Is This Grimey Enough?

[Intro]
Yo, tell me is this grimey enough?
Fucker, tell me is this grimey enough?
Yo, is this grimey enough? (Check, check, check)
Look, I'm grimey like Noriega
[?] nice, but I got poor behaviour
Flow like I am the nation's saviour
You're wack, you keep wasting paper
I've been about since Space Invaders
Chasing papers, I'm the original
Woah, I'm the most lyrical, woah
Check the background...
Check, check, check, check...

[Verse 1]
Look, music's the movement, these are mad lines
These are my bars, spit what I like
I appeal to kids who ride bikes
Choose to download but quick to buy knifes
And I'm one but choose to ride mine
But if you're on hype shoot you're [?]
I'm all day long, you're over by five
If you just [?] flow from Nite Nite
I been about since [?] and [?]
Book you [?] moonwalked with Mike
Shuffle with Hammer, run at man with [?]
Live on stage with Tiger, they say
I'm the rhymer, the writer's writer
The ones who [?] the nigga with the shit
Dirty like Legal with a Swiss
Bass make you screw your face off like B.O. on a chick
But too sick, don't need to prove it
That we're the realest, straight up guerillas
With no unit, with no music
F the chart, I invest in art
Don't contribute to bullshit
This year K bust like a full clip
Next year K take over [?] with [?]
[?]
You ain't big, you got bars, you're a bit bigger
You ain't eatin' like, "Err that's a shit dinner"
I hit chicks send kids in her
Still three months later there ain't no kids in her
And I ain't no kid killer
But GCSE [?] that shit
Bang for them fat chicks
Treat six like the bar [?] back the plastic
I know it ain't no black shit but I don't give a fuck
Like track six on my last tracklist
Uhh, you won't see more [?]
The shit comes [?] with a fine working it
We buy the bar, you're serving it
Buy out the shop, you're working it
All because the beat, I'm murking it
Way before Ps and Qs
I was on the street with Ps and Qs
Then I was with the streets in Ps and Qs
Now it's all [?] decent shoes
Cars and in town for interviews
Look, I've been through the shit that you went through
Respect me, I'll respect you
Huh, forget you
I'm just at the stage you're trying to get to
Just 'cause you ain't made it already
Best up your speed like [?]
Yo, I cheated, I'm over-decent
And my face is just made for the telly
I'm making pounds and I ain't wastin' a penny
Please [?] I ain't wastin' a [?]
We keep popping up, you wish you could
Roll with us, me and [?] chop it up
There ain't no team stopping us
Except police for the speed on the bus
And if it's street, we handle the beef
Next day [?] real [?]
It's history, I rap for the meantime
If I flop then I am on some street crime
No deal just [?] the green line
Picture me no beat but a B-line

[Bridge]
The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble
The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble
The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble
The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble
Same emceeing on the same instrumental
Fuck rules, I do me, I'm a rebel
The rhythm is the bass, fucking up your speakers and (Yo, yo)
Kicking in your face (Yo, yo, check your background)

[Verse 2]
Look, look, I been hot since Déjà on [?] days
Master System and Quasar days
So you can't hate if I [?]
And spend your whole wages on Bathing Ape
Just touch mic and I'll blaze the rave
With one sixteen and a famous eight
I'm on point like a razor blade
Sharp like Steve Harvey's fade, you hardly ate
Fuck that, I ate the plate
Marathon niggas don't take a break
See if you clock that straight away
You're KitKat nigga, I'm old school Snickers
And back with a vengeance, laugh at contenders
Exposing who's rapping horrendous
Yeah, I run the road for real
With my event just like track and field
Since wagon wheels, I was racing
Now I use road for the inspiration
I'm still there, yeah, integrating
Footlocker tracksuit [?] with laces
I'm big living in this Little Britain
Cruising tempo, choose to rep road
Tunes will get sold, on top
And refuse to let go, "Computer says no..."

[Outro]
If you see me in a gang with my crew
Know that it could be on top for you
This ain't the remix, this is the sequel
Come back ten times harder and evil
We ain't equal, you ain't my people
It's real talk and we don't believe you
We don't deceive you, what you see is what you get
Don't need no receipt, no regrets
Don't need no degree just to get
The content 'cause the street's the concept
Way before Ps and Qs, way before Ps and Qs
Way before Ps and Qs, way before Ps and Qs
Way before Ps and Qs, way before Ps and Qs
Nigga, check the background