BACK 2 GRIME

[Intro: Porchy]
I was born for this, can't let them forget
I'm from the era of the disk and cassettes
I can do grime, pop and trap, I'm vet
'Cause I don't really care, so please don't be upset

[Verse 1: Porchy]
Ring the bells for the king pin
Ding-ding
Spitting bullets all you hear is zing-zing
Ping-ping
Sonar got an echo when I sing tings
Ring-ring
Now I got her twerking on a sling string
Wink-wink
Bouncing like a spring-spring
Clink-clink
I'm in love with the beat
Not a fling ting swing wings
Metaphor for flying
Ever so I'm applying
My forces, I'm supplying
Everyone with what I bring-bring, yeah
Got it popping like popcorn
If they got a million bangers — I got more
Drop four in a week, watch everybody drop jaw
Hot core, so I kill it for everyone's encore
On tour, grip the microphone until my hands sore (sore)
Dropped out of college, I never made sophomore (sophomore)
I got connections, so if anybody test me
I don't care if we're connected cuzzy
I'ma cut chords
My name's Porch (go)
Yeah, I bring forces (go)
I spit raw shit (go)
I can't forfeit (go)
Important (go)
No exhaustion (go)
No endorsements (go)
No extortion
Still get this shit lit like torches
Might catch me with a bitch that's gorgeous
Thousand horses to the fortress where the sauce is

[Verse 2: Oxxxymiron]
Вайб, три икса, hoe:
Возобновляется сага
Бас хуярит из саба (оу)
Тебя позабывают и за год
Зиг-зиг-загом лихо петляет слалом
Это реконкиста хип-хапа
Ты скопировал стиль по лекалам (та-дам)
Экий неказистый ты кадр
Дам им слов (go)
Много слов (go)
Новых слов (go)
Странных слов (go)
Я мастодонт (go)
Острослов грайм-основ: Charlie Sloth (go)
Сладких снов, я здесь богослов
За кэш баснословный
Нет таких в словаре, ни кроссфордах, и этаких слов
Чтоб допёрло до этих ослов
(Что) я не зря сижу взаперти
Пытаюсь вечно чё-то решить
Лишь усложняя сам себе жисть
Голос шепчет: «Просто пиши, будь здесь
Будь тут, а не там, тут, а не там, там
Тут, а не там, тут, а не-та-не там
Будь тут!»
И я снова бегу по битам
Но не покидая дома в глуши
Fertig

[Verse 3: Cianna Blaze]
I had to drop a little something, let me show them
Never ready for the flowing that I throw them
See what I'm showing, I'm glowing like I'm a Vulken
I kill it hard like I bring a fucking rope in
Check this, mic check
Hold up, I'm next
I am your highness
No clocks, timeless
Sick like I block up your sinus
What I do, can't buy that — priceless
What I do, can't buy that — priceless
What I do, can't buy that — priceless
They're watching my life with a bag of opinions
Which one of them are, gonna pay my bills
Then them immature brats get wisdom
So into the drama
Bone with Palava, never stop spreading that fiction
Calm down, love, I don't give a fuck, I will make them resign like Nixon
So into the drama
Bone with Palava, never stop spreading that fiction
Calm down, love, I don't give a fuck, I will make them resign like Nixon

[Verse 4: Porchy]
Force to be reckoned with (force to be reckoned with)
You can't ignore this: was born to be hella sick
Taught to be better quick
All I wanna do is be legend
For the credit that I earned from these feathered shifts
Aced the game I could never quit
Payed my dues, didn't cheat and I never skipped
I lived in a council estate growing up
So I'm proud that I'm no longer derelict
Whole life I will grow with my relatives
Bring more hype on the show
Whole life on the road
Guess being cold is imperative (brr)
Touch mic and freeze all the negative
You could never see another copy of a beast like me
But I see too many wanna spit like p
My flow flows like seas overseas
They still oversee
You wanna talk grime?
I ain't never been out line (never)
I come through like I never wanna resign (never)
You better move, boy, better pass me the mic (Porchy)
I'm in the booth, and I'm letting the bullets fly like Pegasus
Write these light testaments
Rhymes like genesis
Sick I'm like tetanus
Living off adrenaline
Everybody knows: I be putting on a show
When I walk up in the premise