Popular Fashion

[Verse 1]
I’ll spit drugs and there’s more son
You couldn’t make the cut if you got bored up by a bora
So big that it’s more of a sword bruv sore luck
Tell them that they’re all fucked
Warmed up, I ain't even sweat yet
I might send for myself on my death bed
There’s only one MC here that could run up on a record then end my career
Charismatic shoot drugs from the larynx
A grime addict, I’m headlights you’re rabbits
Tell ‘em it’s a wrap when I’m rapping, no slacking
I’m sending you campers packing For a break, crystal lake
No brekkie in bed just chopping and hacking
My worst nightmare’s to be labelled same as shit and on popular fashion

[Chorus]
Fuck popular fashion (fashion)
Fuck popular fashion (popular fashion)
Fuck popular fashion (fashion x2)
Fuck popular fashion (popular fashion)

[Verse 2]
I don’t wanna look like, sound like anyone
Write one lyric in my book like any cunt
I don’t wanna replicate no-one that came before me
In my brain from very young
I was on my own thing, twilights when I zoned in
And wrote bars and songs you’d know when the moonlight glow
When a lot of others stuck to the road thing
Think you know Jim, you don’t know shit
You ain't crawled through hell with broke limbs
And got dirty like workers digging out coal pits
Just to be heard in the Bronx of grime
East London the dirtiest side
Where the thieves and the vermin thrive
And you don’t get nowhere, so

[Chorus]
Fuck popular fashion (fashion)
Fuck popular fashion (popular fashion)
Fuck popular fashion (fashion x2)
Fuck popular fashion (popular fashion)

[Verse 3]
Man up, woman up, be good enough a DJ’s gotta pull it up
If it ain't your all then it’s never good enough
Never be a fraud, be cool then it’s love
When you’re crying out like babies blubbering
Then I’m on hand like a turtle dove
To bring them more than an amateur can
So I deserve and earned your trust
I’m no let down, you’ve heard me, you’ve seen how I get down
COVID I put the scene on lockdown
[?] from the Chinese, let Devs out
No curing, you’ve seen how I spread ‘round
Bet a lot of men dream that I’m dead now
Wanna put the red beam on my head now
Self-belief believe I’m best out
Fuck the rest now!

[Chorus]
Fuck popular fashion (fashion)
Fuck popular fashion (popular fashion)
Fuck popular fashion (fashion x2)
Fuck popular fashion (popular fashion)

[Verse 4]
First loser is second best
I want top, not second or third nor less
Think you’re a boss get dropped in a sec
Then robbed for your god damn fame and respect
You wanna bet, get spun like roulette one dart
I’m bringing the sun to an end
You can’t question the lungs in my chest
Breathing fire, the dragon’s on set
There’s no need to imagine it
Feel the heat when I lean on talentless
MCs stuck on repeat
Well let me show you what a creature of habit is
Me at a level that’ll never drop
Something like a head teacher I tell them off
Jumped heavy with your bird and I’m getting off
On the fact that I’m the man you can never stop

[Outro]
Fuck popular fashion (fashion)
I don’t jump on the wagon (jump on the wagon)
Fuck popular fashion (fashion)
I don’t jump on the wagon
Fuck popular fashion