Switching Songs II (The Good O’l Days)

[Intro]
Do you remember them times?
Do you remember these days?
Where you could bubble in a rave
Oh my god I say
Find me in a club like
Downing pure silk like
Yeah, haha, riddims you know, Durrty Goodz, ok
It's real, ok ok, dun remember them times you know?
Yeah, this is when garage was alright!
There weren't no fighting and ting there weren't no gun tings
It was a gyal ting, a raving ting! Bubbling ting
Ok, let's go back

[Verse]
Now once upon a time not long ago
You could bubble in a club no arms would blow
In a sun city dance where the girls were raving
Right there I was a star in the making
Everything was all sweet, raves were kush deep
When everybody used to recite PSG
And everybody used to wanna go to parties
Or tune in the radio and listen to Heartless
Back then everything was oh so gravy
I used to like garage coz it carried the ladies
Deep basslines and a load of energy
And I loved the beats cah they came with melodies
I could go raving and sip on a Hennessy
And wouldn't even think 'bout looking for enemies
Then shit changed everyone just bugged out
So Solid came and it all got thugged out
There was a decrease in women so I tried to make p's
Round my building chilling up in the drug house
That was the first I heard grime kinda riddims
Now you can't say that real east niggas don't love south
Yo, let me give them a shoutout
Coz I, was about then and I'm still about now
Coz I, got what you want on a riddim
I got the, punchlines and with the flow I'll kill 'em
You dun know, I'll show you how I'ma kill 'em
I'll show you how the game changes and change the riddim
I'm like stop, start controlling the riddim
And I ain't tryna give you for any some lyrics to listen
That's when I went, Pecks, linked with Mex
He was the best DJ with dubplates on decks
He's like "What", they was just going on funny
I'm like, "F that I gotta make some money"
He's like "O,k bring a mic my friend"
"And let's lock down the set on LiteFM"
And coz I had, the Chronik and the EnG flu
And it was roundabout then I first started slewing
Lyrical War, and I renamed it the Wizza
Coz every time I come up with the flow it was fizzer
From then I been a genius like GZA
'Cah fellas wanna come cut my paper like scissors
See I been an individual life [?]
With Chappy on my line saying "Link up with More Fire"
But I always knew I was better
Them man are from my ends I told them little fellas
That I flipped the script, ballistic a lyric
You had to, spit it quick coz I'm wicked with it
They had to, hit the shit I ain't in it or with it
I make a, clique look shit when I'm spitting my lyric
Like, who could bring it to Goodz? Nobody could (Style)
Run up my path and get darked
That's when I created the Boyz In The Hood
'Cah there was other little crews in the charts, I asked them
Who could bring it to Goodz? Nobody could (Style)
Run up my path and get darked
That's when I created the Boyz In The Hood
And then bare crews came chatting far
The scene got dark I was ripping it down in [?]
When Pay As U Go was in the Champagne Dance
I rep for my soldiers inna di army
The [?] I love for Bob Marley
I meet the man from middle manor
Tried to find a rookie baseline in the basement with Jammer
Got a name for myself then it got tricky
Everybody was like "Just get a beat from Sticky"
'Cah he knows my name, and I'm in the game
If we come together we'll take all the fame
I'll take the blame, for spitting the flame
Yeah I'll paint the picture if you make a frame
It won't be the same, as all of this lame
I flow out the lyric and put 'em to shame
And I'll be the man, and we'll be your gang
And we can keep dropping the hits that go bang
I might just sign, and do it and shine
The riddims that make you keep pressing rewind
'Coz I be desired in heaven for rhymes
From then I have been ahead of my time
And I do the grime, 'coz I'm on my grind
I can't see nobody else in the light
If you're still trying, it isn't like mine
I live it it's real when the others are lying
We're the most hype most right when I'm a whole sight
[?] and done the place like (Oooh, oooh)
Those guys try flow tight and know I, give 'em style call me the ghostwrite (Oooh, oooh)
Still runaway, not everyone's gonna wanna say Goodz is on (Fire)
From then I been repping and making these emcees retire
Real like fya, on road like car tyre
You must have been hit pon fire
Just bust case after trying, no levels I can turn higher, hand me the plyer
Bust lyricists head on Sidewinder, no [?] wasteman can't say higher
Catch a likkle liar with his pants pon fya
I'ma go get rich and you can die trying
Send me a girl like Myer, to give it to her
She can give it to me like Mariah, but back to the theme
'Coz I got a message for the grime scene
(I Luv U, I Luv U)
And I don't ever wanna leave you
See I'm not dying a mic nah this emcee's true
I'm tryna do the ting legal
But the scene elevate, keep repping for my people
But fellas wanna turn see-through
See my crew doing it and wanna do it like we do
From on top of club EQ
Subtract me plus you plus your crew don't equal
And now they're gonna respect the big bars
That we're kicking like Bruce, it was me and Dizzee Ras'
On N.A.S.T.Y Crew sets Mondays eight to ten
Deja Vu yes, no more than two guests
Step into the room you smell the fumesess
Then we went stud' and made the tune stretch
Then I gave youts the boot 'cah they weren't musical with the FruityLoops
And I had my own jewels on the Pro Tools
But the kids weren't ready for the old school
But I spit what I live and I was local
So then everybody that was living in the grime wanna hear me rhyme
But they knew I wasn't no fool
And no deadbeet's gonna get my vocals
Look I spit lyrics so I was so cool
And when the beat's got a little rhythm and melody I get energy
To come speak and wrap man I flow neat
Eat emcees like Pac-Man I'm so deep
Don't try cheat, I've clocked man it's my game
Play me if you wanna I'ma make you lose your mind
'Cos I'm the top man with top scores my microphone's
Control pad is not yours you man are not
Ready, to test me you need more credit
One up everybody on the screen and take you to another stage
Lyrics are the cause of war
Girls dumb for the jewels and cars
Are they fools their man chatting blah
Scarface bruddas calm their tools down
Man are ignorant and awkward, I'm a star
Shining I'm going far far far
I just wanna go and move forward y'all
It's like they gotta hear me spit backwards
Like backwards spit me hear
Gotta they like it
Y'all forward move and go wanna just I
Far far far going, I'm shining
Star I'm a awkward and ignorant man
Down tools calm bruddas face scar
Blah chatting man they're fools they are
Jewels and cars, deaf and dumb girls
And war is the cause of lyrics you heard
Lyrically nobody be like me, try me hype me
Unlikely, bite me sight me stereotype me
Excite me might fight me come delight me
Your top three selects all invite me rightly
'Cah you might see lightning brightly strike a Nike
Tick in your eye extradite me
When I be rhyming live don't deny I direct the scene like Spike Lee
And if grime was a chick, oh no
You couldn't ever be the wife, no no
'Cah what you doing for your life's, no go
So I would never take a step back
'Coz if grime was a chick, holy mo
I can see you woulda been a hoe on road
Getting all the mandem trapped in your home
But nobody wanna check that
'Coz if grime was a chick, oh for sure
I woulda been the first ride in your road
But you ain't giving me the vibe anymore
So why would I wanna check you
'Coz if grime was a chick, she could blow
Make me wanna give a round hit and go
But I got class I'ma leave her alone
'Til the chick fixes up I be on another (Love track)
And that chick gotta (Set back)
'Coz I'm on another (Love track)
Now that chick's gotta (Set back)
'Coz I'm on another (Love track)
And I don't wanna get a (Set back)
'Coz elevate we (All can)
If music could (Come back)
Yeah I'm on another love track
And I don't wanna get a set back
'Coz elevate we all can
If music could come back
Yeah I'm on another love track
And I don't wanna get a set back
Elevate we all can
If music could come back
Then we do it like Junglist are you ready!
Hold on the percy
Durrty Goodz runs the whole scene already
Hold on the percy
Then we do it like ring-ding-a-ding-ding
Ring-ding-ding-a-dung-ding-a-dung-dung
D Goodz on a mission like James Bond
I used to ride this beat when I was young
Like [?] and [?]
I really don't know what the grime scene's been on
Everbody's got melodies in the song
Ain't nobody got a theme in the song
Everbody just screaming for long
I see every little ting wanna be a don
Don't you be appealing to the dons
And if she wanna feel on your dong
I'ma keep shit real for London
If you really wanna release the bomb
Gotta keep shit real for London
And you'll see when I release the bomb
'Coz I'm on another love track
And I don't wanna get a set back
'Coz elevate we all can
If music could come back
Bring back the music