[Hook]
Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Are you grime or grime or grime
Or are you hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
It's just music, music, music
I make music, music, music
[Verse]
Call me the genre crosser, the nonsense stopper
Continent stomper, the conscious monster
The freedom fighter, the deepest writer
Beat up cyphers, the people's rhymer
Bound to get iller, the sound effect filler
Thе Malcolm X spitter, the alphabet killеr
Not a player-hater, lady-dater, maybe later a baby-maker
I get slept on like old pyjamas
But will I blow up like boats in the harbour?
You spit fire, I'm molten lava
Burned so deep it scolds your father
Sold your soul for gold and Prada
Who do you know whose flow goes harder?
It's over partner, you know the answer
Drop bombs on the riddim; no Obama!
[Hook]
Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Are you grime or grime or grime
Or are you hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
It's just music, music, music
I make music, music, music
[Verse]
I am the playtime merker, the bassline murderer
Fake guy hurter, the race-line hurdler
Face flyin' all over the place like furniture
Back so hard it might break my vertebra
Beat-breaker, heat-taker, sheet of paper
Cremator since a teenager
DJ's can't be weak ARs cos if they do
They get P-A-R-ed
I'm back to let me eat, the facts are very deep
You prats will never see I rap to any beat
Pack the pen and P and practice every week
Attack the melody and smash my enemies
Not a send bro, but you get dough with a bent flow
Jackin' off Jay-Z like a lil' klepto
Hit the charts and the tempo went slow
Done a lot in my lifetime, ask (?)
[Hook]
Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Are you grime or grime or grime
Or are you hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
It's just music, music, music
I make music, music, music
[Verse]
I look for DJ's, found 'em asleep
If not that when I contact they're counting sleep
Been about on the beat since 2003
Wait 'till my albums released out on the street
Claim you're the best cos of the way that you're dressed
And the make of your creps, you're just fake in the flesh
Ain't maintaining your rep, plus it's blatant your dead
Just a lame with another lame's name on your chest
Listen, these spitters, I'm merely givin' you idiots pity
Quick as your billy in Philly, written a lyric to diss me
Kizzy's the illest since Biggie, killin' your witless committee
Spittin' for the inner city from Briccy to Piccadily
Clever when it's written but better when I'm spittin'
Diddy didn't do diddly I dead em' on the riddim
You need to fix up, you brudda's are actin' funny
When I end dubz I double you dappy dumbies
[Hook]
Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Are you grime or grime or grime
Or are you hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
It's just music, music, music
I make music, music, music
Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Are you grime or grime or grime
Or are you hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
It's just music, music, music
I make music, music, music
[Bridge]
(I just) raise the levels, raise the levels
Raise the levels, raise the levels
(I just) raise the levels, raise the levels
Raise the levels, raise the levels
(I just) raise the levels, raise the levels
Raise the levels, raise the levels
(I just) raise the levels, raise the levels
Raise the levels
[Outro]
So the moral of the story is
Don't ever put me in a box musically
Cos I've got more than enough bars
To put you in a box; lyrically
Recognise!
The question now is
Is it grime?
Or is it hip-hop?
What's the answer?
You decide!
