Grime Riddim

Alright den, yeah
Bow, N-O-V-D-D-D
RIP Esco, yeah, okay den
Alright den
To all the real man in North
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*
To all the real man in East
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
To all the real man in South
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
To all the real man in West
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
Come to the dance and spin it (Spin it)
Make man jump, no ribbit (Ribbit)
Heard that version of my flow but couldn’t believe man did it (Man did it)
Shower man flows and lyrics (Lyrics)
Man telling me they dig it (Dig it)
Whole lot of tourists, when they see Novelist live on a UK visit (Visit)
Come to the dance and rip it (Rip it)
Came in the game like, «Bring it» (Bring it)
Trying to jump in a clash with me was a dangerous sport like cricket (Cricket)
Tell a MC don’t brick it (Brick it)
Seen a big man turn midget (Turn midget)
Nuttin' but pure reloads in the dance when I drop any eight-bar snippet (Brup)
To all the real man in North
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*
To all the real man in East
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
To all the real man in South
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
To all the real man in West
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
Let me tell you how a man sounded
Got the females and the mandem bouncing
Novelist got bare bars and styles
And you’ve only got one flow like a public fountain
Lose out, I doubt it, got no pasta, I’m not a
Please don’t tell me about it, all of the clout chasers don’t know what tout is
I’m a don, don’t doubt it, best way talking to me’s not shouting
You don’t wanna get disciplined like Shaolin
No man will ever see me throwing the towel in
Don’t wanna be childish, kids that wanna act up get grounded
Man try diss me and it rebounded, sometimes, gotta leave man confounded
To all the real man in North
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*
To all the real man in East
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
To all the real man in South
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
To all the real man in West
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*
Buss it, buss it, buss it
Buss it, buss it
Buss it, bow
Reload King