Chipmunk [Chip] - Hear Dis

[Verse 1 - Chipmunk:]

One pen got the whole country on the edge of their seat

Them man can't play musical chairs with me (never!)

Nah, I don't wanna chill backstage with no fake MCs

Some leave the room, wanna chat about me MCs

Nah, dead that, diss me, won't like when I send back

There's way too many bars in my head back

I don't care where you come from, head back

Take off your head back

Please don't say you weren't warned

No, we can't link up, no, we can't talk

If you hear a 16 bar full of corn

And it weren't Chipmunk, money's on Stormz

[Verse 2 - Stormzy:]

Ummmmm, you cunt

Where was you for the past 12 months?

You can get a "Skengman 5" from a Storm or

You can get a "BlukuByeBye" from a Munk

Like who's got the whole scene pissed?

If it weren't Big Mike, could have been Chip

You've been saying my name for a whole damn year

By this time, you could have been rich

Are you taking the piss? Brother, I'm blessed

I don't need no bulletproof vest

Man wanna put my skills to the test

Bun that, I'd rather clash RS

Bun that, I'd rather win some more

Not enough champs, could you bring some more?

We've been spinning MCs for the longest

2016, let me spin some more

[Verse 3 - Chipmunk:]

Alright, cool, let me go true, who are you?

What have you seen? What have you been through?

Yo, likkleman you wanna stunt on who?

I know Chris Brown, Chris Brown don't know you

About gully-side, what? What? When? Where? Who?

I know Mavado and he said he don't know you

The grime scene, you can go there too

I know Big Mike, Big Mike don't know you

[Verse 4 - Stormzy:]

I know Chipmunk and he said he don't know you

I know Bonkaz and he said he don't know you

I know some OGs in your ends

And they know your friends but they don't know you

You're not a badboy, badboys don't know you

You're not a real nigga, real niggas don't know you

I know your ends, I don't know you

King of this ting, yeah, they all know who

[Verse 5 - Chipmunk:]

I had man on my side that were moving shaky

Not on my team anymore

Man wanna try take me for some little boy

I'm not 16 anymore

Why's this industry fronting

Like their scene don't need me anymore?

I will pepper man right out of their dreams

Don't sleep on me anymore

[Verse 6 - Stormzy:]

I will piss on an MC's dreams

Til a man like me can't pee anymore

I don't tolerate psycho chicks

I'll block that bitch, don't pree anymore

They said I can't tweet 'bout the government

Why can't I be free anymore?

I'll expose these racist clubs and feds

Who can't move me anymore

[Verse 7 - Chipmunk:]

8, 16s, 24s

48s, 64s, 96s

Chips got too many bars, do not risk it

They take it serious, I take the biscuit

I want the crown, crown

Mhm, I'll pen you down down

OK, dubs all around man

Damn right, call that surround sound

I've been around town

Times when man weren't around town

Getting love in your ends like it's my town

Could never take my crown, nah then or now

Cuh now and then

I get mad and just grab then pen

Skeng man down, if they get back up

Bun that, clap man down again, I'm on sound again

Gotta put on for my town again

It's straight high grade, no more loud again

When my brother gets home, I pray to God

He don't do time again

It's my time again, can't be taking my time again

Peng tings feeling grime again

I'll tell a man don't worry, I'm fine again

You better find your pen

[Verse 8 - Stormzy:]

It's like "I'm Fine" again but it's better

I won't sign with them they're not clever

Back my Heineken and my Stella

Whip some pies again like Nigella

No time for them, I won't bell up

Take my lighty friend to Ciao Bella

This life's a myth, I try tell her

She just wants my drink and my cheddar

Just done another tour with Annie

Stormzy's taking the piss, how can he?

Glasgow, Edinburgh, Cardiff, Manny

Trying to be the first MC with a Grammy

Hang tight Mark, hang tight Danny

Man are old school like DJ Sammy

Swear down right now everyting's bookey

I've never seen man act so bammy

Stand your ground, don't be shook

I'm gonna be everywhere you look

Don't need no one, nah, I'm good

A thousand hours in the studio booked

The time you took, the way they parred

Them man ain't got a clue 'bout bars

Til' you see a skinny little brudda from a car

Money in the bank, put the money in the jar, word

• Artist:Chipmunk (Chip)
• Album: vs Grime