[Intro: Sharp London grime MC, shouted] Night bus. Top deck. Front seat. Mine. [Hook: grime MC, shouted, punchy] Driver says this is the last stop I say cool, I'm the last one off Mic's still hot and the bass won't drop Bus can stop but I'm the last one off [Verse 1: grime MC, rapid-fire, sharp] Ten past three and the windows steam Chicken box on the seat, I'm a one-man team Bloke on the stairs says turn it down So I turn up the bars for the whole of the town Every stop that we pass I'm still on one Every door that it opens, I don't run Driver's eyes in the mirror like what I spit sixteen more and I don't shut up [Hook: grime MC, shouted, punchy] Driver says this is the last stop I say cool, I'm the last one off Mic's still hot and the bass won't drop Bus can stop but I'm the last one off [Verse 2: grime MC, double time, breathless and loud] Depot lights and the engine's dead Driver stands with his cap on his head Says, I'm the one who gets the last word, son Ninety-eight I was running this, ask anyone Took the ticket roll, rolled it like a mic Spat a sixteen colder than the depot at night Now we're trading on the top deck, back and forth Two men going mad on a bus going nowhere north [Silence] [Beat Switch: bass slams back, double tempo] [Final Hook: two grime MCs trading, shouted] Driver says this is the last stop Then he grabs the mic, now he's last one off Mic's still hot and the bass won't drop Bus can stop but we're the last ones off [Outro: grime MC, shouted] Doors open. Nobody moves. Again.
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