[electronic arp intro] [jungle drums join] oi mate it's time to make it happen, innit? i'm hungry for it, yeah? won't happen by itself now will it? na need pounds for fish n' chips n' that so fuckin' to it then, mate don't have time to banter all day, do we, mate? na [pause] let's get it! [trap drop] oi! [melodic bass drop] [trap break] [buildup] [bass drop] [verse] I'm a proper geezer, no Ebenezer Money please her, stack cheddar like a cheeser Got lines like the Underground Sicker than Mad Cow, lyrics massive, profound Stackin' pounds, not weight Got more range than a Hackney Carriage, mate, I'm Top of the class like I'm Eton (posh posh) Spotlight on me like I'm Shakespearean Cruisin' through the ends in my Aston (skrrt skrrt) Stacks on stacks, you know I'm earnin' racks n' Sippin' on some tea, but I ain't spillin' that I'm a top boy, yessir, prefect flow clap back, imagine that Lit like a match, spittin' straight fire From Ben to the Eye, risin' higher Step and you'll be sleepin' with Thames fishes We the rap game Beatles British hit machines and vicious with it oi! [trap drop] [bass continues] oi! [electro break] oi bruv bruv listen here, 'cause this is key, mate see, I like my fish, guv but most importantly i like my chips [pause] oi! [final drop] [arp riff] oi! [final drop] oi! [arp break] [arp break] oi! [outro] so there it is, mate from the horse's mouf or whateva don't come to london oi! [chorus] i got my chips (ye) not your chips (nope) i got my chips (ye) not your chips (nope) [buildup] i got my chips (ye) not your chips (nope) i got my chips (ye) not your chips (nope) [pause] oi! [drop] [outro]
