[0:00 – IMMEDIATE ENTRY, GRITTY MALE LONDON MC, HEAVY BASS ALREADY PLAYING, NO INTRO] Big mouth, big chat, big man act, Talk all day but you can't back that. Same old stories, same old lies, Same old rubbish in a different disguise. Everyone's hard when they're online, Face to face, suddenly they're fine. All that noise, what's that about? Do us a favour— [BEAT CUT – HALF SECOND SILENCE] SHUT YOUR MOUTH! [DROP 1 – FILTHY DISTORTED REESE BASS, HEAVY HALF-TIME DRUMS, SHORT 4-BAR BASS RIFF] [VERSE 2 – DOUBLE-TIME LONDON GRIME MC, SHARP AND RHYTHMIC] Chat this, chat that, blah blah blah, Hear you coming from a mile in the car. Got an opinion on everything, But nobody asked you a bloody thing. Pipe down, sit back, give it a rest, Always got something to get off your chest. Think you're clever, think you're loud, Funny how you go quiet in a crowd. You got a story, you got a claim, You got a mate who can drop a name. You got a cousin who knows a bloke, You got a thousand versions of the same old joke. You know this, you know that, You know someone who knows someone back. Every conversation, same routine, Biggest load of waffle I've ever seen. [BEAT SWITCH – FASTER PERCUSSION, MC FLOW ACCELERATES] [VERSE 3 – RAPID DOUBLE-TIME, TIGHT INTERNAL RHYMES] Round and round with the same old chatter, Talking for hours but none of it matters. Back of the room with a mouth full of static, Every little thing turns overdramatic. Tick-tock, non-stop, going on again, Same old rubbish from the same old friend. Left ear, right ear, straight through the middle, Talking in circles, talking in riddles. Big bad attitude, big bad speech, Got a lot to say but nothing to teach. Can't sit still, can't keep quiet, Turn one little thing to a full-blown riot. [SHORT BASS CUT] Oi, mate! Give it a rest! [DROP 2 – DEEPER DISTORTED BASS, CHOPPED GROWLS, SHORT INSTRUMENTAL BREAK] [VERSE 4 – VERY FAST LONDON MC, CONTINUOUS DOUBLE-TIME FLOW] Back with the chat and the this and the that, And the did-you-hear-this and the did-you-hear-that. And the he-said-she-said, round we go, Everybody knows but nobody knows. Running your gums like a broken machine, Same old drama, different scene. Got a big opinion and a little bit of knowledge, Acting like you've been to some imaginary college. Blah blah blah with the blah blah more, Same conversation that we had before. One more word and I'm out that door, Can't take another minute, not anymore. You keep going, keep showing, Keep throwing words without knowing. Keep talking, keep walking, Keep squawking, keep performing. [VERSE 5 – EXTREME RAPID-FIRE FLOW, RHYTHMIC TRIPLETS, NO PAUSES] Got a mouth like a motor and a head full of chatter, Every little sentence getting madder and madder. Never gonna listen, never gonna learn, Every conversation gotta wait for your turn. Got a story for a story and a story for that, Got a mate of a mate and a cousin and a cat. Got a reason for a reason and a fact for a fact, But the facts don't match when you're checking them back. Going on, going off, going round, going mad, Talking about the things that you never even had. Got a problem with him, got a problem with her, Got a problem with the whole bloody world, apparently, sir. Never stop, never drop, never give it a break, Every little thing is a massive mistake. Every single minute, every second of the day, Got another little something that you desperately need to say. [DRUMS INTENSIFY – BASS GROWLS BECOME MORE AGGRESSIVE, TEMPO STAYS 140 BPM] [VERSE 6 – MAXIMUM SPEED, MACHINE-GUN LONDON GRIME DELIVERY] Tickety-tackety, back with the battery, Chatting away like you're running a factory. Rattling, battling, babbling, travelling, Round in a circle, the whole thing's unravelling. Chittering, chattering, what is the matter then? Every time I turn around, here you come back again. Talking and talking and talking for what? Lost the whole point but you still haven't stopped. Running it, gunning it, doing your nut, Everybody's thinking will you please just shut up. Minute by minute, you're pushing your luck, Can't hear the music, you're talking too much. [EVERYTHING CUTS TO SILENCE] You done? ... Nah? ... SHUT. YOUR. MOUTH! [FINAL DROP – ABSOLUTELY FILTHY DISTORTED UK BASS, DOUBLE DROP, CHOPPED REESE GROWLS] [LOW GRITTY LONDON MC] Yeah... That's better. [EXTENDED INSTRUMENTAL BASS OUTRO – DIRTY ROLLING SUB, DJ CHOPS, ABRUPT END]
