[Verse 1: Grime male MC, fast and clipped over skippy grime drums] Every Monday there's a post about the way I make my sound Sayin' it's a fake, sayin' nothin' real is goin' down Down the market every Sunday there's a fella with a sheet Sellin' knock-off bags and trainers, half the high road at his feet Never seen a fake of somethin' no one wanted in the shop Nobody's out there copyin' the trainers that were flops So I read the post again and I just laugh into my tea If they're shoutin' that it's fake, then it's worth a fake to me [Pre-Hook: Grime male MC, bass pulls back to a sub, snare on every fourth] Hold it to the light, innit, find the silver thread Swipe the pen across it, fakes go black, mine's gold instead [Hook: Grime male MC, full grime riddim, booming bass] You call my tune a fake? Cheers, bruv, I'm gonna take it Nobody fakes a penny, you only fake what's worth fakin' Every time you scream fake, you're just quotin' me a price And nobody ever faked you, mate, not once, not twice [Verse 2: Grime male MC, harder, cold keyboard stabs] Now the man behind the post has got a tune up of his own Two years up, a hundred plays, and most of them are from his phone Not a bootleg, not a cover, not a single knock-off made Nobody down the market ever bothered with his trade That's the saddest thing about him, and I say it with respect Not a soul in all of London ever faked him for a cheque So he calls the real one fake, 'cause it's the closest he can get To a copy of his own, mandem, and he ain't got one yet [Breakdown: Grime male MC, pen swipe, the beat cuts to a pen squeaking across a note, then the full grime riddim slams back] Pen on the note, bruv, hear the little squeak Gold on a Monday, gold at the end of the week Fakes go black when the marker touches down Mine comes up gold, now bring the riddim round [Hook: Grime male MC, full grime riddim, booming bass] You call my tune a fake? Cheers, bruv, I'm gonna take it Nobody fakes a penny, you only fake what's worth fakin' Every time you scream fake, you're just quotin' me a price And nobody ever faked you, mate, not once, not twice [Verse 3: Grime male MC, the payoff, fast clipped grime flow] So keep it comin', post it twice a day if you've got time Every fake you holler is another quid on every line There's a boy in Peckham with a hoodie printed with my name Spelt it wrong, it's knock-off, and I love it all the same 'Cause the day they stop the bootlegs is the day I'm in the bin Nobody fakes a nobody, that's the bit you can't take in And the fella at the market says he's puttin' me on sale Next to all the bags and trainers, innit, that's the proper scale [Hook: Grime male MC, full grime riddim, booming bass] You call my tune a fake? Cheers, bruv, I'm gonna take it Nobody fakes a penny, you only fake what's worth fakin' Every time you scream fake, you're just quotin' me a price And nobody ever faked you, mate, not once, not twice [End]
