Shellington Crescent - Ghetts, CHIP

Who the fuck wants corn?

Right now I’m on form

Seashore when we war

Squeeze more, no rebores

Nee-naw nee-naw, police see me draw

Detour, detour, Houdini who see me gone

Nickname Sheldon

Skin shade Nelson

Mixtape salesman

Insane girlfriend

Links ain’t welcome

Flyboy, win game Feltham

Bike life, switch lane 12ing

Summer, Brick Lane gyaldem

Me having a mixed race kelvin

Bludclut barologist

Tell a MC come spar, our origin’s based on who come hard

I’m cornerin'

My line of work?

(bodying)

Don’t say a word (swallow him, you follow me?)

6 feet, I dig deep

It’s me the Grime archaeologist

Fuck the politics

Fuck radio settings, long range infrareding

Colt.

45 when I step you, man’s forehead’s sweating

You ain’t gotta like me, just respec' it

I’ll blow that dream out your brain, then go and sell it

On form all season

Don’t give man a reason

He was on lyrical beefing

Third course in, turned vegan

Shelling, rebellion

Rather get you then forget it

I don’t play watch the throne, even kings get beheaded

Still young, got no will

Nickname got no chill

Man know I’m seasoned still

I fry, bake and grill

Like what, him?

For real?

(joke ting)

If you won’t I will (no long)

Grime kid for real

But man’s skidi and dip when I drill drill drill drill, I

Teach man about shelling at record speed, what a legend

Stepped on me but I let him

PJs on when I dead him

Teenager would’ve murked you

Mutant Ninja tekkers, I’m a turtle

Protected by my shell and I can shell too

I can show or tell you, you don’t want (shelling)

Big Big Macs, I’m lovin' it

Shell man down for the fun of it

Me vs the world, alright then

Man ah from planet, have none of it

Spiderman when I web MCs

But I ain’t no net MC

10 years still (shelling)

Them man are smoking bush, touch mic, just draw, no judge

Fuck around get a (shelling)

S-H-E-double L

Skeng rage, forever I grill

MK’s whenever I shell

Set pace, and get in myself

Press play, get in my realm

Sun’s coming, still murking

Got him blind, closed the curtains

Man don’t get bored of murking

Man he’s boring, I’ll murk him

Man don’t want none for certain

Floor him and earth him

I throw earth when I earthed him

I do dirt, I’m determined

I do skrring and swerving

I do pull out, jump out in person disperse him

I let it go, no jammin'

I do aim, do whammin'

On sight, boom-bamming

Bun and I’ll do damage

I do plan, not planet

Shelly-Ann, big-belly gang

When I was 18, I already killed 20 man

Man ah man’s ambidextrous

I done bust my ting from any hand

From the left to the right

Man press, you will not be left or right

Too late now, no breading

What you want?

Diesel or unleaded

Man get (shelling)