Do It - Mik

I come through, flash, lights, cameras

You’re not a star yet, who you tryna par, then?

Drop the beat, let me catch it, goalie

Air Force Ones, black top, Stoney

I take out top MCs in a crew

If you’re a top MC, fam, show me

Left man’s face all gone, holey

Lips all swolen, you know, Joely

Man try holla at me on the Facebook

Chatting bare mess, I’m cool, cosy

.38 snub that’s there, nosy

When I showed up to the set with the mandem

Trust me when I say face rosy

Few more shots in the bag, oz

Time is money, watch, Roley

Jumped in the game on my own, lonely

Now I’ve got black, white, Asian, Chinese

All type of girl dem trying to phone me

I’m real to the sound, feet to the ground

Make a badboy tune for the badboy crowd

Do it, grime, all year round

Do it, grime, all year round

I’m real to the sound, feet to the ground

Make a badboy tune for the badboy crowd

Do it, grime, all year round

Do it, grime, all year round

Oh shit, I done it again

Got the wickedest tune with the wickedest pen

I spit so many rounds with the lyrical skeng

I make man look stupid, Billy and Ben

I’m the masterclass, ten out of ten

Please don’t put me down as the new wave

No, I don’t wanna say it again

I said no, I don’t wanna say it again

I’m real to the sound, feet to the ground

Make a badboy tune for the badboy crowd

Do it, grime, all year round

Do it, grime, all year round

I’m real to the sound, feet to the ground

Make a badboy tune for the badboy crowd

Do it, grime, all year round

Do it, grime, all year round

I get money, brown, Carter

Music money, I’m cool, Sparta

Roll to the dance with about six man

Get fourteen wheel-ups, yeah, darker

I flow tight on the beat, sharper

Won’t hear me with the same old bars

For about ten years cause I ain’t no Marger

LOL, I sure ain’t marga

I’m real to the sound, feet to the ground

Make a badboy tune for the badboy crowd

Do it, grime, all year round

Do it, grime, all year round

I’m real to the sound, feet to the ground

Make a badboy tune for the badboy crowd

Do it, grime, all year round

Do it, grime, all year round

I’m real to the sound, feet to the ground

Make a badboy tune for the badboy crowd

Do it, grime, all year round

Do it, grime, all year round

I’m real to the sound, feet to the ground

Make a badboy tune for the badboy crowd

Do it, grime, all year round

Do it, grime, all year round