It's Rude To Spit

[Verse 1] In the UK mainstream it’s rude to spit I bet Eminem finds that Ludacris Drake couldn’t give two cents, let alone Fiddy But it’s not a drama, it’s not a Biggie It’s a Tinie problem Tinchy, Diddy Don’t worry about it or you’ll get Dizzee You’ve gotta be Cunning, foxy, Wiley Make moves so they accept you slyly I hear whole albums without a proper grime song, There might be one attempt, which goes wrong I wanna do some dance, dubstep, hip hop Maybe a few tracks that are a little bit rock But I don’t wanna turn soft like a flip flop I’ll always wanna make grime that stays shit hot Anybody hating on me can piss off Cos I’m a big boss, they wear lip gloss [Breakdown x4] I do this shit; It’s rude to spit; [Hook x2] Let me go in with what’s on my mind You’ve gotta sell out if you wanna get Signed Make pop songs for these stupid kids In the UK mainstream it’s rude to spit [Verse 2] Hit it with this shit I spit quick You’d best realise I’m more than a bit Sick When I go in with the bars and rip this, bitch it’s Quite amazing, the grime I’m making So I don’t have time for hating Picking up speed with no sign of braking Pain in my eyes, look inside, I’m aching With all the strain that this game’s creating I understand that it’s a lot to take in My search for perfection is painstaking I shoot off on tangents, shoot off at random Shoot off the beat but I don’t Shoot at mandem I may not have a gun but I still act rude When I jump on a beat and say something crude Use language that’s a little bit lewd Fuck the haters; "Whoa; dude" [Bridge x4] This is the right time to write rhymes of fine grime It’s prime in every Line of mine that I’m Fully backing this music because it’s real It’s Not just words; it’s emotions you can feel [Breakdown] [Hook]