A lot of people say Roll Deep's done
Roll Deep's not done yeah, no, I wouldn't let Roll Deep die
Even if I had to run along on my own and fly the flag for Roll Deep Yeah I will keep the name
Roll Deep are not done yeah
Everyone thinks that, it's not gone and done
So this guy thinks that he's bad, he just got dropped
T.I.'s got shit to do
You were flying to states, you didn't bring your mates
Now its back to the grime, no pop hits for you
A tune with Meek don't make you rapper
You rap for the fame, the hot tits and loot
I rap for my family, moshpits and booze
In the back of the canopy shoplift for food
This gun right here I cocked it for you
If I hear more talk I'll droplip the yout
If he brings more boys I'll dropkick the crew
If I hear more noise your boxed in the booth
Your last CD's like hot piss in poo
I beat a man down wit chop sticks and shoes
In your girl's womb the cock features grew
I don't wanna have to talk to this suicidal yout
The lord of the mics jacket's got him so gassed
That he couldn't work out what he was try'na do
Went round bookies and I laid down so much flames
That Zoe she couldn't fan the fumes
I spin chip round like crash bandicoot
Nigga, grime's my house so take off your shoes
When I lie down you pricks hit the booth
Might drive right round and slapdick your boo
Think that you're badder I backhand a dude
I don't wanna hear your lies on the tune
Say you rep gangs, but where are the troops?
I'm taking the piss I poop in your coup
Fuck Believe and Achieve, I one finger dudes
Breaking your disc and taking your food
I rep gimme grime I'm raising the roof
You been trying it for time so this ones for you
You don't really wanna be talkin' like that, Chip
You don't really wanna be talkin' like that, Chip
You don't really wanna be talkin' like that, Chip, cause
You might not survive this shit
You don't really wanna be coming around thinking you're big in the town
Haters I'm knocking them down, look at them clocking me now
Wanna be stopping me now, cause I'm on top of 'em now
Leave them all wondering how my flow is getting around
Wannabes copy my style, gyaldem I'm digging 'em out
After, I'm kicking 'em out, [?] picking 'em out
Mandem are bringing 'em out
(Fuck Off!)
Next flow will ruin him
Don't say School of Grime you've been truanting
Big Narstie should sit on your face and shit in your mouth
While Skepta says 'Go on then'
I'm about to turn Chip to a no one then
Where's Ice Kid, where's Dot Rotten then?
Cause when they're in the same room, you don't wanna spit no more
Big fat prob-a-lem
Fix your face, don't make trouble then
And I won't bring Lowkey or 12 and them
Find your body in the Thames on the news at ten
For the sake of the Youtube fuck it then
Guarantee when I come to your show with the whole of the scene
That shiz won't back it then
He'll be there with his hands in the air with a face full of fear
Like "Sas, dont pack him in"
Chip, Chip Diddy Chip
Man where the fuck have you been
Saying my name on a diss
Like I'ma pull off your tits
And staple the back of your head
Chip put a pad on that clit
Must be that time of the month when you're bleeding and shit
Talking like we give a shit
But we don't, so I'm begging that jammer stop feeding him dick
I'm poor and my tanks on the red
Anyone chatting that gas
Petrol or not, still get a pump to the head
Plus man am known to the feds
Should've died couple times
Like I'm in debt to the angels for about an arm and a leg
I don't give a fuck for your shaolins
5th Hokage, I train in the mountains
Don't worry 'bout me worry 'bout your accountant
And worry if your song's gonna chart
Don't see Chris Brown giving you a retweet on your single
I guess he left your ass in the past
A lie would be sweet, but the truth is a par
So I tell a man straight, you're no longer a star
Don't come around here with your greasy lips
When you're looking like you're licking that arse
I'm a gangster, you're a plastic one
Trying wear grime clothes on a drastic one
I ain't gotta prove that I'm part of the scene
Cause me and Crazy Titch made a classic one
While you was on tour doing sweet 16's
I was in a boiler room with no jackets on
Fuck a little hooch on my mattress, don
If you really wanna send better practice son
You can't get bigger than the name, like you...
Some people say you can, but really you can't
The name will always be big
If you was from Roll deep people say that's him from Roll Deep
Whether he was, 2 years down the line, 3 years down the line or 4, it doesn't matter
If he left, people would say he used to be in Roll Deep init, so Roll Deep will still be on their lips
Roll Deep ain't gonna die, no