Tag: Cash Motto


Chip – Killer Mc Lyrics


[Verse 1]
I just blackout, snap out, watch man tap out
It’s back on, Chip can’t back down, nor back out
Skengman? Shoot me then, get your wap out
It’s all cap ’til I snap, throw your cap out
Attack him, whack him, have it from him? Imagine
With all these bangers that I’m packing
Don’t put me in a mismatch, diss man ’til I diss back
I got diss-tracks, diss-tracks that I dispatch
Pick a forehead, wig that for the big chat
Mi nah chit-chat, click-clack, on my spliff, yack
All the smoke, I’m with that
When I sky that, full air force, ya dig that?
Yo, how many spitters have I killed on the mic?
Wanna enter the morgue? Come get a wristband
It gets tekky, try at your own risk fam
If I ever put the mic down, bet you miss man

[Chorus]
Didn’t really wanna be a killer MC, when man cross the line, I’ma kill a MC
Why is it always Chipmunk clashing all these ‘we usеd to be nigga’s’ MCs?
I’m sick and tired, nah, sick, not tired, I’ll risе it, fire, and kill a MC
Make a man wanna catch me in real life ‘cah it’s special the way I spin an MC

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I spin an MC (Yeah)
Spin an MC and his bredrin that can’t rap
Who taught you don’t run out of bars akh? (Chippy)
Shut your mouth, cut your crap
I’m the bars man, never had a bar, fam
Bar man, black sheep, baa-baa, hah-hah
Never been inna the who rah-rah-rah (Nope)
I’m Mr Miyagi of the bars ting (Hahaha)
Pick a karate kid and half him (Ching)
Pull up like “Where the food? I want munch” (Yep)
Pull up, just X out spitters, I want dump (Brrt)

Ash said, “What’s the time?” I said “Lunch” (Uh)
I was out here before all of these cunts
Put some respek’ on my name
You’re lettin’ him say he’s the best MC in the country like I’m not still in this game
Mek gyal tune but mi love pepper and spray

[Chorus]
Didn’t really wanna be a killer MC, when man cross the line, I’ma kill a MC
Why is it always Chipmunk clashing all these ‘we used to be nigga’s’ MCs?
I’m sick and tired, nah, sick, not tired, I’ll rise it, fire, and kill a MC
Make a man wanna catch me in real life ‘cah it’s special the way I spin an MC

[Verse 3]
Why’s it never MC’s that have come before me that want to war me?
I must be surely, the coldest MC to touch the country
Like, that ain’t my lyric book, boy, it’s a pumpy
I’m super dumpy, only God can judge me
So, Jesus, forgive me if I keep up a f*ckery
Unnu ah go mek di teacher up keep up a madness
Why? Bloodclart, too many students acting
Superplex, beat man with a ruler
King? Which part? This part I’m ruler
Mi ah di big darg, this art, I’ll school ya
Cash Motto inside, niggas can’t fool us
Dem boy deh suh that side don’t chat me (Nah)
North best spitters in the game, don’t at me
Money can’t buy technique, just chill
If I don’t say it, who will? Yo

[Outro]
Didn’t really wanna be a killer MC
When man cross the line, I’ma kill a MC
(Pull it, pull it)
Make a man wanna catch me in real life ‘cah it’s special the way I spin an MC (Brrra)
Oi, miss me out you know? Hahaha


Chip – Winter Time Lyrics


[Hook]
Yeah, in the winter time, it gets cold
Tracksuits, boots and coats
I do mic and my friends do road
In the summertime, they’ve got snow
Year 9, started doing my thing
Year 10, hit school in my Timbs
Year 11, in a league of my own
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Bringing that heat again
Like we’re back on Heat FM (mic check, 1-2)
Trust me, the winter’s cold
Chipmunk’s got the heat for them (fire)
Taking shots, I’m Luke Cage
If I dish them out, I’m on Arsenal (cannon)
If I lick that shot, I will harm you
Football head like Hey, Arnold
King of my, king of my
King of my castle (royal)
Delivery on Royal Mail
I’ll write a bomb and pass the parcel (hold that, fam)
Mad ting sad ting
The game’s cold, I adapted
Gelled in any habitat that I tapped in
Checked out when I cashed in
Yeah, Finsbury Park, check T, get shaped nice
On the 406 on a late night
West End, chopsticks on a date night (swag)
Fly boy getting ras cuh I spray nice
Mad hours I be putting in work like a trap boy
Vampire ting, I hate daytime (yeah)
Man engage when I gauge mine
Pull up on the set and just spray like

[Hook]
In the winter time, it gets cold (freezing)
Tracksuits, boots and coats (swag)
I do mic and my friends do road (more time)
In the summertime, they’ve got snow (juuging)
Year 9, started doing my thing (ayy)
Year 10, hit school in my Timbs (swag)
Year 11, in a league of my own (early)
Years, I’ve been doing my ting (yep)
Years, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting (yep)
Years, I’ve been doing my ting, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my thing

[Verse 2]
I feel what’s coming in due course (timing)
Do my ting, go do yours (‘llow it)
Tek man’s gyal, that’s true, darg (facts)
Do my ting or do yours (sliding)
You can’t take me for a fool, darg (never)
Got more bars than a crew, darg (numbers)
Have your whole crew like “oh lord” (god)
Man know when I strap, that’s danger (mad)
Prass, like I’m born in a manger
Why you looking at your boy? He can’t save ya (no)
Man can’t get saved from the saviour (never)
Independent, mind of a major (yeah)
Do it on my own, done it, would amaze ya (standard)
Who’s that saying grime scene saviour?
You ain’t me, fam, do me a favour (‘llow it)
Bar for bar, can’t test man, later
Get it then, get it now or later
Blud, I don’t give a fuck how you feeling (nah)
Cash Motto, only here for the paper (gang)
Get waved, then I touch mic, what’s the outcome?
Could be a mixtape, could be an album
Could be an EP, could be a three-piece
Still got lyrics for anybody doubting, listen

[Hook]
In the winter time, it gets cold (freezing)
Tracksuits, boots and coats (swag)
I do mic and my friends do road (more time)
In the summertime, they’ve got snow (juuging)
Year 9, started doing my thing (ayy)
Year 10, hit school in my Timbs (swag)
Year 11, in a league of my own (early)
Years, I’ve been doing my ting (yep)
Years, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting (yep)
Years, I’ve been doing my ting, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my thing