Fire In The Booth Part 2 Lyrics - Chip

[Instrumental 1] 

I know you man just might run out of bars 

Chip can't run out of bars 

I know you man just might run out of bars 

Chip can't run out of bars 

I know you man just might run out of bars 

Chip can't run out of bars 

I know you man just might... 

On the mic right now, start a fight right now 

Went left but I'm right now, it's alright now 

You ain't got a plaque, pipe down 

Peng lighty, that's mine 

She wants D, look, I wanna write right now 

Told her listen up babe, I'll fill up this page and 

Bring the pipe right round 

[?] man make the fish go deep 

I grab the pen, it's peak 

Man think they can murk me, OMG 

Big up, you've got big dreams 

C-H-I to the P, that lyrical G 

Top 90s baby's MC 

My man said that he don't take coke 

Looked at his nose like "that's not weed" 

Me, I'm Michael Jackson of grime 

This year I'm going on Bad 25 

Done with the sly digs, actually try 

Look, actually blud I can actually rhyme 

You with the words as hard as eggs 

Look, you can get scrambled, boiled or fried 

I get high, I listen to Sox 

So on the mic, I pulled up mine 

Yeah, big up grime and what it surfaced 

I disappeared, I ain't perfect 

But I'll done ya dance with these verses 

I don't know what I'm doing but it's working 

Me, I think and see beyond the surface 

I might do a song featuring myself 

So I can know how it feels to feel nervous 

Fam, have you got the right idea? 

Chipmunk's back, verbal diarrhoea 

Who's the MC I'm supposed to fear? 

Believe your own hype until I'm here 

You can't hide the truth 

Don't want fire? Boy, hide the booth 

I heard Tinie's Fire in the Booth 

Oi Charlie, that weren't fire in the booth 

Want fire? You can count on me 

Torn ligament in my knee 

So right now I can't bend it like Beckham 

But you can get a toe punt out the scene 

Watch out, this year I'm coming, yo 

Pepper man, I've got the curry flow 

And I'll have dinner with the royal family 

If they all agree to have curry go 

And give my mum's husband his Visa 

I came back wiser and deeper 

The whole of England better wake up 

Chipmunk's back in your speaker 

2015, I'm not ramping 

[?] I'm on a mad ting 

F your deal and your campaign 

Leap on the mic, I do my damn ting 

Until I die, I rep my scene 

Boy better know Cash Motto's my team 

Scrapping for fans? Nope, that's not me 

Soon, soon, see me on ITV 

Yeah, Master Wong passed me his [?] 

Shaolin Munk, what you know about me? 

I bless the beat, my bars are the sneeze 

My fire burns be on third degree 

Woo! Still do it big though 

I had gyal on my Ericsson, gyal on my Nokia 

Back when this was my ringtone 

Man don't know what Chip's on 

They're like rah, what planet is Chip from? 

I've got two pages now full of bars 

I put my pen down, [?] 

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Like what, you want more, you want more? 

8, 16, 24 

When my bars clap, clap, clap, clap, clap 

Man down, no one caught, yeah 

Trust me, man better leave me alone 

Sniper flow, cap one in your dome 

High grade spliff, back in my zone 

So many bars, I'm a crew on my own 

I've got the title MC 

Strip man of the title MC 

You don't want to rival MC 

Cuh you can't survive all MC 

Chipmunk, I was born to MC 

Don't test me, [?] MC 

I'm a father, I've born some MCs 

But listen, I'll still abort an MC 

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I'm not done, give me more, give me more 

8 bars, 16 or 24 

Pull up in the dance, get a reload fam 

With a 16, I wrote a 16 at 24 

When I spit this bar in my 30s 

Wanna understand you can't murk me 

And the little sly digs don't hurt me 

Listen, I'm a big man but I'm not 30 

Man know the scene, man know I'm from it 

Man just gassed, man don't want it 

Man know Chipmunk, man know I'm froggy 

Mic in my right hand, you don't want it 

Listen, I'm a cool lad, not bad 

But when I put my pen to my pad, it's like a gat 

Anytime I bust a rhyme, I make it clap 

Look how I'm moving it forward, bringing it back 

Cut the beat, F that, bring it back 

Listen we can get a set vibe live on the track 

[Break: Chip sends for Tinie Tempah after hearing his 2014 Fire in the Booth] 

[Instrumental 2] 

Yo, I've got lyrics better than all your lyrics 

Trust me, forget your lyrics 

If I look you dead in your eyes and spit mine 

You'll forget your lyrics 

Forget your lyrics, I'll pull up and check your lyrics 

No intellect, your lyrics 

Yout man, property ladder, my lyrics 

Don't know how far you'll get your lyrics 

Party, jumping lyrics, dumping lyrics 

Bored-in-my-front-room lyrics 

Gyal dem love me lyrics 

Girls don't dump me lyrics 

Hide your girl, I've got lyrics 

Stacks on Instagram 

Trust me, fam, you can't buy lyrics 

Told Stormz bill it 

And he did, threw me a spliff, more lyrics 

I go Shalo's house to buy lyrics 

Man are paro' now cause my lyrics 

You'll all get narrowed down cause my lyrics 

I'm still living off my old lyrics 

But not living off my old lyrics 

You know that boy got the flow 

2015, I'm ready to go 

Yeah, I touch pen and pad, flows 

When I touch pen and pad, go 

When you touch pen and pad, no 

When you touch pen and pad, home 

This music ting's not for everyone 

I repeat, not for everyone 

I've got a big head, no company 

But right now I'm tackling everyone 

Yeah, Cash Motto fam with me 

If I'm in your ends, that's man's city 

Blood couldn't make my team no closer 

C to the M, that's family 

15, I lost my family 

Mum left Dad, that was sad to me 

I was in the studio, angry 

That's when I wrote "They're Family" 

I guess the kid's into money and things 

Put my hand on my heart, that was bad of me 

You're at home like you still got bars 

Nah fam, this is art for my gallery 

Right now I'm in another galaxy 

I should sell this ship for a Picasso wage 

To anyone that tried block my path 

Go suck your mum, I'm back, it's rage 

Go suck your gyal, I'm back, it's rage 

Somebody's gonna feel my pain 

Or somebody's gonna feel a page 

I do not miss when I aim 

Yeah, you [?] me any time of the week 

Not one out of seven will be your days 

And yeah, I got songs for days 

But I still got bars to spray 

Chick-King eater, T-high streeter 

Gladesmore jumper, Adidas sneaker 

Prada wearer, lyrical MC tearer 

Straight out the 90's 

Came out the chlorine now I see 

You vs me on you that's not fair 

Peep at the top, still there, yeah