My Sound Lyrics - Made In The Manor - Kano

My sound's the realest 

My sound's the real deal 

Hold tight the ends, East Ham, Plaistow, Stratford 

Canning Town, stand up, ayy! 

Hold tight the ends that [?] city 

Got the whole ends and Richard with me 

Man like Goose and my nigga Sticky 

Ashmond just got the Richard Mille 

Man can't call me no pickaninny 

Big magnum cost a pretty penny 

Couple LPs and a couple Diddys 

Couple Liv Popes and a couple Iggys 

All-white dance get shutdown 

Ragga [?] just touch down 

Gyal come with you, they're with us now 

Boogie got jungle on lock now 

I don't cut shapes, I just cut riddim 

If it ain't Vybez, I ain't fucking with it 

Rudeboys don't response for no dissing 

Catch up inna big is a man's schism 

Man have got the rum-pu-pu-pum-pum 

Mek a boy run like he stole something 

Run up on me, that's a madness 

Rum-pu-pu-pum-pum 

Hold tight the mandem on lockdown 

God bless and keep your 'ead up now 

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Wifey was real, she did hold out 

Dozen roses up her nose now 

My sound's the realest, we know 

Shut down dance wherever we go 

And we keep a big ting for those haters 

And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po 

My sound's the realest, we know 

Shut down dance wherever we go 

And we keep a big ting for those haters 

And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po 

Call me from rice, it was real then 

Please buss a shot for your real friend 

Man like Fab and my nigga Smithy 

Got the whole ends and Richard with me 

Man just might fly up Manny 

Link up the mandem up Manny 

Got a couple bruddas up country 

Hold tight [?] 

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My sound's the realest, we know 

Shut down dance wherever we go 

And we keep a big ting for those haters 

And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po 

My sound's the realest, we know 

Shut down dance wherever we go 

And we keep a big ting for those pagans 

And it goes (po-po-po-po-po-po) 

Dem boy some haters 

Hating for real 

Those boys some haters 

So we keep a big ting for those pagans 

And it goes (everybody dead now) 

We either whine gyal or we stan' up 

But badman don't MC Hammer 

Made in the manor where the guns dem clap up 

Don't need no Santa fi boy get wrap up 

Must big up Marlene and Big Pat up 

RIP Auntie Vicky, true champion 

Down by the River Thames, [?] 

Mum played [?] and she played Daddy 

They scream no black role models on these streets 

But man model Roleys out on these streets 

Tryna push a roller out on these streets 

Tryna get a Rover out on these deets 

Paid my dues, then get no receipt 

This the motherfucking thanks I get from this scene? 

Ten years deep, a thousand 16s 

And man a headline but didn't receive 

Let me bloodclart live, spit my bloodclart shit 

I'm a forefather, that's my bloodclart kids 

Tell a hater it is what it bloodclart is 

Then tell a real sound man to bring back my ting 

My sound's the realest, we know 

Shut down dance wherever we go 

And we keep the big sitting for those haters 

And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po 

My sound's the realest, we know 

Shut down dance wherever we go 

And we keep a big ting for those haters 

And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po 

My sound's the realest 

My sound's the real 

My end's the realest 

My mandem real