Your Wave God's Wave God / Call Me In The Morning / Open The Till
Chip, Grim Sickers, The Darker the Shadow, The Brighter the Light, The Streets
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Make some noise behind the barrier If you're standing behind the barrier And you came here to have a good time Make some noise Out to the raving Out to the raving Out to the raving crew Out to the raving Out to the raving Out to the raving crew Out to the raving Out to the raving Out to the raving crew Out to the raving Out to the raving Out to the raving crew I'm not a DJ's DJ Not an MC's MC, bar none (ay) I am your wave God's wave God Wave God number one Not trying to get you in trouble Bounce with the thots on the lean Yes you are hotter and cleaner than her But that don't mean you are hot and clean I just want vodka and something I'm getting cross with you, honey What is the use of this happiness, huh? 'Cause it don't buy any money Look it up, bought you a ticket Looking for something, you stare This is a fucking duck shoot Like hooking a duck at the fair I'm not a DJ's DJ Not an MC's MC, bar none (ay) I am your wave God's wave God Wave God number one Got to be begin somewhere, got to begin Got to be getting in things You might be hotter and thinner than me But that don't make you hot or thin You will not find me in colours Cbeebie lullaby colours You would not find me in visions without a decision to visit Giano Swerving in the red route number 30 You're dipping in the Uber pool Not trying to do any crimes Not trying to prove all my rhymes Now I know you got me And I know you've got an enemy It's behind the barrier, okay But behind the barrier You need to shape up seriously Because everyday is a Saturday night for me ladies and gentleman And we just need to provide a little bit of organization And a little bit of focus, yeah? And we're going to make it to Sunday Who wants to make it to, Sun- Back, they call me trouble in the black Call up the woman in black And let's have fun with it man And we can have fun 'til they're mad Just mickey me happy, lucky man But just like Mick and Keith No colours anymore I want it painted black Nothing to see here, no need to frisk me No way, this state of play is risky No face, no case of Whiskey Put throttle to the vodka 'Til at the bottom of the toxin To admit I have a problem Will take me a lot of bottle These days are too short But the week is long If I hit myself and it hurts Am I weak or strong? Ay, they call me trouble in the black Call up the woman in black And let's have fun with it man And we can have fun 'til they're mad They're starting to get it, they're starting to get it (oh that's everything, oh that's everything) It's starting to happen (oh that's everything, oh that's everything) Got to murder it out All black everything, all black everything All black (oi, oi) Lurking in the corner Murdered out as always (hey I definitely need to, I'm going to need to get help) Like we're all mourning Call me in the morning Lurking in the corner (Can you see me behind the barrier?) Murdered out as always (yo) Like we're all mourning (can you hear me?) Call me in the morning (yo) Listen up lil' man, they call me Big Chip man, North London I have fun with it, zoots and London make some noise (listen) If that's not the best big help I could possibly get, I do not know what, okay Now if you came here to have a good time Whether you're in front of the barrier or not I want you to make some noise (make some noise, yo) (One, two, three) Listen up lil' man, they call me Big Chip man, North London I have fun with it, zoots and 'Gac with gyal Penthouse suite dem bang, check out boom bang We just step on man Pon da river, pon da bank Big animal, no Elephant Man Give dem ah run deh Mans run dem man Best remind dem man Don't give a f*ck 'bout dem You ain't got a mind like man Little line, Chippy good gettin' it Read the maths, skin is bought, been a threat Any sound, Chip be good, build a spliff Bare Chip, hella kush wanna send (uh), wanna send (uh) What? Pirate man, Caribbean man No Johnny, no it's nuttin' How many spitters tryna see man murked? That didn't work, on my own I'ma get it Man changed their In my section man Mad man section man Bring no chicken MCs to a seasoned Man batter up, fry dem man I'm the Colonel man Who wants a bargain bucket? F*ck it, chuck it, swear (I love it) Talking bars, yo mi deh 'ya Run out of what? Dawg mi deh 'ya Peanut head full of clips (uh) Man don't like hypocrites (uh) Penthouse suite with your bitch (uh, uh, uh) Chippy Lurking in the corner (London) Murdered out as always Like we're all mourning (Yeah G) Call me in the morning Lurking in the corner (The Streets) Murdered out as always Like we're all mourning (I think we're gonna need a bit more help though) Call me in the morning Listen up big man, they call me Grim Sick man Man splash of Brandy but I'm a Magnum man West Swindon man With the Tonga gang every Tongas jam Girl whine on man Wit' a mic in hand You can't style on man, yuh zimmee? Feeling like Stylo man Everything live-o man Twenty-five girls and five, four man Your a timeline man Girl from Paris and girl from Milan Ring man as soon as they land You wouldn't understand Three, four grand on food champ Makes moves and bank teef and gang doing one foot skank Call me Sickers the Great, I'm (the IC champ) In tonga with teefy (and dem) Pingy, (Kleppy and dem) Certain MCs can't see me again Got a serious ten with voddy Full gas go in when I volley on them Mi nah beg, mi nuh friend Backstage don't party wit' dem Forest Hill with party I'll block that number you can't call me again When you see me shutting down mic Blinded by the lights, dry your eyes When the boat capsize three or four times Not even Captain Jack would survive Hop out the whip in Don't happen now there won't Ay, ay, ay, Sickers Lurking in the corner (pull that back, pull that back, pull up) Oi, you know this man, the only thing this man knows is gym and Hennessey, okay So please don't fucking let us down at this point, Brixton Because we've left the church now and we've gone to the shop (let's go) And we are not going to work tomorrow, okay Are we ready to open the till? Yeah, I said make that mill' Empty your pockets and you got zill Say that he won't but I know that I will Open the till Yeah, I said make that mill' Empty your pockets and you got zill Say that he won't but I know that I will Open the till Yeah, I said make that mill' Empty your pockets and you got Dun man's dance, I left man there Air this, air that, ray, ray, ray Yeah, I said make that mill Empty your pockets and you got shh Man can't send that shh Spin man, shh, everyting shh I ran past every MC that I rated Prs backdated I'm feeling like Neo from I go away and come back like a bailiff Not one thing a hater taught me I'm in the grime scene feeling like Fury I told the hater to come talk, G No credit, he had to WhatsApp call me I said make that mill' Empty your pockets and you got zill Say that he won't but I know that I will (Open the till) Yeah, I said make that mill' Empty your pockets and you got zill Say that he won't but I know that I will Open the till If I gave my heart to you I'd have none, you'd have two I started out with nothing Took my pill at the ball If you started out with something Then you've got it all to lose I started out with nothing And I've still got it all With your boo, 'til the end 'Til the end of the food Ay, ay, move the ends I wanna live forever No scars, no good I wanna live forever So far, so good (can you say open the till?) I said make that mill' Empty your pockets and you got zill Say that he won't but I know that I will, say (Open the till), I can't hear you Yeah, I said make that mill' (one more time) Empty your pockets and you got zill (one more time) Say that he won't but I know that I will Open the till (ay, ay, ay) Come on
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Written by: Michael Geoffrey Skinner, Jahmaal Noel Fyffe, Paul Dowman
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