The man in your vids? State your name, cuz Yeah, fire in the park, let's go! Army comes everywhere I go Let me make that two Stiff Chocolate, yeah, my face so smooth They catch feelings, I catch bodies Tell my man- Two cigarettes and a bottle of water There's no champagne, we don't rave Shut up, man Shut up Tell my man shut up Shut the fuck up, shut your fucking mouth Make that two They catch feelings, I catch bodies [Single Version Outro] Repping, init Shut up, man Don't even talk too much, you're a talker Imposters wanna take my tunes, check it Now these niggas, they need me to grow Yeah, fucking repping, init Saw me turn from a prince to a pauper I straight murk, it's a walk in the park I wanna make my mum so proud All of my mandem move so foul Army comes everywhere I go Nowadays all of my shows sold out I take care when I water my plants Yeah, fire in the park, let's go! Talk to my face, don't talk to my palm Yeah, I was gassed at the MOBO Awards If you wanna do me something, I'm about [Intro] Stormzy, init I'm not a gangster, I'm just about Man try say he's better than me Tell my man shut up Mention my name in your tweets Oi rude boy, shut up Better than me? Pussy, what? Two cigarettes and a bottle of water Walk in the club with all of my tugs Yeah, I'm the best, I'm so cocky Dead MCs, blud, leave me alone Oi rudeboy, shut up Oi, rudeboy, shut up Man in the kitchen putting in orders I've got a mob like A$AP Rocky It was so well-received that he re-recorded it in the studio, releasing it as the B-side to the “Wicked Skengman 4” single. Man try say he's better than me I'm a big man, how the fuck can I backup–? See me turn from a prince to a pauper Army comes everywhere I go Dem man still go halves on a quarter Yeah, fire in the park, let's go! But you see my man over there with the pouch? I might sing but I ain't sold out Backup dancer I set trends, dem man copy [Hook] Me and your girl, we speak on the phone Dead MCs, blud, leave me alone Shut up, man Yeah, I was gassed at the MOBO Awards Chatting bare fucking shit Apart from the girl dem, you lot stay I'm a big man, fuck a postcode war When we roll in, they roll out But you see my man over there with the pouch? I'm so London, I'm so south Food in the ends like there ain't no drought They drink Bailey's, I drink Vossy Tell a man like I'm K to the A I'm a big man, fuck a postcode war Man tried eat then leave me the bones Pussies, what? There's no champagne, we don't rave Nowadays all of my shows sold out I was out hungry, so damn hungry - "FRANCHISE" - LYRICS, 23 One Hit Wonders You Still Can't Get Out Of Your Head, HOT SONG: Tory Lanez - "Most High" - LYRICS, 15 Huge Stars Who Were Backup Singers First. Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. I'm not a gangster, I'm just about It later went platinum in March 2017 following a relatively successful campaign to get the song to Christmas number one in the UK; the song peaked at number eight. [Verse] Why? Cause I ain't won a MOBO before Imposters wanna take my tunes Stiff Chocolate, yeah, my face so smooth, check it Don't even talk too much, you're a talker Dem man still go halves on a quarter See me turn from a prince to a pauper Two cigarettes and a bottle of water Told the bouncers get the bottles in order Man in the kitchen putting in orders Stiff Chocolate, skin clear like water Smooth on this ting, start locking up daughters Yeah, so … If that makes me a backup dancer Shut down Wireless, shut down Twitter starts and ends within the same node. Duh, all of you MCs sound so bitter Look, I was out hungry, so damn hungry Man tried eat then leave me the bones These MCs wanna talk about Lord of the Mics Man were upset about the MOBO Awards Can I order a deathbed for a MC? Duh! I've got a mob like A$AP Rocky Stiff Chocolate, yeah, my face so smooth Repping, innit? Lyricapsule: The Surfaris Drop ‘Wipe Out’; June 22, 1963, Lyricapsule: The Byrds Drop ‘Mr. Most of the real badboys live in south Dare one of you man try get loud The man in your vids, backup dancer If you wanna do me something, I'm about An annotation cannot contain another annotation. Party's done, everybody go home Boogie Fields). One time yeah, chatting bare fucking shit Yeah, so shut your fucking stupid mouths Food in the ends like there ain't no drought Me and your girl, we speak on the phone Cause I ain't won a MOBO before I wanna make my mum so proud Flipz don't talk like he's got no mouth Smooth on this ting, start locking up daughters. They roll deep, I roll squaddy I get merky, they get worried I'm not a gangster, I'm just about I'm a big man, how the fuck can I Stiff Chocolate, yeah, my face so smooth, check it I get merky, they get worried Stiff Chocolate, skin clear like water / Repping, innit? / And what we doing today? Best my age, yeah blud, look Yeah, fucking repping, innit? Stormzy also addresses the comments by Big Narstie, J Spades and Link Up TV’s Remel London about how he was a “backup dancer” for Kanye at the BRIT Awards. The man in your pics? Shut up Dare one of you man try get loud Shut Up Lyrics: Right / State your name, cuz / It's Stormzy, innit? I wanna make my mum so proud Man in the kitchen putting in orders Food in the ends like there ain't no drought If you don't rate me, shame on you Oi rudeboy, shut up They catch feelings, I catch bodies Apart from the girl dem, you lot stay Best in the scene? Last.fm Music | Copyright © 2020 CBS Interactive Inc. / All rights reserved. Flipz don't talk like he's got no mouth Backup dancer The man in your pics? / Man try say Talk to my face, don't talk to my palm The song’s most memorable lines, the first eight bars, are directed at Wiley’s brother Cadell, who had been sending for Stormzy throughout 2015 and accusing him of riding off Wiley’s success. Make that two I straight murk, it's a walk in the park Nowadays all of my shows sold out I can't run when my enemies show Man were upset about the MOBO Awards If you don't rate me, shame on you Walk in the club, all the girls say hey Don't even talk too much, you're a talker If you don't rate me, shame on you Headline tour, yeah blud, sold out They roll deep, I roll squaddy Little red whip that I bought for my marge Anyone else wanna make that move? Stormzy, init I set trends, dem man copy Anyone else wanna pay their dues? He wants beef with me? Hot chocolate and a panini to go Can I order a deathbed for an MC? Little red whip that I bought for my marge Hot chocolate and a panini to go Yeah, I'm the best, I'm so cocky Best in the scene? Best my age, yeah blud, look Shut the fuck up, shut your fucking mouth Tell my man, shut up Shut up Best in the scene Tell my man, yo, yo Couple man called me a backup dancer Onstage at the BRITs, I'm a backup dancer If that makes me a backup dancer The man in your vids? Imposters wanna take my tunes, check it Like "yo Mum, book a flight, go now" Got about 25 goons in my posse All of my ex-girls stalking me hard Got about 25 goons in my posse But you see my man over there with the pouch? Kill a whole crew of MCs on my own Repping, init All of my mandem move so foul You ain't even lord of your yard Shut down Wireless, shut down Twitter Mention my name in your tweets I might sing but I ain't sold out [Verse] I take care when I water my plants I take care when I water my plants I wanna strap one, Stormzy Lyrics provided by SongLyrics.com. Smooth on this ting, start locking up daughters Dem man still go halves on a quarter Tell my man shut up The man in your vids, backup dancer Had four bills and I bought a new car Onstage at the BRITs, I'm a backup dancer Man wanna chat about backup dancer Smooth on this ting, start locking up daughters Apart from the girl dem, you lot stay They drink Bailey's, I drink Vossy Chatting bare fucking shit Why? Walk in the club, all the girls say, "Hey" All of my ex girls stalking me hard / Yeah, fucking repping, innit? Most of the real bad boys live in south Yeah, I'm the best, I'm so cocky Imposters wanna take my tunes Headline tour, yeah blud, sold out Stormzy’s response—or, the concise version—is to tell him to “shut up.”, Food in the ends like there ain't no drought, These MCs wanna talk about Lord of the Mics, Don't even talk too much, you're a talker. See me turn from a prince to a pauper Headline tour, yeah blud, sold out / Yeah, fire in the park, let's go! Best my age, yeah blud, look 23 Boy Band Slow Jams That Made You Believe In Love, HOT SONG: 21 Savage x Metro Boomin - "My Dawg​" - LYRICS, NEW SONG: Rod Wave - POP SMOKE - "MOOD SWINGS" ft. Lil Tjay - LYRICS, POPULAR SONG: Travis Scott feat. Kill a whole crew of MCs for the throne These MCs wanna talk about Lord of the Mics They drink Bailey's, I drink Vossy [Video Version Outro] If you got a G-A-T, bring it out Talk to my face, don't talk to my palm relatively successful campaign to get the song to Christmas number one in the UK; Shut Up by Boogie Fields (Ft. Produced By DJ XTC Better than me? If that makes me a backup dancer Kill a whole crew of MCs on my own Oi rudeboy, shut up Stormzy looks to DJ XTC’s old school grime beat, “Functions on the Low,” to drop a freestyle in the park, detailing his influence in the grime scene. Got about 25 goons in my posse Yeah, fucking repping, init Walk in the club with all of my tugs I set trends, dem man copy Most of the real badboys live in south Mention my name in your tweets All of you MCs sound so bitter Stiff Chocolate, skin clear like water If you don't rate me, shame on you Look Kill a whole crew of MCs on my own Flipz don't talk like he's got no mouth Party's done, everybody go home One time, yeah, chatting bare fucking shit Couple man called me a backup dancer Stormzy also performed the song live prior to the titular fight at Anthony Joshua vs Dillian Whyte with adapted lyrics. Walk in the club, all the girls say hey Told the bouncer, get the bottles in order If you don't rate me, shame on you Who's got Rizla and chip? Yeah fire in the park, let's go! Duh, all of you MCs sound so bitter Oi rudeboy, shut up There's no champagne, we don't rave State your name, cuz Man wanna chat about backup dancer You ain't even lord of your yard And what we doing today? State your name, cuz I straight murk, it's a walk in the park Couple man called me a backup dancer It's Stormzy, innit? This lyric is presumably directed at East Londoner Cadell, who posted some offensive tweets about Stormzy and claimed to be a better MC. Man were upset about the MOBO Awards Onstage at the BRITs, I'm a backup dancer Young Thug & M.I.A. All of my mandem move so foul Like, "Yo, Mum, book a flight, go now" Man in the kitchen putting in orders Smooth on this ting, start locking up daughters [Single Version Outro] Yeah, so shut your fucking stupid mouths Chatting bare fucking shit Shut the fuck up, shut your fucking mouth Oi rudeboy, shut up One time yeah, chatting bare fucking shit Shut up, man Pussy, what? Smooth on this ting, start locking up daughters Yeah, so shut your fucking stupid mouths Chatting bare fucking shit Shut the fuck up, shut your fucking mouth Oi rudeboy, shut up One time yeah, chatting bare fucking shit Shut up, man Pussy, what?