[Intro:]
Sounds of the- (shelling)

[Verse 1: Ghetts]
Who the fuck wants corn?
Right now I'm on form
Seashore when we war
Squeeze more, no rebores
Nee-naw nee-naw, police see me draw
Detour, detour, Houdini who see me gone
Nickname Sheldon
Skin shade Nelson
Mixtape salesman
Insane girlfriend
Links ain't welcome
Flyboy, win game Feltham
Bike life, switch lane 12ing
Summer, Brick Lane gyaldem
Me, Aaron and mixed race Kelvin
Bludclut barologist
Tell a MC come spar, our origin's based on who comes hard
I'm Connor in my line of work (bodying)
Don't say a word (swallow it, you follow me?)
6 feet, I dig deep
It's me the Grime archaeologist
Fuck the politics
Fuck radio settings, long range infrareding
Colt. 45 when I step in, man's forehead sweating
You ain't gotta like me, just respec' it
I'll blow that dream out your brain, then go and sell it
[Verse 2: Chip]
On form all season
Don't give man a reason
He was on lyrical beefing
Third course in, turned vegan
Shelling, rebelling
Rather get you then forget it
I don't play watch the throne, even kings get beheaded
Still young, got no will
Nickname got no chill
Man know I'm seasoned still
I fry, bake and grill
Like what, him? For real? (joke ting)
If you won't I will (no long)
Grime kid for real
But man skidi and dip when I drill drill drill drill, I
Teach man about shelling at record speed, what a legend
Stepped on me but I let him
PJs on when I dead him
Teenager would've murked you
Mutant Ninja tekkers, I'm a turtle
Protected by my shell and I can shell too
I can show or tell you, you don't want (shelling)
Big Big Macs, I'm lovin' it
Shell man down for the fun of it
Me vs the world, alright then
Man ah from planet, have none of it
Spiderman when I web MCs
But I ain't no net MC
10 years still (shelling)
Them man are smoking bush, touch mic, just Jah, no Juj
Fuck around get a (shelling)
[Verse 3: Ghetts & Chip]
S-H-E-double L
Skeng rage, forever I grill
M case whenever I shell
Set pace, and get it myself
Press play, get in my realm
Sun's coming up, still murking
Goin' blind, close the curtains
Man don't get bored of murking
Man he's boring, I'll murk him
Man don't want none for certain
Floor him and earth him
I throw earth on an earthling
I do dirt, I'm determined
I do skrring and swerving
I do pull out, jump out in person disperse him
I let it go, no jammin'
I do aim, do whammin'
On sight, boom-bamming
Bun and I'll do damage
I do plan, not panic
Shelly-Ann, big-belly and
When I was 18, I already killed 20 man
Man ah man's ambidextrous
And I bust my ting from any hand
From the left to the right
Man press, you will not be left alright
Too late now, no breading
What you want? Diesel or unleaded
Man get (shelling)