Fire in My Studio

Certain DJs kiss arse so much

But why? Wipe the shit off your lips, look

Comparing just-comes to legends

But really, why you influencing?

You see, Chipmunk's still not having any

Rep for myself till I'm dead and buried

Come on, how many spitters are on me?

Can't be that special if you're one of many, look

And this scene just feels like crabs in a barrel

So when I spray, I spray shells, there ain't no crabs in my barrel

I've gone past caring who the best MC is

Passion back, I can't stop MCing

Last year, I made man stop MCing

Between us spitters we all know who can snap and who goes in

But you can pop back up and get hits

Cuh the net's got a memory span of a fish and

I've got no more space in my MC cemetery

So forgive me if I kill off an MC that I've killed off already

Look, I am not like these youths, no

I will not lie for views

No propaganda, just bars

Man ain't got time for staging moves

Still the one that everyone prees, just goals, working on me

Emails, joint album, don't lie not from anybody on my team, allow it

Lethal with it, I'm the pow in powers

Last year, I lost my bearings

Now I'm rolling Baauers

Late nights, putting in hours

I'm getting sick of addressing man testing

But some man don't know when to allow it

You could be a badman for your whole life

And still be a dickhead in about six hours

Love and hate my culture, fam

Bare MCs tryna vulture man

Garage v. grime at a Culture Clash

I'm like why? Same fucking culture, fam

Chip, why do you love to clash?

I'm like nah, that's part of the culture, fam

I'm assisting bringing my culture back

Plus, if I don't, you won't defend my brand

So I'm my only hero, counting on my **** only got me zero

I brang man, man didn't bring me

Won't forget how certain man did me

These **** remind me of me as a kid

They get signed and start thinking they boasy

Cash Motto, pay as you go, G

Them fassyhole, they no know we

You don't know, I pray to God and he hears

Prayed for Ice to return and he's here

Devils are on me, you think that I care?

Spray over here, spray over there

Knew if I mentally start again

Bare MCs would start again

They're like chip, how you feel about my man?

I'm like boy, same way as Charlemagne

Other night Mario, rhymes from the can like bro

How comes my man's all up in my man's vid?

Code talk, you know who my man is

I was like Mario, things have changed, look

These days, don't know who my man is

Yeah, it's a brand new era and thing

So look, if the cap fits, that's your wig, look

This ain't no card game, you little pricks

What? You think you can snap like me and you think it's all good

Till I snap on you and your clique like look

If man go bananas, you'll split, Dasheen

You ain't reaching the realms I hit, blood

Cuzzy, I'm, cuzzy, I'm Chipmunk

You ain't gotta back me, are you sick, bruh?

I got Chip like a spliff does

I fill up a page and a Rizla

Sundays, bumping sizzler

I be like dry cry, even tears

Even my heart cries, but who cares?

Been through dark times, still here

Now I got a dark side if you dare

Bars hard to digest like steak

When I'm here, still get served blood, medium-rare

Cuh, I know you, man, you know my thing, me no like you, man

I'm one MC, but I'm too bad, take on three MCs, coming for man

Fuck a punchline anyways

I can punchline any day

**** don't like me, I don't like **** well, that's that then anyways

Cash Motto, gang sentence