S.O.S

Is that a choir that's soundin'?

Young king before crownin'

I wake up with the gift of life in the morning

How could I wake up frownin'?

Don't ask why I don't take breaks

You never know, say work haffi run

Everybody says that you should go clear

But I ain't goin' clear till I took care of Mum

Now wait, let me take time

You already know I do this for my family

But also man are doin' it for grime

So can somebody tell me why

We're allowin' our sounds to be watered down

And then spun round, flung off the top rungs till it's knocked out?

So many stories, so many articles

It's time we start sortin' it out

They said it would take ten years for grime to be accepted

And the ting finally popped

Nowadays this ting's grime, that ting's grime

It's grime, when did grime become pop?

But wait, not tryna hate

Come a long way from the bottom, it's true

But this is grime music and culture

You don't get to pick and choose

It's like one minute you're a role model

Throw on a hoodie, you're a dangerous yout'

The art, it pulls the connects, man, grime

Like they in afro, swing in a booth

Nah, fam, that's dead

Give respect to the first man

They made a culture for the whole nation

They boot down doors for us

So I'ma lick down doors for the next generation

S.O.S, can somebody save our sound?

Can we stop tryna let next man dictate

Something that we wanna build from the ground?

S.O.S, 'cause you know man are still old school

Young sound warrior comin' like a Viking

If I go down, then I'll go down fightin', S.O.S

Where has the sound gone?

I can't see it no more

S.O.S, S.O.S

Grew up on the old days

We need to restore

I started spittin' my bars on the pirate radio

Sets made me feel gassed

Took every opportunity and nothing for granted

Went all over the map

I'm talkin' 16 doin' up late trips to Mode FM

Runnin' for the last train to the bits

All just so I could spit my bars late nights

Through the alleyway, I could have got shift like North

What you know about that, rude boy?

What you know about that?

I put my ends on the map and started a movement

All from my council flat

What you know about that?

Nah, you don't know about that

Nah, you don't know about jack

You're still there tryna run down deal

I'm there with the pounds and the penny

Just buildin' a stack, that's facts

Still pay homage to the real grime dons, no heathens

Better show love to the old school Gs

Rude boy now make me get serious

You can't pick and then choose

Try and break the ting, we ain't homies

Well, grime music is God's gift

But come like they no know me

Let me take you back on an old school vibe

Talkin' back in double oh five

But they no shutdown, shutdown, no

Boy Better Know I got the gun in my boxers

Thought I was gonna say bust my nine

Think I bought you, truly

They thought that I was gonna fall in line

They never know, say a man's unruly

S.O.S, can somebody save our sound?

Can we stop tryna let next man dictate

Something that we wanna build from the ground?

S.O.S, you know man are still old school

Young sound warrior comin' like a Viking

If I go down, then I'll go down fightin', S.O.S

Where has the sound gone?

I can't see it no more

S.O.S, S.O.S

Grew up on the old days

We need to restore

Where has the sound gone?

S.O.S

I don't know, I don't know

S.O.S

Where has the sound gone?

S.O.S

I don't know, I don't know

S.O.S

Where has the sound gone?

I don't know, I don't know

S.O.S

Where has the sound gone?

I don't know, I don't know

S.O.S

Where has the sound gone?

Can somebody save our sound?

Can we stop tryna let next man dictate

Something that we wanna build from the ground?

S.O.S

Where has the sound gone?

'Cause you know man are still old school

Young sound warrior comin' like a Viking

If I go down, then I'll go down fightin', S.O.S