The darker the shadow, the brighter the light - Your wave god's wave god / call me in the morning / open the till
Overige artiesten: The streets Chip Grim sickers

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 fuck '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?
Fuck 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

Writers: MICHAEL GEOFFREY SKINNER , JAHMAAL NOEL FYFFE , Paul Dowman

Lyrics © Inc. , Warner/Chappell Music

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