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Chip - DaVinChe Code Lyrics



Chip - DaVinChe Code Lyrics
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Man got racks and plaques, this and that
But all I ever wanted was a wheel up bar
Touch mic, get me a wheel up, darg (yeah)
Grime scene saviour, wheel up bar (yeah)
Finer with time, I guess I'm something like wine
Ahead of my time, ha-ha
One time for Murkle Man
Pick up my pen then circle man
Just joking, I don't wanna murk you, man
Joking, still might murk you, man
Bipolar, crazy ting
Serious, durag, JME ting
F*ck them, brush them, wavy ting
Ain't one with man then play them in
Nah, this ain't no metaphor rap
Nah, right now, trust, I'm forgetting all that
'Cah right now we need some energy back (Chippy)

Like, yeah, my name's Chip, what?
Spit with us to MC that you're shit, what?
Original mic man before TikTok
Spitters getting ticked off when I'm pissed off
One mic, plain black tee, no wristwatch
Hold on, who said he the best, what?
Superman test what, get stretched, what?
Don't let me rip that S off your chest, what?
You smoke am, yeah, just don't forget, what?
Mood I'm in depends how I pen, what?
End up slapping at them, what?
Mad, sick, head nuh good, n'ave no sense, what?
Me nuh fear olders, never had youngers
Age ain't nothing but closer to death, what?
I get wiser the older I get, what?
Disrespect me until you get, what?

Cah I am the grime scene saviour
Any time Grime needs help, I save her
Real life ting, no woman, no cry but
Twenty years working, manual labour (facts)
Burn that bridge, I don't need no favour
Good on my own, then, now and later
Can't school me on energy, I'm a gauger
Come up with Tottenham man, I know Danger
Gotta keep my thoughts in my head, stop wildin'
Before they try cancelling me like Wiley
Dem man pinch from the culture and use it slyly
They ain't on Grime and it's grimey, I'm live and it's lively
Believe me or try me, I'm life on the lining (yeah)
How many times put my neck on the line
Couldn't walk in my size 8 Skopes if you tried (done know)

Like, yeah, my name's Chip, what?
Spit with us to MC that you're shit, what?
Original mic man before TikTok
Spitters getting ticked off when I'm pissed off
One mic, plain black tee, no wristwatch
Hold on, who said he the best, what?
Superman test what, get stretched, what?
Don't let me rip that S off your chest, what?
You smoke am, yeah, just don't forget, what?
Mood I'm in depends how I pen, what?
End up slapping at them, what?
Mad, sick, head nuh good, n'ave no sense, what?
Me nuh fear olders, never had youngers
Age ain't nothing but closer to death, what?
I get wiser the older I get, what?
Disrespect me until you get, what?
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Man got racks and plaques, this and that
But all I ever wanted was a wheel up bar
Touch mic, get me a wheel up, darg (yeah)
Grime scene saviour, wheel up bar (yeah)
Finer with time, I guess I'm something like wine
Ahead of my time, ha-ha
One time for Murkle Man
Pick up my pen then circle man
Just joking, I don't wanna murk you, man
Joking, still might murk you, man
Bipolar, crazy ting
Serious, durag, JME ting
F*ck them, brush them, wavy ting
Ain't one with man then play them in
Nah, this ain't no metaphor rap
Nah, right now, trust, I'm forgetting all that
'Cah right now we need some energy back (Chippy)

Like, yeah, my name's Chip, what?
Spit with us to MC that you're shit, what?
Original mic man before TikTok
Spitters getting ticked off when I'm pissed off
One mic, plain black tee, no wristwatch
Hold on, who said he the best, what?
Superman test what, get stretched, what?
Don't let me rip that S off your chest, what?
You smoke am, yeah, just don't forget, what?
Mood I'm in depends how I pen, what?
End up slapping at them, what?
Mad, sick, head nuh good, n'ave no sense, what?
Me nuh fear olders, never had youngers
Age ain't nothing but closer to death, what?
I get wiser the older I get, what?
Disrespect me until you get, what?

Cah I am the grime scene saviour
Any time Grime needs help, I save her
Real life ting, no woman, no cry but
Twenty years working, manual labour (facts)
Burn that bridge, I don't need no favour
Good on my own, then, now and later
Can't school me on energy, I'm a gauger
Come up with Tottenham man, I know Danger
Gotta keep my thoughts in my head, stop wildin'
Before they try cancelling me like Wiley
Dem man pinch from the culture and use it slyly
They ain't on Grime and it's grimey, I'm live and it's lively
Believe me or try me, I'm life on the lining (yeah)
How many times put my neck on the line
Couldn't walk in my size 8 Skopes if you tried (done know)

Like, yeah, my name's Chip, what?
Spit with us to MC that you're shit, what?
Original mic man before TikTok
Spitters getting ticked off when I'm pissed off
One mic, plain black tee, no wristwatch
Hold on, who said he the best, what?
Superman test what, get stretched, what?
Don't let me rip that S off your chest, what?
You smoke am, yeah, just don't forget, what?
Mood I'm in depends how I pen, what?
End up slapping at them, what?
Mad, sick, head nuh good, n'ave no sense, what?
Me nuh fear olders, never had youngers
Age ain't nothing but closer to death, what?
I get wiser the older I get, what?
Disrespect me until you get, what?
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Writer: Jahmaal Fyffe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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