Hop, Skip & Jump Lyrics

It's the UK Ghostface, about to clear the whole place

Not Beverly Hills, I'm in Beverley by the Old Waste

Setting off for work and I'm so late

Getting my shit together'd be the craziest roleplay

No invites anymore but, I love y'all

Do or die on the Otley Run, oh what a pub crawl

Life knocked me down, nah I never stood tall

Why? 'Cause I'm English, and life is like football

No highs, just lows 'til it's time to go

Vibes and shows is all that Guymer knows

I can grind and pose, just watch me slide the pole

I got the wildest flow and when I'm live? A pro

Check my ID: Johnny Stove-a-Roni

Best to leave me to it while I talk my whole Bologna

Vivienne from Very, nah I never had a Roley

Gun to your head for Hip-Hop, I'm on my Axel Foley with a

Hop, skip and a jump

All of my people in the pit to the front

Know how many nationwide trips I done done?

Got nowt in my bank or my fridge for the month

Don't stop, live how you want

Just lent another couple hundred quid from my Mum

And nah I don't smoke, not a cig, it's a blunt

What's between me and you? I'm a div, you're a cunt

It's cold up North and we're forced to weather the storm

You'll never find a band that's better than Korn

In this small pond, I'm the megalodon

Th upper echelon, '97 born

The book of life barely has any chapters

Work death, taxes, and rotting at the afters

Got my nose pierced, became attractive

Ten thousand hours practice, and now I'm proper knackered

Any beat I get on I'ma tear it up

I might shake my rump, 'cause the form I'm on is rare as fuck

No amount of budgeting'll change that I don't earn enough

That's why I'm in the Tavern telling Moe "gwed, serve a Duff"

Oh Saint Nicholas, rhymes on ridiculous

She let me hit it, taste in men's like licorice

Bring furlough back, I want a stimulus

Regina George regime, you know you can't sit with us

Wait, that's not the end? Shall I continue?

What more can I say? Didn't know I was on the menu

Since sixteen, cut my teeth in every venue

I've aged like milk, but you see what the pen do

I aren't 'bout my business, Duncan Bannatyne

Hand your notice in, leave your products on the pallet line

And spread love, giving flowers for the Valentines

I'm 'bout what's right, I'm about freeing Palestine

No PR, no label, no agent, no publisher

That's how I know nobody'll fucking care

But everybody in here, I'm in love with ya

That's why I bounce through in the club with a

Hop, skip and a jump

All of my people in the pit to the front

Know how many nationwide trips I done done?

Got nowt in my bank or my fridge for the month

Don't stop, live how you want

Just lent another couple hundred quid from my Mum

And nah I don't smoke, not a cig, it's a blunt

What's between me and you? I'm a div, you're a cunt