Biografía:
Michael Ebenazer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Jr., conocido profesionalmente como Stormzy, es un rapero, cantante y compositor británico. En 2014, atrajo la atención en la escena musical underground del Reino Unido a través de su serie de freestyle Wicked Skengman sobre los clásicos ritmos grime.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
Abm | F# | E | E
[Verse 1]
Abm
Man try say he's better than me
F#
Tell my man shut up
E
Mention my name in your tweets
Oi rudeboy, shut up
Abm
How can you be better than me?
F#
Shut up
E
Best in the scene?
Tell my man shut up
[Verse 2]
Abm
Couple man called me a backup dancer
F#
Onstage at the BRITs, I'm a backup dancer
E
If that makes me a backup dancer
The man in your vids, backup dancer
Abm
The man in your pics, backup dancer
F#
Man wanna chat about backup dancer
E
Big man like me with a beard
I'm a big man, how the fuck can I backup-?
[Verse 3]
Abm
Comes everywhere I go
F#
I can't run when my enemies show
E
Walk in the club with all of my tugs
Party's done, everybody go home
Abm
Apart from the gyaldem, you lot stay
F#
Walk in the club, all the girls say hey
E
Tell a man like I'm k to the a
There's no champagne, we don't rave
[Verse 4]
Abm
Yeah, I'm the best, I'm so cocky
F#
I've got a mob like A$AP Rocky
E
I set trends, dem man copy
They catch feelings, I catch bodies
Abm
They roll deep, I roll squaddy
F#
Got about 25 goons in my posse
E
They drink Bailey's, I drink Vossy
I get merky, they get worried
[Verse 5]
Abm
If you got a G-A-T, bring it out
F#
Most of the real badboys in the south
E
If you wanna do me something, I'm about
I'm not a gangster, I'm just about
Abm
But you see my man over there with the pouch
F#
Dare one of you man try get loud
E
All of my mandem move so foul
I might sing but I ain't sold out
[Verse 6]
Abm
Nowadays all of my shows sold out
F#
Headline tour, yeah blud, sold out
E
When we roll in, they roll out
I'm so London, I'm so south
Abm
Food in the ends like there ain't no drought
F#
Flipz don't talk like he's got no mouth
E
I wanna make my mum so proud
Like "yo Mum, book a flight, go now"
[Verse 7]
Abm
All of my ex girls talk to me hard
F#
Talk to my face, don't talk to my palm
E
Had four bills and I bought a new car
Little red whip that I bought for my marge
Abm
I straight murk, it's a walk in the park
F#
I take care when I water my plants
E
These MCs wanna talk about Lord of the Mics
You ain't even lord of your yard
[Verse 8]
Abm
Dead MCs, blud, leave me alone
F#
Me and your girl, we speak on the phone
E
Kill a whole crew of MCs on my own
Kill a whole crew of MCs for the throne
Abm
Look, I was out hungry, so damn hungry
F#
Man tried eat then leave me the bones
E
Now these niggas, they need me to grow
Hot chocolate and a panini to go
[Verse 9]
Abm
I'm a big man, fuck a postcode war
F#
Man were upset about the MOBO Awards
E
Yeah, I was gassed at the MOBO Awards
Why? Cause I ain't won a MOBO before
Abm
All of you MCs sound so bitter
F#
Shut down Wireless, shut down Twitter
E
Shoutout Deepee, shoutout Flipper
Best my age, yeah blud, look
[Verse 10]
Abm
If you don't rate me, shame on you
F#
If you don't rate me, shame on you
E
Can I order a deathbed for an MC? Wait
He wants beef with me? Make that two
Abm
Anyone else wanna make that move?
F#
Anyone else wanna pay their dues?
E
Stiff Chocolate, yeah my face so smooth
Imposters wanna take my tunes, check it
[Verse 11]
Abm
Don't even talk too much, you're a talker
F#
Dem man still go halves on a quarter
E
See me turn from a prince to a pauper
Two cigarettes and a bottle of water
Abm
Told the bouncers get the bottle of water
F#
Man in the kitchen putting in orders
E
Stiff Chocolate, skin clear like water
Smooth on this ting, start locking up daughters
[Outro]
Yeah, so shut your fucking stupid mouths
Chatting bare fucking shit.
Shut the fuck up
Shut your fucking mouth
Oi rudeboy shut up one time yeh
chatting bare fucking shit, shut up man
Pussies, what.
Abm | F# | E | E
[Verse 1]
Abm
Man try say he's better than me
F#
Tell my man shut up
E
Mention my name in your tweets
Oi rudeboy, shut up
Abm
How can you be better than me?
F#
Shut up
E
Best in the scene?
Tell my man shut up
[Verse 2]
Abm
Couple man called me a backup dancer
F#
Onstage at the BRITs, I'm a backup dancer
E
If that makes me a backup dancer
The man in your vids, backup dancer
Abm
The man in your pics, backup dancer
F#
Man wanna chat about backup dancer
E
Big man like me with a beard
I'm a big man, how the fuck can I backup-?
[Verse 3]
Abm
Comes everywhere I go
F#
I can't run when my enemies show
E
Walk in the club with all of my tugs
Party's done, everybody go home
Abm
Apart from the gyaldem, you lot stay
F#
Walk in the club, all the girls say hey
E
Tell a man like I'm k to the a
There's no champagne, we don't rave
[Verse 4]
Abm
Yeah, I'm the best, I'm so cocky
F#
I've got a mob like A$AP Rocky
E
I set trends, dem man copy
They catch feelings, I catch bodies
Abm
They roll deep, I roll squaddy
F#
Got about 25 goons in my posse
E
They drink Bailey's, I drink Vossy
I get merky, they get worried
[Verse 5]
Abm
If you got a G-A-T, bring it out
F#
Most of the real badboys in the south
E
If you wanna do me something, I'm about
I'm not a gangster, I'm just about
Abm
But you see my man over there with the pouch
F#
Dare one of you man try get loud
E
All of my mandem move so foul
I might sing but I ain't sold out
[Verse 6]
Abm
Nowadays all of my shows sold out
F#
Headline tour, yeah blud, sold out
E
When we roll in, they roll out
I'm so London, I'm so south
Abm
Food in the ends like there ain't no drought
F#
Flipz don't talk like he's got no mouth
E
I wanna make my mum so proud
Like "yo Mum, book a flight, go now"
[Verse 7]
Abm
All of my ex girls talk to me hard
F#
Talk to my face, don't talk to my palm
E
Had four bills and I bought a new car
Little red whip that I bought for my marge
Abm
I straight murk, it's a walk in the park
F#
I take care when I water my plants
E
These MCs wanna talk about Lord of the Mics
You ain't even lord of your yard
[Verse 8]
Abm
Dead MCs, blud, leave me alone
F#
Me and your girl, we speak on the phone
E
Kill a whole crew of MCs on my own
Kill a whole crew of MCs for the throne
Abm
Look, I was out hungry, so damn hungry
F#
Man tried eat then leave me the bones
E
Now these niggas, they need me to grow
Hot chocolate and a panini to go
[Verse 9]
Abm
I'm a big man, fuck a postcode war
F#
Man were upset about the MOBO Awards
E
Yeah, I was gassed at the MOBO Awards
Why? Cause I ain't won a MOBO before
Abm
All of you MCs sound so bitter
F#
Shut down Wireless, shut down Twitter
E
Shoutout Deepee, shoutout Flipper
Best my age, yeah blud, look
[Verse 10]
Abm
If you don't rate me, shame on you
F#
If you don't rate me, shame on you
E
Can I order a deathbed for an MC? Wait
He wants beef with me? Make that two
Abm
Anyone else wanna make that move?
F#
Anyone else wanna pay their dues?
E
Stiff Chocolate, yeah my face so smooth
Imposters wanna take my tunes, check it
[Verse 11]
Abm
Don't even talk too much, you're a talker
F#
Dem man still go halves on a quarter
E
See me turn from a prince to a pauper
Two cigarettes and a bottle of water
Abm
Told the bouncers get the bottle of water
F#
Man in the kitchen putting in orders
E
Stiff Chocolate, skin clear like water
Smooth on this ting, start locking up daughters
[Outro]
Yeah, so shut your fucking stupid mouths
Chatting bare fucking shit.
Shut the fuck up
Shut your fucking mouth
Oi rudeboy shut up one time yeh
chatting bare fucking shit, shut up man
Pussies, what.
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