fresh on the grime scene

listen, my names kenyon i came out of nowhere

smashed in through the exit now am going somewhere

like chris brown how'd you expect me to breathe with no air,

its 2015 am marching through your area,

devilman said shits scary, now am here shits bout to get

scarier, them man look contained i guarentee its malaria,

you look like simone and pumba now shut up the pair a ya,

who said dobbie got hairier, little greased up chip am airin ya, i like how ya start your beef, but ya cant finish it off,

its like bugz smashed your teeth an am here to finish you off ya think skeptas the chief? stop! i'll rinse him like a cloth,

you offer lines of charlie but i aint no sloth,

man thinks hes some sort of grime scene master,

salute, my flows faster, your bars are used pasta,

i blown down the doors to the grime scene, it was not what

i thought that i might see, i felt like a pirate an id set sail for the high seas, still i shine like the sun with a slight breeze,

now am gonna leave chip where you might see, up in the

stars, the constelation of picies, so fish and chip can stay

together in the night sky, it took time to get here but time

just seemed to fly by, my daydreams took me to cloud 9, an still i dont wanna move from this highlife.