Daily Duppy 2024

I miss Chris no carols

Man joke bout dat and get both barrels

He had a run so good I said “go channels”

Doing road no manners on a big man ting - no postcode passa

He said "cuz, I love when you chat to the roads

I love when you dip in that bag full of flows"

It’s Christopher Grant and Dagz to the roads

In memory of dem I got manamans toast

I ain’t tryna be no lyricist, the scene I ain’t inna diss

They told me I’m back, but believe me I didn’t miss

I look at these new MCs and see Little Mix

I been spittin' like me from a little kid

I never learnt it, I earned it

Dem man are nervous I’m working

You know it’s murder for certain

How’s my man chattin bout “man know” when manaman birthed him?

Flows in motion

Like hocus pocus, you better know I’m focused

I gotta watch what I say cah'

Last time I got bad feds called my socials

I was spitting like this up in Highpoint

Seen **** get sticked up at knife point

I said cut out that shit - I don’t like noise

Go n' do it in a cell - make the right choice

I don't care bout what's hot and what's latest

You hear from the drop that it’s greatness

I got fans scared, might stop, but have patience

I deliver for everybody that waited

I deliver for everybody a baby

Some likkle new yout rappin' like man

It’s a schoolbook ting how I back him out bag

And you can get some too if you’re backing my man

I don't do callouts, or online fallouts

I'm from the era man walk round

He ain’t got no criminal record

And you think that he’s bad cause he raps and he talks loud

Missed me with dat – ain't in the top 20 don't diss me with dat

I don't run down gyal I got frisbee around

Stop chattin’ bout gun I put a fist in ya mout

If I had it my way I’d push him in a cloud

Do us all a favour

Primary they said I had poor behaviour

Man are selling out and it’s all for paper

If you need a ghostwriter then call me later

Everyone's chattin’ bout views and numbers

Like I should even know you ta bumba

I should make suttin’ slide through your jumper

For fucking up grime for the youts dat’s under

Restoring the feeling, floor to the ceiling

No more demure – it's a grease ting

I see you act cool wid dem idyats

And then you wanna get Scorch on a remix

I think I’m him him him, and he’s shit

Acting like a bad b for a feature

For this likkle neek I’m Adidja

So when you see me, call me teacher

Cause any badness? I don’t know you for dat

Any big clash? I don’t know you for dat

Any big track? I don’t know you for dat

White label up to Sony n’ dat

How you gonna try diss your own goat for the clout?

I should dig a hole in the ground, I’m over n out

Nobody don’t wanna hear a nobody rap

And that right there’s got a nobody mad