All now it's still the best instrumental to touch airwaves 🔥🔥🔥 For chopped blissful melodic vocals to sit on such ominously dark basslines and slap over a decade later is worthy of a prize; this is definitely a national treasure.
+cal93boi Bluetooth lol I remember sharing old school garage beats on infra-red, took fucking ages so you had to do it in Maths or something and cover the phones up with a textbook
@@pureaquafina4732 I don't even remember the cultural context of this comment anymore, I guess there was a period where grime was breaking into the mainstream and I decided to comment on that? xD
Yo, yo, started the rap game 5 mins ago sell me cocaine i need some blow Its pretty fuckin' cheap right now so Ill stab you up for some blow Come to your house knock knock bro your a little pig and im the wolf so Find a new gaff or ill blow Break your legs and spine then your toes stomp your ribs then give you a combo Got a hunting knife just like im rambo Oh shit, thanks for the cocaine bruv Truly the most dogshit bars to ever be written
In all probability the hardest and most iconic beat in the entire history of grime. Its also one of the only instrumentals I can really even think of where you don't actually need to be a great lyricist/MC to spray over it because it's THAT hard hitting and THAT well produced that the beat ends up doing half if not most of the work for you.
This has been a classic for days. Perfectly encapsulates the English vibe. Grimy yet hopeful. People outside of the uk don’t realise how heavy this beat is. This shuts down every rave. Like people said this is the real national anthem.
Classic! Literally shut down a rave over 15 years later! Takes me back to the back of a inner London bus, the streets and weather was hot. This is black british culture!
This is beat will never die, nor will spaceship riddim, and big up JME for remixing the beat on his song “P” that version is also legendary. Brings back serious college day memories boy🫣
RHYTHM & GASH FREESTYLE LYRICS [Verse 1: Skepta] I'm calm I've got the devil in my palm Know I said that I wear sunglasses at night But tonight I need to see wagwan Wanna see somebody drop to the ground No civilians, no doctors around Who said life is priceless? So far your life cost me a pound One phone call and a 10p text All of my mandem, link up quick We don't care what ends he reps When I said he shoulda known, it weren't any old rhyme Got a couple killers that are never online Might see the shadow in a video of mine Standing behind the camera with the director Ready to shoot an MC one time [Verse 2: Jme] Where has everybody gone? I'm not on that vibe that everybody's on Some old lame old plain old blatant shame Till you find out it ain't working (Nah) One for the Basebox Crew Krispy…Mc…drive…aye This ain't a private shubs Man can wear hats or hoods No Uggs It's not a lean up ting (It's not lean up ting) I don't have a boss Nobody can tell me there's a clean-up in aisle 5 'Cause I'll drive straight to your door Then I'll spin and piledrive your face to the floor [Verse 3: Skepta] Yeah Somebody's gotta get murked Spoke to my mum but that didn't work Counted to 10 but that didn't work Blud, man ah putting in work Switch them plates, man ah going on a ride Black bally on and I look like a fly Give mumsie a kiss, tell her you'll home soon Come to the gate when I pull up on the drive I don't care if it's raining or not If we get chased by feds, everybody in the car better know that I'm failing to stop 'Cause like Luis Suárez, these police love taking a shot But I never violated the squad Forget the albums, forget the mixtapes in the shop Real G's don't procrastinate on the job Yeah! [Verse 4: Jme] I got a black ski mask, but I don’t ski But I snowboard, dash an MC off piste If one of you try and violate me Get a box in the face with a front door key Box in the mouth with a back door key Box in the face with a X6 key Box in the eye with the fob I use to log into my HSBC Talk about banks, kill 'em with Ps Run up in your girl's house, two of my G’s Get the money out, put the money in his mouth Suffocate man with about two G’s Suffocate man with about four G’s Suffocate man then I might just breeze I’ll bury man two foot shallow Ain’t got time to dig six feet deep
Random old song sprees are mad I swear. I remember the day my bro sent me Spaceship when it started going around, and I must have played it 7 times on the walk to school alone 😭
coming to this track and finding the 90% of the 18 year old population that are unemployed walking around with their 13 year old friends wearing such wonderful clothes (don't forget those ridiculous hats) and walking into maccies saying 'what you saying g' to one of the workers to get a laugh out of it... please leave this planet
