Lyrics Shellington Crescent - Ghetts , Chip

Sounds of the (shelling)

Who the fuck wants corn?
Right now, inform (shelling)
Seashore when we war
Squeeze more, no rebores
(Shelling) Nee-nor, nee-nor
Police see me draw (shelling)
Detour, detour
Houdini, who see me? Me gone (shelling)
Nickname Sheldon
Skin shade Nelson
Mixtape salesman
Insane girlfriend
Links ain't welcome
Flyboy, wing game Feltham
Bikelife, switch lane twelving
Summer, Brick Lane gyal dem
Me, Aaron and mixed-race Kelvin (shelling)
Bloodclart barologist
Tell an MC come spar, our origins
Based on who comes hard, I'm cornering
My line of work (bodying)
Don't say a word (swallow it)
You follow me?
Six feet, I dig deep
It's me, the grime archaeologist
Fuck the politics (shelling)
Fuck radio settings
Long range infrared-ing (shelling)
Colt.45 when I step in
Man's forehead's sweating
(Shelling) You ain't gotta like me
Just respec' it (shelling)
I'll blow that dream out your brain
Then go and sell it

Yeah (shelling)
On formal Caesar
Don't give man a reason (shelling)
He was on lyrical beefing
Third course in, turned vegan (shelling)
Shelling, rebelling
Rather get you, then forget it
I don't play Watch The Throne
Even kings get beheaded
Still young, got no will
Nickname got no chill
Man know I'm seasoned still
I fry, bake and grill
Like what, him? For real? (joke ting)
If you won't, I will (no long)
Grime kid for real
But man skidder and dip
When I drill, drill, drill, drill
I teach man 'bout shelling
At record speed, what a legend (shelling)
Stepped on me but I let him
PJ's on when I dead him (shelling)
Teenager would've murked you
Mutant Ninja Tekkers, I'm a turtle
Protected by my shell and I can shell too
I can show or tell you
You don't want (shelling)
Big, big MACs, I'm loving it
Shell man down for the fun of it (shelling)
Me vs The World, alright then
Man are from planet have-none-of-it
Spiderman when I web MCs
But I ain't no net MC
Ten years, still (shelling)
Dem man are smoking buj
Touch mic, just jar, no juj
Fuck around, get a (shelling)

S-H-E-Double L
Skeng rains wherever I dwell
M case whenever I shell
Set pace and get it myself
Press play and get in my realm (shelling)
Sun's coming up, still murking
Going blind, close the curtains
Man don't get bored of murking
Man, he's boring, I'll murk him
Man don't want none for certain
Floor him and earth him
I throw earth on an earthling
I do dirt, I'm determined
I do skrring and swerving
I do pull out, jump out in person, disperse him
Yeah, I let it go, no jamming (boom)
I do aim, do whamming (boom)
On sight, boom-bam him (boom)
Bun and I do damage (yeah)
I do plan, not panic
Shelly-Ann, big belly gang
When I was 18, I already killed 20 man (shelling)
Man a man's ambidextrous
And I buss my ting from any hand (shelling)
From the left to the right
Man press you, you'll be knocked left, you'll writhe (shelling)
Too late now, no breading
What you want? Diesel or unleaded?
Man get (shelling)