Now, this song is as old as the hills. Actually it probably is as old as The Hills, since it was out in 2007 at the latest.
But it's good. This is grime on the cusp of crossing over to the mainstream: it's got a big crashing chorus, but you might still need a translator for bits of it: a skeng is a knife, apparently. Guess Skepta would be no good at a game of knifey-spoony.
Anyway, this is Skepta doing what he does best: tongue-in-cheek fury, and a big instrumental. I'm all over this instrumental, it sounds like half-tempo squelchy dancehall. I also love Logan Sama's little apology at the end.
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