This came up on shuffle as I was walking to work this morning and, as always, I embarrassed myself: it is impossible to listen this without putting on a screwface and nodding along, and I'm a little white girl in office clothes. It looks like I have silent Tourette's.
Still, it was worth it. This is classic Ghetts, a showcase of the kind of lyrics that got people excited about grime. The internal rhymes alone are incredible.
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