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p money - karate kid lyrics

[intro: jammer]
kung fu kick like karate kid
yes iyah

[verse 1: p money & jammer]
they were like “fam
grime is dead”, i said “blud, are you mad?”
(shut up) i just came back from j-pan
i was headlining, the stage was wham
you’ve seen my pictures, the rave was rammed
they were going sushi, i was going ham
blud, i was going ham
that’s why every time i hear ’em diss grime
i’m like are you f-cking dumb?
fam
don’t believe me? check my instagram
now i’ve got these haters jealous like “d-mn
p money’s gone international, d-mn
did i mention we stopped off in ‘dam?
who said i ain’t big? you’ve got scammed
come out of here with all that talk, scram
anybody talking sh-t
i’ll kung fu kick like karate kid
yes iyah

[chorus: p money & jammer]
fam, the media can’t disregard what we did
who said we ain’t mainstream business?
we’ve had a few top twenties in the charts
so no one can’t tell me that grime ain’t big
24/7 round the clock, that’s us
when i look at the crowd, i think “we did this”
so anybody talking sh-t
i’ll kung fu kick like karate kid
(kick) kick like karate kid
(kick) kick like karate kid
(kick) kick like karate kid
(kick) kick like karate kid
(mad) 24/7 round the clock, that’s us
when i look at the crowd, i think “we did this”
don’t make me kung fu kick like
karate kid
yes iyah

[verse 2: p money]
“how did it go, bro?” the show was big
racing round the track, return of the stig
they knew all the tunes, oh my god, it was sick
even “eskimo” got a reload quick
man wouldn’t believe, so i posted a vid
whatsapped a hater “fam, look at this”
had grown-ups spazzing with all the kids
he messaged back like “nah, that’s sick”
the food was crazy, the vibe was nuts
never did i think they would ever buy us
walking down streets what you see on tv
seeing posters like “oi, james, that’s us”
they wear snapbacks and do it like us
they even reload the big tunes like us
anybody talking sh-t
they’ll kung fu kick like karate kid
yes iyah

[break: jammer]
kung, kung, kung, kung, kung, kung, kung, kung
karate kid
yes iyah

[verse 3: p money & jammer]
i told jj “there’s no more break time
give me them kicks, them snares, and a b-ssline
give me the headline slot, my rider, hotel
and then a midnight stage time
give me them fifteen minutes of cl-ssics (pow)
and then i’ll walk out when it’s spraying time
they want me to turn up to award shows
where there’s no grime, i was like
are you f-cking dumb? violation
i went abroad and made serious connections
london to j-pan with one connection
i came back with a brand new mindset
now i’ve got different languages in my mentions
i dreamed about these days in detention
drumming on tables, spitting with bredrins
had the vibe from young, i was a next ting
(yes iyah) that’s why i’m like

[outro: jammer]
kung fu kick like karate kid
kung, kung, kung, kung, kung, kung, kung, kung
karate kid
yes iyah

- p money lyrics

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