Meridian Dan Dedication

[Verse 1 – Bossman Birdie:]

Do it for the man dem stuck in the trap

Do it for the man dem studying hard

For the man dem that wanna go church

For the man dem buying out bars

For the man dem still in dispersal

For the man that just caught a charge

For the man who just buss case

All of the man dem behind the bars

Do it for the man dem hugging the block

For the man on Meridian Estate

Doing it for man like [?]

For the man on the paperchase

For the man that go OT

For the man that’s far from waste

For the man that ride for the team

For the man that don’t watch face

Do it for my ladies with ambition

For the ladies who wanna freak

For the ladies who have vision

And for the ladies who wanna be

Do it for the ladies, that’s prestige

For the ladies who wanna mingle

Do it for the gyal that are wifeys

But more for the gyal that are single

Do it for the feds that watch me on [?]

For the man that want me dead

For the man that know about Bossman

For the man that follow the set

Do it for the man that stay on the grind

For the man that throw up the sign

For the man that know about Bloodline

The royal family of grime

[Verse 2 – Meridian Dan:]

I do it for the royal family of grime

Repeat that one more time

I’m in the royal family of grime

You see all the fans that throw up the signs?

All these fans that throw up their Bs

Wearing Bloodline hats and tees

I do it for them man there

I do it for them man there

I do it for the man that mention me

The man that listen on MP3

The man that listened on radio

Way back on 92.3

I do it for man like Dlow

Man that live in the hood

[?] man called Theo

A man that did so good

I do it for men that fight

For men with holes in socks

I do it for men that are working hard

Work with a mouthful of shots

I do it for men with spoken dreams

Men with drive and hope

Men that are waiting on my mixtape

And waiting on fire and smoke

I do it for kids that live it in flats

Where the lift stinks like shit

I do it for men that make grime music

Working to make that hit

I do it for the man in Manny

For the goons that live in Brum

For the lads that live in Leicester

London’s where I’m from

[Verse 3 – President T:]

London’s where I’m from

Do it for the man with the chaps and the tom

Do it for the man that reside

Do it for the goons that are gone

Do it for the man that dream

Do it for the man that can’t see 25 pound

And turned into a fiend

Do it for the man that [?]

Do it for the man that license breach

Do it for the man that roam

Do it for the man that won’t have none at all

Come back out the chrome

I was like “feds, leave me alone”

I was like “feds, leave me alone”

They were like “Prez, you’re in the zone”

Do it for the man that seek

Do it for the man that know it’s peak

See you on the wing

Spray bars any day of the week

Do it for the kids that keep

Do it for the kids that can’t really get any sleep

Do it for the man in the cage

Do it for the man that are brave

Why not me? You could get to my stage

How much P will you have when you get to my age?

Do it for the man that are real

Do it for the man that’ll chase

Do it for the man that’ll steal

[?] explain it

You’ve got a picture of my flow

Do it for the man that’ll frame it

I said T on the way

Do it for the man that’ll zoom

Do it for the man that’ll say

“London’s where I’m from”

President T on the way

Meridian Dan Still Sittin’ Here

[Hook – Fekky:]

I’m just sitting here

Doing what I do (shut up)

Smoking on a big fat zoot

I heard they wanna make a move (come on den)

You must be blood

I’ve got that ting and it goes bang

Bu bu bang bang bang

Bu bu bang bang bang

[Verse 1 – Meridian Dan:]

Cause I’m sitting here, fam, where you sitting?

There’s no way that I can stop spitting

On my downfall man keep wishing

And I don’t wanna make any man go missing

I’m still sitting here

Doing what I do

Can’t catch me on the high roads tripping

Rudeboy ting, I’m German Whipping

[Verse 2 – Tempa T:]

Provoking the war, provoking the war

But when it gets peak, they don’t really want beef

Man wanna set up on street with his nine

When he gets slapped, he’s calling police

They ain’t making no noise

I’ll gas it in here, not gonna take that

They ain’t making no noise

When I boy off the ting, boy boy boy boy boy boy

They ain’t making no noise (BOY!)

They ain’t making no noise (BOY!)

They ain’t making no noise

[Verse 3 – Skepta:]

I’ve been sitting here before my name was Skepta

Before I got signed to the label

Man said they’re still sitting here

Them man must be sitting on a different table

Any song that I’m on, that bangs

And my bars kick just like Liu Kang

Anytime you see the king’s crown on my head

Look with your eyes and not with your hands

[Verse 4 – Jammer:]

Tell a pussyhole I’m on a million

Been doing this since palace pavilion

Sets with Eskiboy and Dizzee on

D Double E, Kano on the sticky joint

There’ll be no dem da da diddy ba

Because the mandem are murking

Me and my Gs and we’re out here doing this ting

Still sitting here, everything’s live O

[Verse 5 – D Double E:]

Oh my

Bluku bluku

Ain’t got time for law and order

This all clear, follow my order

Lick a man down and then cross the border

All my man dem are well out of order

All my man dem are ill and gully

Body get left in the bottom of the gully

Man’ll get wrapped up like mummy

Even mami

[Hook – Fekky]

[Verse 6 – Jme:]

Man’s sitting in the exact

Same seat that I sat in when I said “shut ya mout”

In ’06, when I touch mic

They’re like “oh shit”, raw

You can’t make Ps if you spit so poor

Like bare dead MCs back in ’04

Where are they now? Ask Terminator

“They’re not around no more”

[Verse 7 – Chip:]

Yeah, they’re not around no more

They’re clapped off, no round of applause

Everybody gets runs in the game

I don’t know how to hate, let a nigga have yours

It’s a new day, I’m in a new place

Can’t win today’s race with yesterday’s awards

You don’t really want Chipmunk back on this ting

I’ll smash my plaques on the floor

Like ‘fuck the fame’

Take note, you can’t keep the change

Kill man off in like 16

Fool like that for your numbers game, oi, what you saying?

You ain’t been the grime scene saviour or the Boy In Da Corner

So what do you call it, what do we call ya?

Sittin’ here on the “Sittin’ Here” remix though

I’m getting back to the lab, Frisco

[Verse 8 – Frisco:]

I’m untrue like ya dun know

Man have upped the ting dem by the tonne-load

No roadrunner but I run road, I’m just sittin’ here

Niggas don’t wanna get silly here

Me, I’m out here like a traffic warden

Moncler top with the matching Jordans

For boredom I kill MCs for media

You man give me joke like an Inbetweener

[Verse 9 – Tinchy Stryder:]

Yo Fekky, I need more

I need more than an eight, give me eight more

I’m like an automatic to gun with

Round cuh dem man are jamming like a rebore

In fact, I’m a liar, [?] eight-liner

From tings in boots to the gun fingers

To the Stryder, Stryder, who’s that Stryder?

Spray ill, sick as saliva

[Verse 10 – Kano:]

Fuck your Prada and Margiela

I’m old school like sarsaparilla

Gucci loafers with no socks

No typo but that’s mark error

I break down features, a bar legend

Pissing on beats, I’ll R Kell-em

In MC terms, I’m R9

But hold tight to all of them R7s

[Hook 2 – Fekky & Kano:]

I’m just sitting here

In your bitch’s Mini Coop’

She’s sitting on this big bamboo

Rolled up on a bigger flight [?]

You must be blood

I’ve got that ting and it goes bang

Bu bu bang bang bang

Bu bu bang bang bang

[Verse 11 – Kano:]

My new flow

You might see my face on the television

Or in a bait rave with Ace bottles spinning

And I came with my A game, no date but it’s dinner

Fekky gave me an eight and I ate up the riddim

Meridian Dan Blinded By The Lights

[Verse 1 – Meridian Dan:]

When I woke up this morning, I looked out the window, the sky was bright

Shall I go for a drive in the German whip? You might see man riding a Japanese bike

I woke up this morning, [?] told me I had to leave out early for Trevor Nelson’s 1Xtra Live Lounge, Jme, Bossman Birdie

Throw it up in the Live Lounge, I’m a full-time MC, part-time singer

I am alive and strong, I’m a winner, part of The Streets, but I’m not Mike Skinner

I come from a genre we call grime, some on radio, more online

Meridian Dan is a MC and this is MC Week so we MC

[Hook – Meridian Dan and (Natalie Palmer):]

And I keep thinking

(The lights are blinding my eyes)

Yo Jamie, I don’t know why someone turned all the lights on

And I keep thinking

(People pushing by, and walking off into the night)

[Verse 2 – Meridian Dan:]

And they better carry on walking, I told them, I’ve been a G from morning

Anything I’m in, I’m all in, I don’t kick ball, does it look like I’m balling?

The spotlight’s on man, see man shining

This is so exciting, any way you wanna get cuz, keep grinding

It’ll all happen in time, it’s timing

[Verse 3 – Jme:]

And this time ’round, with my old school brothers, rhyming

And everyone’s paying attention, cause of the Deutschland vehicle driving

LUX V4 LED lighting, see me at night then it’s a hype ting

Turn on the Retrofit HIDs, and they’re blinding

[Hook – Meridian Dan and Natalie Palmer]

[Verse 4 – Jme:]

Yeah, yeah, they cheer

Meridian Crew of the year

We’ve waited so long for this, where’s President T?

Look, please understand, that I take my hat off to Dan

He’s achieved so much, in such a tall timespan

[Verse 5 – Bossman Birdie:]

It’s so peak

Don’t do grime, do not preach, stop me, ask for my deets

Don’t do fraud so I did not speak

I make music, I make beats

Said they see my face on the roads

Said you must be pranging out with Mike Skinner from The Streets

Bossman’s deep

Then he looked like he’d seen a ghost, said you must remember me from “Duppy”

I am the reason them man are ghosts

My flow been the wickedest since “Duppy”

My flow been the wickedest since Genesis

That’s Bible or Sega

This grime thing is our premises

Make MCs call their saviour

[Hook – Meridian Dan and Natalie Palmer (x2)]

[Verse 6 – Meridian Dan:]

And I write poetry, but I never knew it and I had a hard time, I came through it

Don’t eat anything if you can’t chew it; don’t run away from work, just do it

Anything fam if you want it, you’ve gotta work hard cuzzy, you’re on it

You wanna get a little more Ps in your wallet

Take chances, move quick, fast like Sonic

Meridian Dan Couple Killers

[Intro:]

Dan?

Hello?

Yes, Dan?

What’s happening?

What are you doing?

Oh, nothing I’m in the booth, I’m in the booth

What?

I’m in the booth, I’m in the booth

Cool, oh ok, call me back later then

[Verse 1:]

I know a lot of shottas that have been shooting

I don’t wanna sing my song you sing

I boxed one guy from Tooting

Some gym guy that had been juicing

Drinking juice that’s called ginseng

You don’t know about that like many men

I’m a smart kid, do I look like a speng?

I roll with sick natural henny-men

Some natural guys that do bar-ups

Circuits, burpees and star-jumps

Old school gangster, real hard-nuts

You’ll never catch these men in Starbucks

My dons don’t know about decaf

These man just take off kneecaps

Rehabilitated psycho-dons

I don’t want to see none of them man relapse

Trust me, mandem are doing so well

Proud of how man are doing right now

Dem man are proud of me as well

They tell me that when they give me a bell

It’s all positive when they call my phone

I live my life in a positive zone

Who told you I served man a bone?

Seems these streets won’t leave me alone

Streets won’t leave me alone, my fam

Roll with a family, not with a gang

Just cool rudeboy, seckle and jam

Ten man roll in a Transit van

Ten man rolling around your bits

You don’t want to live your life like that

The way you talk, you sound like a rat

Listen up rudeboy, allow that chat

[Hook x2 – Mytus:]

No, I don’t know no doctors

No, I don’t know no coppers

But I know a couple killers

And I know a lot of shottas

No, I don’t know no doctors

No, I don’t know no coppers

But I know a couple farrdas

So I know a lot of shottas

[Verse 2:]

From day dot, I’ve been killing it dead

Who told you that I spoke to the fed?

When I wake up, I’ve got Ps on my mind

I don’t really talk if it’s not ’bout bread

Ask anyone about me, I’m a ledge

Mandem know about me in Sedge

I can tell when a guy’s on steds

If I go gym for a month, I’m wedge

Just wait til my album drops

Run, quick, go grab back from the shops

When I wake up, I’ve got Ps on my mind

Ain’t got time to be matching socks

I don’t have to time to be doing all that

Can I really make this P and cotch?

When I wake up I’ve got Ps on my mind

36 big Zs in a box

36 big Zs in a box

If you want to learn this ting, then watch

You think my life’s Top of the Pops?

Never let a man try steal my shots

Can’t let a man try steal my ting

She’s sober, but she ain’t got a ring

But she knows that I do this ting

That’s why she treats me like a king

At night-time she calls me a champ

Them times, man just turn off the lamp

Now my girl can’t call me a tramp

She knows I’ve got Ps in the bank

Ps in the bank, there’s Ps in the bank

How did I get Ps in the bank?

I don’t wanna chase no-one with a shank

Don’t ask me about Ps in the bank

[Hook x2 – Mytus:]

No, I don’t know no doctors

No, I don’t know no coppers

But I know a couple killers

And I know a lot of shottas

No, I don’t know no doctors

No, I don’t know no coppers

But I know a couple farrdas

So I know a lot of shottas

Meridian Dan One Two Drinks

[Verse 1:]

I come through on a sick hype

Come through, black Yamaha R6 bike

Can’t come around and take this mic

I’ve got a sick vibe

When I come through dripping in swag, all rich like

Black on black on black like midnight

I did wrong but less than I did right

R6 man, big man ride big bike

I don’t wanna see man acting fly

I see through all that stuff with my eye

Man act fly but I don’t know why

Not me, I am the actual guy

I’m fly but keep my feet on the ground

I know how much pence in a pound

I just wanna mash up the game and bounce

So I’ve gotta make sure these hours count

[Hook:]

Man had one, two drinks, wanna scuff

One or two drinks makes anyone rough

Why can’t you drink one or two drinks

And then say to me “yo fam, bare love”?

Man had one, two drinks, wanna scuff

One or two drinks makes anyone rough

Just drink your one or two drinks

And then say to me “yo Dan, bare love”

[Verse 2:]

I came in the game, no 1, 2, step

I’m a big man in the team that I rep

See a few man wanna do my job

But ain’t done no research or prep

I spray grime, don’t think that I rap

Out on road, bare tunes on the Mac

All of my songs make people clap

I don’t wanna see no goons with a MAC

All of the hype talk’s wack

Why would you talk bare smack?

I came out to a party

If you’re a soldier, go to Iraq

Man had one, two drinks, wanna fight

Why would a man wanna mess up my night?

If it’s not me, it’s the man that I came with

You can’t fight him cause me and him’s tight

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

Listen to this, get onto your bike

I wanna dance to a tune that I like

Don’t wanna be dark, fam that’s dead

I’m a man of God, I walk in the light

I wanna drink brandy and Sprite

That MC was tearing mic

This is what my life was made for

Mind my drink, I’m wearing white

I was never gone but I’m back with a bang

I’m out here and I’ve gotta go H•A•M

This is the life I was made for

Don dadda adi it’s Dan, boom bam

I wanna make music, I’ve gotta make dough

All of the Roll Deep dons I know

Can’t tell me anything about Bloodline

Everyone’s family, Boy Better Know

[Hook x2]

Meridian Dan ESG

[Hook x2 – Tinchy Stryder:]

I’m a, I’m-I’m a, I’m an east side geezer

I’m a, I’m a, I’m a, I’m an east side geezer

I’m a, I’m-I’m a, I’m an east side geezer

Cash from the till, no debit card Visa

[Link – Takura:]

Said me wanna take it all, said me belly fi hungry

The only ting I grind is to hustle me a duppy

And that’s the principal, me a never deal with fuckery

The only thing me want is me bloodclart money

[Verse 1 – Meridian Dan:]

Uh, I’m a, I’m a, I’m a north side geezer

I don’t smoke the reefer, went Ibiza, got no cash, just splash with the Visa

See man driving a German whip, see man driving a new shape Beamer

I don’t wanna buy no food in the sealer, who told you that I am a dealer?

Cause I ain’t slept in days, I work all week for a wage

I went from street to the stage, North London is streets of rage

Grew in T with man like Wretch, man like President T and Skeps

I know all of the London sets, man know I’m a North London rep

[Verse 2 – Big Narstie:]

Andale andale! Arriba! Not chatting but you wanna follow leader

Nine milli gully creeper, I’mma squeeze her

Man ain’t gonna get no breather

My gas pipe’s off the meter

(GASSED!) BASE PEN (JESUS!)

Trust me, nothing like shisha

Kick man’s face like FIFA

I am my brother’s keeper

BANG MAN IN DA FACE! South London geezer

KICK MAN IN DA FACE! Baterscooter

KICK MAN IN DA FACE! I SAID BATERSCOOTER!

[Link – Takura]

[Hook – Tinchy Stryder:]

[Break – Tinchy Stryder:]

I’m on my grind, cash from the till, cash, cash from the till

Cash from the till, cash, cash from the till

Cash from the till, cash, cash from the till

Cash from the till, no debit card Visa

[Verse 3 – Scrufizzer:]

I’m a west side geezer, grew up in the Gaza

As a ghetto yout, them teach me alpha on my corner

West 13, them can’t disrespect the yarder

You don’t need that trouble or that drama

So don’t miss the programme, if man stand up in a war I will ghost em

Chatting like they’re ready for the Fizzer, I’mma Flowdan

When I’m on the riddim I kill it cause I’mma Flowdan

Coming with the bars that I’m giving, better know that

It’s Fizzy G, keeping that consistency

I really wanna holla Tiffany but it looks like she ain’t feeling me

[Link – Takura]

[Verse 4 – Tinchy Stryder:]

And just in case you didn’t know

Oh yeah, it’s T Strydes

ESG, that’s me, right

Yeah, we’re known for the pie and mash

I prefer my chicken deep fried

Some fail to try, some are getting by

Some are living life, some are doing time

Some ladies respect themself

Some of them are craving the D inside

Welcome to the London life

Where some of them are living that lavish life

Work more than 9 to 5

So I’m cycling round on a Boris bike

Oh no no, that’s not me

Fast cars, lightspeed

On my Jack Jones, Cockney rhyming slang geez

I’m so Bow

[Hook x2 – Meridian Dan, Scrufizzer & Big Narstie:]

I’m a, I’m-I’m a, I’m a north side geezer

I’m a, I’m a, I’ma, I’m a west side geezer

I’m a, I’m-I’m a, I’m a south side geezer

BDL geezer, Base Defence leader

[Outro – Big Narstie & Tinchy Stryder:]

Base Defence League, Base De-Bass Defence League

Base Defence League, Base De-Bass Defence League

I’m a, I’m-I’m a, I’m an east side geezer

Cash from the till, no debit card Visa

Meridian Dan So Much Cash

[Hook x2 – Meridian Dan:]

I wanna get cash, so much cash

How much cash can I fit in a briefcase?

Working my socks off these days

Do I look like a star in deep space?

How can you tell who’s shining?

There’s so many stars round these ways

I’m out here, ain’t slept in three days

Out here making tunes for the DJs

[Verse 1 – President T:]

Hold it down, I don’t wanna see these man get out of the pram

To make a point, you has to point out of the ground

So much cash, can’t put me in the slam

I was in Manny, but I weren’t taking the tram

“Pres, heard you’re moving boxes”

They better know that I am

Know no will, know that I can

I bring the fire, and I ain’t talking Sam

Never had a klu, but it don’t mean I was part of a klan

Said I was smoking behind the wheel

We’re only part of my ban

To all my fans, please don’t think

Back in My Face is when I began

[Hook x2 – Meridian Dan]

[Verse 2 – Meridian Dan:]

I’ve had so much cash, when I think what I spent

All that I borrowed and all that I lent

I think ’bout that and get upset

I ring my dad cause a man’s gotta vent

I spent so much Ps on rent

I don’t know where my Ps went

How much cash can a man dispense?

Should’ve bought a little three-bed in Kent

Don’t watch that, it’s all timing

Air in my lungs, I’m smiling

Could’ve been on the rooftop, tiling

Call me the ladder boy, see man climbing

Bare wisdom but took out the tooth

Gonna make cash from drops in the booth

Didn’t think this could pop as a youth

So much cash to be had, that’s truth

[Hook x2 – Meridian Dan]

[Verse 3 – Wiley:]

So much cash, so much loot

Might start wearing a whistle and flute

Even though I’m a road yute

Put shoes on, take off the Jordan boot

Have you noticed when you’re the in ting

Then you get everybody calling you?

But you didn’t care when man weren’t here

So I ain’t calling you

Cash, money, money, cash

Had it since jungle champagne splash

Had it since [?]

It was DJ Brockie and Det was the host

I ain’t gotta boast

But I got a couple yards in the sun by the coast

And I won’t stop buying em

Call my family up and start flying em

[Hook x2 – Meridian Dan]

Meridian Dan Down On My Luck

[Link – Vic Mensa:]

When I get down on my, down on my-on my luck

When I get down on my, down on my-on my luck

When I get down on my, down on my-on my luck

When I get down on my, down on my-on my luck

When I get down on my, down on my-on my luck

When I get down on my, down on my-on my luck

When I get down on my, down on my-on my luck

When I get down on my, down on my-on my luck

[Hook – Vic Mensa:]

When I get down on my luck I hide behind my eyes in Hollywood

They say ain’t what you know but who you know

You need to know someone to know no one

When I get down on my luck

I roll one up and roll around all by my lonesome

Lost some years, I used to know

I know my fate like bullets in a shotgun

[Verse 1 – Vic Mensa:]

She loves to dream, living in and off and out her mind

In space and time, she takes a line & lies her life

Away you might just say she stays to go nowhere

Midnight scenes from an old romantic movie

Usually you’d be there today I say was different

I can take you with me wandering, if you wanna go there

[Link]

[Hook]

[Link]

[Verse 2 – Meridian Dan:]

When I get down on my luck

I’ve got man around me holding me up

Life might throw a quick jab to my gut

Mean time, I’m controlling the rut

A lot of this life is luck

You’ve gotta move quick, don’t get stuck

It’s mad what man will do for a buck

But I’m from London, I don’t give a fuck

Got a few family with the stars and stripes

And I got big boy cars and bikes

Do mad stuff for a hundred likes

I love mashing up studio mics

I could’ve been in jail or dead

But I make music now instead

Sometimes I get down and see red

But I shut that off cause it’s all in my head

[Bridge – Vic Mensa:]

When I get down on my luck

When I get down on my luck

When I get down on my luck

When I get down on my luck

[Link]

Meridian Dan The Bad Guy

[Verse 1:]

I roll with serious goons

Not with the Chinese guy from Banzai

I don’t know about you

Many man know about me, that Dan guy

Since two-double-O-two

You were singing songs by the guy with the plaster

I was on road making man run faster

Straight into school, straight to the headmaster

They call me the bad guy

But really, am I?

I stand up for my rights, fight in my heart

You come out with a black eye

They say I’m a bad guy

I don’t have one bad bone

I protect my own by giving out beats

More beats than a rolling stone

[Hook x2:]

Good afternoon rudeboy, I don’t wanna say goodnight

You know what I’m like, I don’t wanna fight, man will lock off your light

I know your type, stop with the hype, rudeboy, get on your bike

They call me the bad guy, so say goodnight to the bad guy

[Verse 2:]

You’re just mad cause you don’t have guts

You left when shit went down

I was right here, now I’m down for the ups

Brandy bottle, chaser, cups

I cleaned up shit from my dogs

From way back when they had pups

I’m not talking the chocolate bar

I swear down, you should’ve got some nuts

And still I’m the bad guy

None of my friends you can touch

You’ll get a cap in your head

From way back when they used to wear Von Dutch

They call me the bad guy

So take that as a warning

Don’t call my bluff cause I’m all in

I’ve been a G from morning

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3:]

You’re not good, you know how to hide

How does that feel inside?

I tell the truth with lies

What do you know about London pride?

All I have is my balls and my word

Everything else is stuff

I show you love, I call you my bruv

It seems like you lot wanna play rough

Now I sound like the bad guy

I’ve got heart, you call me a fighter

I’m in defence, not a striker

I don’t kick ball, I roll with a miter

Make way for the bad guy

You’re just mad, I know you don’t mean it

You say it so much, I start to believe it

Denial is a river in Egypt

[Hook x2]