Biography:
Michael Omari, better known by his stage name Stormzy, is an English grime and hip hop artist. He won Best Grime Act at the 2014 and 2015 MOBO Awards and was named as an artist to look out for in the BBC's influential Sound of 2015 list. His most successful song to date is the BPI gold-selling "Shut Up", which was initially released as a freestyle on YouTube. The track was then officially released and got to number eight on the UK Singles Chart after Stormzy launched a campaign[6] to reach Christmas number one.
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[Chorus]
Am
You're getting way too big for your boots
Bm
You're never too big for the boot
Am
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Bm
Your face ain't big for my boot
Am
Kick up the yout
Bm
Man know that I kick up the yout
Am
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
Bm
How dare you twist up the truth, look
Am
You're getting way too big for your boots
Am
You're never too big for the boot
Am
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Bm
Your face ain't big for my boot
Am
Kick up the yout
Am
Man know that I kick up the yout
Am
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
Bm
How dare you twist up the truth
[Verse 1]
Am
Wanna come round here like a badboy? Do it
Am
Bun all the talking, go on then, do it
Am
Running through the party, bottle of BACARDÍ
Bm
Bro's in my ear saying "Stormz, don't do it"
Am
Devil on my shoulder, I don't lack
Am
Hit 'em with a crowbar, I don't scrap
Am
Even when I'm sober, I'm so gassed
Bm
Say you ride but there's no car and no mash (what you talking 'bout?)
Am
Clown, stand down
Bm
Never had a MAC-10 or a trey pound
Am
You were never bad then, you ain't bad now
Bm
Never had the MAC then, little nigga, back down
Am
Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothes
Bm
Said fuck that, I can't wear those
Am
I don't like them, they're not my ting
Bm
They went silent, they're all weirdos
Am
Like yeah, Stormz gone clear
Am
Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler
Am
Mandem are calm, but you see my don there?
Bm
Fuckeries, tell 'em don't do it, don't dare
Am
Don't care who you know from my block
Am
You're not Al Capone, you'll get boxed
Am
They can take my car and my creps
Bm
I'll still do the road in my socks
Am
Like who's gonna stop me? You? Him?
Am
Weed in a cigarette, blue slims
Am
Don't be an idiot, move smart
Bm
I've been killing it, new king
Am
Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
Am
You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
Am
And when Krept went States for the BETs
Bm
I was covering Krept like a bootcut
Am
Ith mad, that's a family ting, straight family ting
Am
Dem man are broke, no salary ting
Am
Had a peng ting called Amy
Bm
Telling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting
Am
Merky Academy ting
Am
Coming like art in a gallery ting
Am
Dem boy dere wanna chat about bars
Bm
Wanna chat about crud but, but, but
[Chorus]
Am
You're getting way too big for your boots
Bm
You're never too big for the boot
Am
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Bm
Your face ain't big for my boot
Am
Kick up the yout
Bm
Man know that I kick up the yout
Am
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
Bm
How dare you twist up the truth, look
Am
You're getting way too big for your boots
Am
You're never too big for the boot
Am
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Bm
Your face ain't big for my boot
Am
Kick up the yout
Am
Man know that I kick up the yout
Am
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
Bm
How dare you twist up the truth
[Verse 2]
Am
I'm too hot
Bm
Drug money in my shoebox
Am
I'm the man of the house and my shows sold out
Bm
Like the brudda from the Boondocks
Am
Beats 1 in my boombox
Bm
Still steal meat from the stew pot
Am
Mandem go sick when my tune drops
Bm
Little man, that's a Hublot, not a Hublot
Am
What? Pronounce it right, you prick
Bm
I go mad, yeah, I'm down to die for this
Am
I don't care, bro, I'm down to pipe your chick
Bm
Mad stressed so I'm bound to light my spliffs
Am
Wait, I'm bound to ride for Flipz
Bm
Real Gs gonna ride around to this
Am
Man, I've got no time to write a diss
Bm
I never left my 9 to 5 for this Wasteman ting
Am
I don't care what rave man's in
Bm
I came here to relax but if it gets mad
Am
Mek a young boy take man's tings
Bm
Try tell me I'm way too big to rebel?
Am
Nah, man, you're never too big to rebel
Bm
I was in the O2 singing my lungs out
Am Bm
Rudeboy, you're never too big for Adele
Am
Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my girl
Bm
Salute to my sister as well
Am
Gotta keep trophies down at my mum's bit
Bm
Man, I'm getting way too big for my shelf
Am
Man, I see bare MCs wanna sideline
Bm
But I still got a couple bangers in the pipeline
Am
Man, I've got grown men @ing me bullshit
Bm
You're getting way too old for the timeline
Am
You're getting way too old for a diss
Bm
Should've looked after your kids
Am
Get out the booth, go home to your son
Bm
It's never too late to commit
Am
It's like man love put my name in a bar
Bm
Random flight, get a plane to Qatar
Am
This year, I learnt how to take care of business
Bm
Next year, I'll learn how to play the guitar
[Chorus]
Am
You're getting way too big for your boots
Bm
You're never too big for the boot
Am
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Bm
Your face ain't big for my boot
Am
Kick up the yout
Bm
Man know that I kick up the yout
Am
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
Bm
How dare you twist up the truth, look
Am
You're getting way too big for your boots
Am
You're never too big for the boot
Am
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Bm
Your face ain't big for my boot
Am
Kick up the yout
Am
Man know that I kick up the yout
Am
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
Bm
How dare you twist up the truth
Am
You're getting way too big for your boots
Bm
You're never too big for the boot
Am
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Bm
Your face ain't big for my boot
Am
Kick up the yout
Bm
Man know that I kick up the yout
Am
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
Bm
How dare you twist up the truth, look
Am
You're getting way too big for your boots
Am
You're never too big for the boot
Am
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Bm
Your face ain't big for my boot
Am
Kick up the yout
Am
Man know that I kick up the yout
Am
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
Bm
How dare you twist up the truth
[Verse 1]
Am
Wanna come round here like a badboy? Do it
Am
Bun all the talking, go on then, do it
Am
Running through the party, bottle of BACARDÍ
Bm
Bro's in my ear saying "Stormz, don't do it"
Am
Devil on my shoulder, I don't lack
Am
Hit 'em with a crowbar, I don't scrap
Am
Even when I'm sober, I'm so gassed
Bm
Say you ride but there's no car and no mash (what you talking 'bout?)
Am
Clown, stand down
Bm
Never had a MAC-10 or a trey pound
Am
You were never bad then, you ain't bad now
Bm
Never had the MAC then, little nigga, back down
Am
Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothes
Bm
Said fuck that, I can't wear those
Am
I don't like them, they're not my ting
Bm
They went silent, they're all weirdos
Am
Like yeah, Stormz gone clear
Am
Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler
Am
Mandem are calm, but you see my don there?
Bm
Fuckeries, tell 'em don't do it, don't dare
Am
Don't care who you know from my block
Am
You're not Al Capone, you'll get boxed
Am
They can take my car and my creps
Bm
I'll still do the road in my socks
Am
Like who's gonna stop me? You? Him?
Am
Weed in a cigarette, blue slims
Am
Don't be an idiot, move smart
Bm
I've been killing it, new king
Am
Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
Am
You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
Am
And when Krept went States for the BETs
Bm
I was covering Krept like a bootcut
Am
Ith mad, that's a family ting, straight family ting
Am
Dem man are broke, no salary ting
Am
Had a peng ting called Amy
Bm
Telling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting
Am
Merky Academy ting
Am
Coming like art in a gallery ting
Am
Dem boy dere wanna chat about bars
Bm
Wanna chat about crud but, but, but
[Chorus]
Am
You're getting way too big for your boots
Bm
You're never too big for the boot
Am
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Bm
Your face ain't big for my boot
Am
Kick up the yout
Bm
Man know that I kick up the yout
Am
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
Bm
How dare you twist up the truth, look
Am
You're getting way too big for your boots
Am
You're never too big for the boot
Am
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Bm
Your face ain't big for my boot
Am
Kick up the yout
Am
Man know that I kick up the yout
Am
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
Bm
How dare you twist up the truth
[Verse 2]
Am
I'm too hot
Bm
Drug money in my shoebox
Am
I'm the man of the house and my shows sold out
Bm
Like the brudda from the Boondocks
Am
Beats 1 in my boombox
Bm
Still steal meat from the stew pot
Am
Mandem go sick when my tune drops
Bm
Little man, that's a Hublot, not a Hublot
Am
What? Pronounce it right, you prick
Bm
I go mad, yeah, I'm down to die for this
Am
I don't care, bro, I'm down to pipe your chick
Bm
Mad stressed so I'm bound to light my spliffs
Am
Wait, I'm bound to ride for Flipz
Bm
Real Gs gonna ride around to this
Am
Man, I've got no time to write a diss
Bm
I never left my 9 to 5 for this Wasteman ting
Am
I don't care what rave man's in
Bm
I came here to relax but if it gets mad
Am
Mek a young boy take man's tings
Bm
Try tell me I'm way too big to rebel?
Am
Nah, man, you're never too big to rebel
Bm
I was in the O2 singing my lungs out
Am Bm
Rudeboy, you're never too big for Adele
Am
Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my girl
Bm
Salute to my sister as well
Am
Gotta keep trophies down at my mum's bit
Bm
Man, I'm getting way too big for my shelf
Am
Man, I see bare MCs wanna sideline
Bm
But I still got a couple bangers in the pipeline
Am
Man, I've got grown men @ing me bullshit
Bm
You're getting way too old for the timeline
Am
You're getting way too old for a diss
Bm
Should've looked after your kids
Am
Get out the booth, go home to your son
Bm
It's never too late to commit
Am
It's like man love put my name in a bar
Bm
Random flight, get a plane to Qatar
Am
This year, I learnt how to take care of business
Bm
Next year, I'll learn how to play the guitar
[Chorus]
Am
You're getting way too big for your boots
Bm
You're never too big for the boot
Am
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Bm
Your face ain't big for my boot
Am
Kick up the yout
Bm
Man know that I kick up the yout
Am
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
Bm
How dare you twist up the truth, look
Am
You're getting way too big for your boots
Am
You're never too big for the boot
Am
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Bm
Your face ain't big for my boot
Am
Kick up the yout
Am
Man know that I kick up the yout
Am
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
Bm
How dare you twist up the truth
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