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Lyrics: Chip – Flowers

by Ella Bowi
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Chip is back in his element as “Flowers” (and the accompanying “Killer MC”) is a diss-track towards South London rapper Stormzy. The pair were previously very good friends, with Stormzy even collaborating with Chip on “I’m Fine” in 2014 and “Hear Dis” in 2015.

Rumblings came that the pair were going back and forth following the release of the track “Waze” from Chip’s 2020 collaboration project with Young Adz & Skepta: Insomnia. Many listeners perceived Chip’s verse to be aimed at Stormzy, particularly due to the reference of Stormzy’s epithet the ‘King of Grime’:

You ain’t been platinum, silver or gold, you ain’t even been bronze, you div (‘Low it)
You ain’t even done ten years in this ting
‘Round here we don’t hear you’re a king, man will take your throne (Yeah)

However, Chip may have instead been responding to fellow grime MC Mez, who had dissed chip in “Go” in May 2019, and “King of Grime” in February 2020. This would make sense, because Stormzy has been around for 10 years and has earned platinums, silvers, and golds, whereas Mez has not. Mez also has used the epithet ‘King of Grime’, hence the title of his diss track.

Nothing was confirmed at the time on either parts on whether or not this was a send. Regardless, Stormzy perceived it as a diss aimed at him and seemingly sent shots back at Chip through his Tion Wayne & Dutchavelli feature on “I Dunno”. He came after the sales of Insomnia and responded to the rumours of Chip’s send:

Is he sending for me? I dunno
What them boy there sell first week? I dunno (Boy, boy)

Wait, look, I thought I heard shots but the shoe don’t fit

After his verse became an attention grabber on social media the night of it’s release, Chip was trending on Twitter, in which he played it off with a rhetorical question.

Why am i trending?

— Chip (@OfficialChip) May 28, 2020
On the 7th of October, mere minutes before the drop of Flowers, Chip released a video from June taken by his sister of Stormzy and three others leaving Chip’s house after trying to pull up on him. This was context on what this diss-track was going to be about.

No way Stormzy pulled up To Chip’s house😭 pic.twitter.com/1IzirmaM9K

— Faiz (@Faiz0_) October 7, 2020
From what the lyrics in this diss-track suggests Chip was not home and it was Chip’s brother (who is fresh from prison for a kidnapping and on license) & his sister who were at home at the time. The latter grabbing a kitchen knife to protect herself from Stormzy and his friends.

Uh, look

I know where you live too, but that is not the point of this
Pull up, catch me lackin’, plan failed, there’s no avoidin’ this
Dunno what you heard about Essex but it’s calm, darg
And they ain’t used to black people screamin’ down the car park
So let me ask you this, Mr. Road Man, ’cause you don’t get the program
It seems like you wanna lose it all (Ah)
If my niggas pull up at your gates, screamin’, shoutin’ down the place
Who the fuck you think your neighbours gonna call? Ah (Woo-woo-woo)
Picky-choosey gangster, dunno why you think you’re so hard
What millionaire does the ride outs in his own car?
Lamborghini truck, nice one, reverse and go yard
For all the indirects you hear, I hope you go to all the yards
And niggas you were with ain’t from your bits, so what’s the link then? (Hmm)
Now you got outsiders in your ship, soon to sink then (Trust)
If you know what’s good for your life, just de-link them
And stick with Ed Sheeran, he gon’ tell you ’bout Chip’s pen (Woo)
On the day the people marching out cah black lives matter
You’re tryna slide out, I said your verse was light, what’s the matter? (What’s wrong?)
Sent you my address out of love (Come)
Two days later, tryna pull up with your thugs, what type of packet is you on?
Gave you a chance to spin me on a tune beside me
You objected, I said “Cool” and “God bless” and kept it moving
But it seems you won’t be satisfied unless you see a shooting
Can you believe this is the same boy that does the gospel music? (Ah)
Lord, he was broken and you fixed him, can you save him once again?
And tell every gangster with him, they can’t save him from this pen
This about G.O.A.T.s and kings, this is not about ends
But just in case you all forgot, it’s North side, ah
“G.O.A.T.” means the greatest of all time, to me, that’s Jay-Z (Mm)
I see you tryna play him down in interviews, you crazy?
Okay, you got money now, but still you got no wave, B (Woo)
Me, I thought she broke your heart (Damn)
I ain’t know it was “Waze”, G (Hehe)
King just means a ruler of an independent land
So why you so offended? Cah you’re not a king to me, fam
When you ain’t done half the work or inherited that shit from right of birth
So maybe you just say it cah it works, or
Maybe ’cause you isn’t on your world tour
And you can’t take the fame, you’re just offline and that you’re home, bored
Stupid boy, you’re Stormzy, you shouldn’t be pullin’ up at no doors
But when my ***** grab the kitchen, you weren’t tryna go forward, and so forth (Let’s go)
All of this, just because of “Waze” and “I Dunno”?
I can’t lie, used to think you’re safe but I dunno (Damn)
Is he a driller or a gangster rapper? I dunno
He said use his pen to skeng but now he pullin’ up at homes, ooh
Niggas is emotional, you’re not my ex, miss me (Skrrt)
Anybody coming to take my life’s coming with me (Let’s go)
I’ma serve you humble pie and teach you ’bout your history
I can’t count on one hand how much man have dissed me (It’s too much)
I thought it’s black lives matter, what you sayin’? Mine don’t?
“Let’s catch him ‘fore he touches mic”, why? You know I’m cold
Ride today, march tomorrow, it’s confusing
At this rate, it’s like I’m black and he’s black, but in a way darker place (Haha)
Fake arse activist, stop it, you’re hardly 2Pac
Jesus didn’t die to save us all for you to do that
Said you’re gonna finish me
Bar-for-bar on the world stage
But when it’s sticky I’m the blu-tack or the superglue
You heard I got tunes for you, then trust me, that was super-true (Mm)
Pullin’ up with strangers, boy, it’s just between me and you
I said on “Hear Dis”, “When my bro gets home, I pray he don’t do time again”
What did you want him to do to you? When he’s on license for a ‘napping (Facts)
What? Was you gon’ Pop Smoke me if I was lacking?
Every year, a new Judas, now it’s you, imagine
C’s up, cool, calm, collected, not erratic (Woo)
Know your role, know your lane, furthermore, stay in your place
They coulda done a Gucci Mane, if we was ever in The States
I would rather fill a page than tell my nigga fill his gauge
‘Cause trust me, I prefer it when he’s here, don’t want him in a cage (Trust)
Imagine me fallin’ out with rappers, sharing their addresses (Snakes)
I could name three inbetweeners that would sure be stressing
Finish who? On what mic? I got Mike stressing
Birthplace, Shellington Crescent, King’s get beheaded, uh

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