#"Grime M

[vikingsong]

WIP Wednesday (2/8/23)

Yet another WIP! (Eek!) This excerpt comes from a fill for the Land of Myth server’s spy-themed dialogue melee prompt.

Merlin leaned over the sink, the singed sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows as he scrubbed the blood and gunpowder from beneath his fingernails. The door to the washroom creaked open behind him, and he glanced up to see M’s stern eyebrow reflected back at him in the mirror over the row of sinks. Merlin dropped his gaze back to the hot water and stubborn grime.

M—Uncle Gaius—cleared his throat. “Care to tell me why you deposited the Crown Prince, unconscious, in one of my interrogation rooms?”

“Not particularly,” Merlin muttered, scrubbing harder. His skin itched with the unfamiliar sting of failure.

“I thought I’d made it clear we have a no abduction policy.”

Merlin glared at Gaius in the mirror. “He wasn’t cooperating. What did you expect me to do?”

Gaius folded his arms. “Not start an international incident, at the very least.”

Merlin snorted. “Please. That’s never bothered you before.”

Gaius harrumphed. “Those were different. Uther wasn’t demanding that I mobilize every single MI6 asset to find his son.”

“Look, he wasn’t giving me what I needed, and then we were attacked.”

“By—?”

“Sorcerers.” Merlin shrugged and rinsed the last of the soap from his scraped forearms, then splashed some water on his face. “Angry ones.”

“That is unhelpfully non-specific intel, 007.”

“I can’t be expected to know everything.”

The eyebrow rose higher. “You’re a spy. It is literally your job to know things.”

Merlin bit back a smart remark as he yanked a handful of paper towels from the dispenser, then exhaled slowly through his nose as he began drying his face and hands. “As I was saying, sorcerers: angry and not especially subtle. Didn’t identify themselves. The concussive force of one of their spells knocked him out, but not before he’d seen them break down the doors with fireballs.” He turned off the tap and tossed the used paper towels in the bin. “If the Prince didn’t already know magic existed, he does now.”

[termina-festival]

If you don't know me I'm M to the B

Coming in hard, you better watch it, Sophie

You think you're the only girl doing grime

M to the B says, "Step in line"

Coming in hard with my bars

Sophie Aspin is about to get parred

Read your bars off your iPhone 4

I don't do that shit, I do it hardcore

pov: me when i freaking get you!

[rooseveltrecords]

Future Faces // Ask The Grime // M E M O R I A

2024

[trendfag]

if you dont know me im m to the b comin in hahd you betta watch it sophie think your the only girl doing grime? m to the b says step in line

[griefprofiled]

psychic: *reads my mind*

the inside of my brain on loop: 🎵IF YA DONT KNOW ME IM M TO THE B COMIN IN HARD U BETTER WATCH IT SOPHIE THINK UR THE ONLY GIRL DOIN GRIME M TO THE B SAYS STEP IN LINE COMIN IN HARD WITH MY BARS SOPHIE ASPEN IS ABOUT TO GET PARRED READ YA BARS OF YA IPHONE 4 I DONT DO THAT SHIT I DO IT HARD--🎵

psychic: what the fuck

[redflavur]

@miyabis  said     :       intimidation     level     100

HOW     INTIMIDATING     AM     I     ??

literally     how     u     gotta     explain     this     one     to     me     .     is     it     bc

if     you     don't     know     me     i'm     m     to     the     b     coming     in     hard     ,     you     better     watch     it     sophie     you     think     you're     the     only     girl     doing     grime     m     to     the     b     says     ,     ‘     step     in     line     ’     coming     in     hard     with     my     bars     sophie     aspin     is     about     to     get     parred     read     your     bars     off     your     iphone     4     i     don't     do     that     shit     ,     i     do     it     hardcore     got     murked     by     little     t     now     you're     gettin'     murked     by     me     you     shagged     bare     lads     ,     you're     a     little     sket     have     you     heard     your     bars     ??     they're     fucking     pep     fucking     pep     ,     yeah     ,     that's     what     they     are     now     listen     carefully     to     my     sick     bars     they     scream     my     name     like     ,     ‘     yar     ,     yar     ,     yar     ’     sophie     ,     yeah     ,     you're     a     little     whore     looking     at     your     face     ,     what     the     fuck's     your     contour     ??     do     you     want     me     to     lend     you     a     blender     ??     i'm     being     serious     ,     i'm     not     trying     to     offend     you     sophie     ,     yeah     ,     you     should     stick     to     singing     'cause     when     you     spit     ,     my     ears     are     ringing     how     can     you     shag     bare     lads     ??     is     your     fanny     not     stinging     ??     i     bet     your     fanny's     fucking     minging     sort     out     your     manky     scouse     brow     m     to     the     b     is     coming     at     you     with     a     row     you're     enough     to     turn     all     lads     camp     you     know     that     'cause     you're     a     fucking     tramp     repping     around     in     your     shit     clothes     like     josh     said     ,     what     the     fuck's     that     pose     ??     saying     shit     about     people's     mums     ,     that's     tight     sophie     aspin     ,     do     you     want     me     a     fight     ??     bet     your     blowies     are     fucking     shite     fuckin'     shite     ,     that's     what     i     said     all     the     boys     say     you     give     shit     head     that's     what     i     said     so     what     you     gonna     do     ??     all     the     things     you     spit     about     aren't     even     true

[whats-bb24]

If you don't know me I'm M to the B Coming in hard, you better watch it Sophie You think you're the only girl doing grime M to the B says, "Step in line" Coming in hard with my bars Sophie Aspin is about to get parred Read your bars off your iPhone 4 I don't do that shit, I do it hardcore

I’m requesting this bop in my hoh basket

[k-1-e]

2018 Songs of The Year

With the year coming to an end its time we look back at 2018, and see some of the talent that has made waves in the scene

5. Headie One - Know Better

This song came out in the beginning of the year, with ALOT of controversy surrounding it. Having all started with Headie one (a much smaller artist than what he is now) going to Luton university for a performance, in which after he was caught on camera going to a student’s dorm and being jumped in the morning after. A classic honey trap setup. Now headie a known driller, refrained from retaliating to the incident or so it seemed. Within the next week he dropped “Know Better” where he raps about Him taking an L in L, but getting a W in W and the rest was left to the timeline with a story about a shooting in Enfield taking place the same day. needless to say headie hasn’t had anymore attempted robberies at his shows.

4. Rapman - Shiro’s Story 1, 2, and 3

This saga of songs had deep storytelling following the protagonist shiro with his tribulations of betrayal and revenge. Rapman has always been known for his storytelling but shiro’s story became more than a song and became a saga, that had everyone waiting for the next installment. Being compared to UK classics Topboy, and Kidulthood. With star performances from the old “mandem on the wall crew”  Joivan Wade and Percelle Ascott, as well as cameo’s from almost everyone in the scene shiro’s story seemed to come to life being more than just 3 songs. We rarely see rap used in this style anymore but when it is done correctly like Rapman has used it, it is a winning formula.

3. Dave & Fredo - Funky Friday

If we were looking purely at plays, Funky Friday would be number 1, having reached UK number 1 in October giving both Santan and Fredo their first number one hits. You can hear why Funk Friday hit number one, its got all the qualities of a great song, a good line for everyone’s bio’s on insta and twitter “at this age how man still hating”, radio friendly, sing along value, and a pairing of two of the most popular UK rap artists right now. This is the first song to hit uk number one that had a british rapper as the lead since tinie tempah not letting go in 2015. Produced by Dave himself with help from the ever present 169, the beat loop is very memorable sounding arcade-ish, a definite call back to grime but a sound dave seems to favour on his more commercial songs.

2. Ambush - Jumpy

My personal song of the summer, Jumpy and the Jumpy remix featuring Chip and Skepta really was played everywhere. Ambush an artist I had never heard of before Jumpy really made a name for himself with this song and it makes sense the star quality is there this is more than a one hit wonder and the scene recognised it. Ambush and buzzworld are now established as names to look out for in the industry, there’s not much else for me to say about this track except if you aint listened to it go play that right now and if you have go back and relive summer 2018.

Honourable Mentions:

D Double E & Skepta - Nang

A cold call back to old school grime

M Huncho - Come Up

M Huncho another name to watch out for has had a great year this song being a highlight of that

EO - German

A rep for the younger gen, a classic sing along type song that got a lot of plays

DigDat - Air Force

Debut single by DigDat and the first drill song to reach uk top 20

1. Unknown T - Homerton B

Now with this list number 1 was only ever going to be one song. I was happy to let jumpy be my song of the year but Homerton B changed all of that, coming out a week or 2 before carnival i remember seeing this track on GRMDaily not knowing who Unknown T was.Just seeing the title unknown T, homerton B i could already hear the hook and I clicked I was not disappointed at all. Unknown’s unmistakable voice, paired with his flow and lyrics within seconds the yardie in me awoke and I had a burning desire to find a girl and dagger her like 09 sneakbo. This song is a hit, a banger, a masterpiece, fitting in this weird genre of bashment-drill which i feel will be long before anyone is able to recreate. Im patiently waiting Unknown T’s next release and his 2019, i feel he’s going to be a force to be reckoned with.

[sliami]

think you're the only girl doing grime ~ m to the b sez step in line

[parkjiminsholythighs]

BIAS NAME TAG

Tagged by @chimchimchanyeolie ~ Thank you, love!

P • Poison by Secret

A • Adore U by Seventeen

R • Red by Hyuna

K • Kokobop by EXO

J • Jump by BTS

I • I Wanna Know by Daya (feat. RL Grime)

M • Monster by BigBang

I • I’m so sick by Apink

N • Neverland by U-KISS

Tagging @softlyjiminie @b-angst-tan @qtmins @rapnamu @noona-la-la-la @vankoya

[tedsminion]

coming in hard better watch it sofie you thing you're the only girl doing grime m to b says step in line coming in hard with my bars sofie aspin is about to be parred

comin in hard with my bars sophie aspin is about to get parred read your bars off your iphone four i dont do that shit i do it hardcore got murked by little t and now you’re getting murked by me

[peachpitpearls]

If u don’t know...I’m M TO THE B

Comin in hard ~ u better watch it sophie ~

THINK ur the only girl doing GRIME

M to the b says |||| step in line ||||

[yourlmanburg]

If you don't know me I'm M to the B

Coming in hard, you better watch it Sophie

You think you're the only girl doing grime

M to the B says, "Step in line"

Coming in hard with my bars

Sophie Aspin is about to get parred

Read your bars off your iPhone 4

I don't do that shit, I do it hardcore

Got murked by Little T

Now you're gettin' murked by me

You shagged bare lads, you're a little sket

Have you heard your bars? They're fucking pep

Fucking pep, yeah, that's what they are

Now listen carefully to my sick bars

They scream my name like, "Yar, yar, yar"

Sophie, yeah, you're a little whore

Looking at your face, what the fuck's your contour?

Do you want me to lend you a blender?

I'm being serious, I'm not trying to offend you

Sophie, yeah, you should stick to singing

'Cause when you spit, my ears are ringing

How can you shag bare lads?

Is your fanny not stinging?

I bet your fanny's fucking minging

Sort out your manky Scouse brow

M to the B is coming at you with a row

You're enough to turn all lads camp

You know that 'cause you're a fucking tramp

Repping around in your shit clothes

Like Josh said, what the fuck's that pose?

Saying shit about people's mums, that's tight

Sophie Aspin, do you want me a fight?

Bet your blowies are fucking shite

Fuckin' shite, that's what I said

All the boys say you give shit head

That's what I said so what you gonna do?

All the things you spit about aren't even true

Sophie Aspin, little rat

I bet you're riddled and probs got the clap

Soph, yeah, you can't murk me

You're a slag, riddled with STDs

Fuck that shit, couldn't be arsed being you

You're an animal, you belong in a zoo

I'm sending for you so what're you gonna do?

You bounce on next man's dick like a kangaroo, like a kangaroo

So, Soph, where do we go from here?

If I send back, I'll throw you off the pier

I'm sending for you with no fear

So come on Soph, what's the best you can give?

Your bars are shit so you may as well quit

You may as well quit 'cause your bars are shit

Your bars are fake and my bars are real

Is it true you got bummed on a field?

You think you're a chav with your string jacket

Turn Sophie Aspin off, what a fucking racket

What a fucking racket

We all know, the best MC

It's M to the B, it's M to the B

It's M M M M M to the B

It's M to the B, it's M to the B

Bang

Sophie, you're not the only girl who can spit bars

I've just showed you how it's done

You said you're not gonna send back

We'll see, won't we

there's only one thing that can make me laugh rn and that's americans singing m to the b. do y'all even understand it😭✋

[fictionbobayla]

The Night Kirkwall Fell

       After the battle with Meredith finally ended, Garrett and Anders retreated to Hawke estate, ahead of the rest of their friends. The tall, marble house was dark and silent, the only noises being the muted screams of mages being slaughtered outside and the constant, distant roar of flames as Kirkwall was eaten up. A thin layer of smoke and ash already seemed to coat the whole city, turning it a dusky gray.

       Hawke cast a quick glance at Anders for the millionth time that night. The healer was pale, dark red blood standing out stark against his skin, and he chewed his lip as he stared right through a wall. His thumb nails were ragged around the top edge, where he had bitten them off as he trembled slightly, holding his staff in a white-knuckled grip.

         Why did he have to do this? Garrett thought, bitterness coating the back of his throat as he took in his lover’s dazed appearance. Wasn’t it Anders himself who had said he hated it when mages turned to violence only a few short years ago?

       Garrett took Anders’s arm, steering him up the stairs and into their bedroom. The door shut with a resolute click as Hawke deposited Anders on the bed, making the straw mattress crackle slightly as he sunk into it. The near-silence was unbearably loud, pressing in on all sides of Garrett’s mind like a thick fog and making the beginnings of a headache bloom behind his eyes.

       Maker, those fires are getting close.

       He strode over to the wardrobe and threw open the doors, pulling out a small canvas bag and throwing it onto the bed, nearly hitting Anders with it. The apostate seemed to snap back into reality for the first time since the Chantry, still gripping his staff tightly as he stared up at the Champion.

       “Garrett, I…”

       Garrett didn’t respond. He began pulling their clothes out of the wardrobe and tossing them on the bed, piling soft cotton shirts and trousers onto the rich comforter. Downstairs the front door opened with a soft creak and the smell of ash flooded the whole house as the rest of Hawke’s followers invaded the living room. Bethany’s voice seemed to carry above the rest, asking if Garrett and Anders were already home.

       A dull weight was settling in Garrett’s stomach, an ache all-too similar to the one he had experienced in Lothering as he watched Darkspawn trample his childhood home. He was leaving again. Leaving his sister, his friends, the life he had spent almost a decade trying to rebuild.

       It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

       “We can take Isabela’s ship out of Kirkwall tonight. She told me the offer to join her crew still stood. I think she was planning on sailing to Antiva.” He kept his voice as neutral as he could, determinedly not looking at Anders as he folded up their shirts as small as they would go and tucked them into the canvas bag. Anders didn’t say anything, didn’t even move.

       It was a while before Garrett realized the mage had clamped one hand over his mouth, trembling as his eyes glistened with tears. Garrett froze, gripping the shirt he had been folding as sharp stabs of sympathy attacked him, threatening to overwhelm him with the need to go to him, wipe his tears before they fell, and hold him against his chest until he was asleep. Just as he had done countless nights before.

       When Anders finally spoke, his voice quivered and the tears spilled over, crawling down his cheeks and leaving pale tracks through the grime.

       “M-maker, what have I done…?”

       “The Maker’s probably the last person who wants to hear from you right now.” Garrett said dryly, tearing his gaze away from Anders and stuffing the unfolded shirt in his pack. Anders choked out a laugh that sounded more painful than joyful, the sound clenching around Garrett’s heart like a vice. Anders glanced at his staff before tossing it down angrily, the thin wooden stick clattering loudly on the stone floor.

       “I-I’ve ruined everything…! You have to leave your home again, because of me!”

       “I’m giving the deed to Bethany, so at least we won’t lose the estate completely.” Garrett muttered. He unlocked his safe, rooting through the stacks of papers and letters to find the roll of parchment, hastily labeled “DEED” in messy, black ink. ‘Hopefully it won’t burn to the ground.”

       “Hawke!”

       Garrett bit his lip. Anders never called him by his last name anymore, only “Garrett”, or “Love”, or one of their stupid little pet names that made Anders blush every single time. The dull ache seemed to encase him, trying to choke the life out of him.

       Hawke set the deed down on the desk, noticing the slight tremor in his hands as he did. He turned to face the mage, looking down at him with what he hoped was a disappointed expression. Anders gripped the bedspread tightly, his eyes flicking over Garrett’s face, silently begging for some form of sympathy or support from the one person who seemed to be on his side. The Champion knew he wouldn’t be able to resist Anders’s broken expression for much longer.

       “Yes, you made a mistake tonight.” Garrett finally said, working hard to keep his voice steady, “you killed people. You murdered the Grand Cleric, our one real ally. You made sure innocents were lost in this battle. Husbands, wives, children; people who were just trying to find some peace and shelter from the chaos outside.”

         Anders wilted as Garrett laid down these heavy charges. He dropped his gaze, his shoulders slumping as he resigned himself to whatever the Champion had planned for him, whether that meant being turned over to the Templars or just getting it over quickly with a knife in the back.

       Garrett cupped Anders’s chin and brought his face up, making him look him in the eye. He seemed to burn from the inside out as he traced his thumb lightly over the apostate’s cheekbone, wiping away the last of his distressed tears. His throat was tight, making sure the next line he delivered was nice and weak.

       “Don’t think for one second I would ever abandon you, my love.”

       Something broke behind Anders’s eyes. A wall was torn down, and he pressed his face against Garrett’s chest as he started to shake with sobs. Garrett’s own throat was tight as he wrapped his arms around Anders’s thin frame, fitting himself perfectly against the mage as they had done countless nights before. His hand involuntarily buried itself in Anders’s silky strawberry hair, gripping it tightly as he held the healer.

       This is what I want.

       They sat like that for a while, Garrett starting to slowly rock them both. Anders’s slim fingers clung to the back of the warrior’s shirt as he slowly stopped shaking, eventually lifting his face and looking up at him.

       “The templars will get into Kirkwall soon,” Garrett murmured, gently running the back of his fingers down the side of Anders’s jaw, leaving flecks of dried blood on the pale skin. Anders grabbed desperately at his hand.

       “What… what will the others do…?” Anders managed in a hoarse whisper. Garrett kissed the top of his head.

       “They’ll come with us, of course, on Isabela’s ship… they all kind of pledged their loyalty to me before the battle.”

       “Really? Even Fenris?”

       “Even Fenris.”

       “That’s just… absurd.” He shook his head, finally managing a weak smile. Some of the pressure against Garrett’s heart alleviated, and he felt himself breathe for the first time since the Chantry explosion.

       “Let’s pack up, Love. We have a world to see.”

A/N: Thanks so much for reading guys! This same fic can be found over on my AO3 account, LaylaBoBayla. Can’t wait to write more!

[gyllenhuiast]

If you don't know me I'm M to the B Coming in hard, you'd better watch it Sophie You think you're the only girl doing grime M to the B says 'step in line' Coming in hard, with my bars Sophie Aspin is about to get parred Read your bars off your iPhone 4 I don't do that shit, I do it hardcore Got murked by Little T Now you're getting murked by me You shagged bare lads, you're a little sket Have you heard your bars, they're fucking pep Fucking pep yeah that's what they are Now listen carefully to my sick bars They scream my name like 'yar yar yar' Sophie yeah, you're a little whore Looking at your face, what the fuck's your contour Do you want me to lend you a blender I'm being serious, I'm not trying to offend you Sophie yeah, you should stick to singing 'Cause when you spit my ears are ringing How can you shag bare lads Is your fanny not stinging I bet your fanny's fucking minging Sort out your manky Scouse brow M to the B is coming at you with a row You're enough to turn all lads camp You know that because you're a fucking tramp Repping around in your shit clothes Like Josh said, what the fuck's that pose? Saying shit about people's mums That's tight, Sophie Aspin do you want me a fight Bet your blowies are fucking shite Fucking shite, that's what I said All the boys say you give shit head That's what I said so what're you gonna do? All the things you spit about aren't even true Sophie Aspin, little rat I bet you're riddled and probs got the clap Soph yeah, you can't murk me You're a slag, riddled with STDs Fuck that shit, couldn't be arsed being you You're an animal, you belong in a zoo I'm sending for you so what're you gonna do? You bounce on next man's dick like a kangaroo Like a kangaroo So, Soph, where do we go from here If I send back, I'll throw you off the pier I'm sending for you with no fear So come on Soph, what's the best you can give Your bars are shit so you may as well quit You may as well quit 'cause your bars are shit Your bars are fake and my bars are real Is it true you got bummed on a field You think you're a chav with your string jacket Turn Sophie Aspin off, what a fucking racket! What a fucking racket We all know, the best MC It's M to the B, it's M to the B It's M M M M M to the B It's M to the B, it's M to the B Bang

[ealmandoos]

Gemini has many interesting friendships. He likes to leave his mark on everyone he knows, but he is reckless and disappears for a long time with the aim of getting to know new friends and new places, but he often comes back with new things and ideas to share and teach. , In addition to being able to communicate and communicate with others. He is also very frank and very generous with his friends. Where he spends a lot of time with them, and grime M that he is social but he always needs time for himself.