Date 2021-02-10
Category Foreign Music Download, Lyrics, New Music
Slowthai has officially returned with his brand new single “Cancelled,” an uptempo banger that features some slick vocals from Skepta. And while the song itself is certainly hard-hitting, the backstory behind it is almost as fascinating. As he tells Zane Lowe during a Beats 1 interview, he was actually riding a mushroom trip during the creation process; though he was nearly thurst into a bad-trip, Skepta was able to rally his pal and steer the song’s creative direction.
“I ain’t an actor, fuck the Oscars, main stage in my boxers,” spits Slowthai, in his opening verse. “Thousand grams, fuck the GRAMMYs / same-same for the shoppers / Massage for the posture, only bad tings on the roster.” Next up is Skepta, who weaves together an aggressive flow as he fires up some hard-hitting flexes. “Endless poetry like Jodorowsky / Super sus, super off-key,” he raps. “Run through the streets with a few Gs / We ain’t killing them softly, know we got cranium shots for you zombies.”
slowthai – Cancelled (ft. Skepta) (prod. Kelvin Krash, SAMO & Kwes Darko)
[Intro: Skepta]
Now you’re dripping blood (Go, gang)
Now you’re, now you’re dripping blood
From the neck, from the neck
(Now you’re dripping blood)
[Chorus: Skepta]
How you gonna cancel me?
Twenty awards on the mantelpiece
Pyramid Stage at Glastonbury
Girls in the crowd got their hands on me
I bet you wanna cancel who?
Fuck with the cult, now the gang’s on you
I’m a vampire, got the fangs on you
Now you’re dripping blood
How you gonna cancel me?
Twenty awards on the mantelpiece
Pyramid Stage at Glastonbury
Girls in the crowd got their hands on me
I bet you wanna cancel who?
Fuck with the cult, now the gang’s on you
I’m a vampire, got the fangs on you
Now you’re dripping blood
[Post-Chorus: Skepta]
Now you’re dripping blood
Now you’re dripping blood
Now you’re dripping blood
Now you’re dripping blood
[Verse 1: slowthai]
I ain’t an actor, fuck the Oscars, main stage in my boxers (Brr)
Thousand grams, fuck the GRAMMYs (Yeah), same-same for the shottahs (Yeah)
Massage for the posture, only bad tings on the roster
I shot caffeine like I’m Costa (What?), mad ting, what the bumba?
Ayy, she said I do magic like Harry Potter, I’m off the vodka
Orderin’ lobster, said it’s preposterous, I’m so obnoxious, I need a doctor
Said I won’t comeback, I must be cancer, ain’t got much longer
Then I made a comeback, kick it like Ong Bak, now I got blood on my jumper
[Chorus: Skepta]
How you gonna cancel me?
Twenty awards on the mantelpiece
Pyramid Stage at Glastonbury
Girls in the crowd got their hands on me
I bet you wanna cancel who?
Fuck with the cult, now the gang’s on you
I’m a vampire, got the fangs on you
Now you’re dripping blood
[Verse 2: Skepta]
Show me your face, let me see who’s really tryna stop me
I pay the price, don’t care what it cost me
I just gotta spit, can’t put a sock in it
Endless poetry like Jodorowsky
Super sus, super off-key
Run through the streets with a few Gs
We ain’t killing them softly
Know we got cranium shots for you zombies
We purging ’til we pass out
Shell casing dropping on the ground
On my high horse, it’s so far down
So you’re throwing stones in your glass house
Evidently
Nothing is going the way that you said it would be
Middle finger to my enemy
Foot on your neck, got them begging me, “Please”
[Chorus: Skepta]
How you gonna cancel me?
Twenty awards on the mantelpiece
Pyramid Stage at Glastonbury
Girls in the crowd got their hands on me
I bet you wanna cancel who?
Fuck with the cult, now the gang’s on you
I’m a vampire, got the fangs on you
Now you’re dripping blood