His debut album, Gang Signs & Prayer, was released on 24 February 2017, and was the first grime album to reach number one on the UK Albums Chart and won British Album of the Year at the 2018 Brit Awards. In 2019, Stormzy achieved his first UK number-one single with "Vossi Bop" and his headline appearance at the 2019 Glastonbury Festival was widely praised; he wore a Union Jack stab vest designed by Banksy, in light of the rise in knife crime in London. His second album, Heavy Is the Head, was released on 13 December 2019. On 22 September 2022, Stormzy released the single "Mel Made Me Do It" accompanied by an 11-minute music video featuring popular artists, actors and sports figures such as Usain Bolt and José Mourinho. He returned to social media on 12 October 2022 to announce his third album This Is What I Mean, which was recorded on Osea Island in England. It was released on 25 November 2022. The first single to be released was titled "Hide & Seek" on 14 October 2022.
Michael Ebenezer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Jr. was born on 26 July 1993 in Croydon, London. His mother is Ghanaian, his father was a taxi driver and he is a cousin of rapper Nadia Rose. He grew up in South Norwood, London, with his mother, brother, and two sisters. Stormzy did not come from a particularly musical household, although he liked music. He attended Stanley Tech South Norwood. He began rapping at the age of 11 and would clash with older rappers at his local youth club.
Big For Your Boots
Stormzy Lyrics
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You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth
Wanna come round here like a badboy? Do it
Bun all the talking, go on then, do it
Running through the party, bottle of BACARDÍ
Bro's in my ear saying "Stormz, don't do it"
Devil on my shoulder, I don't lack
Hit 'em with a crowbar, I don't scrap
Even when I'm sober, I'm so gassed
Say you ride but there's no car and no mash (what you talking 'bout?)
Clown, stand down
Never had a MAC-10 or a trey pound
You were never bad then, you ain't bad now
Never had the MAC then, little nigga, back down
Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothes
Said fuck that, I can't wear those
I don't like them, they're not my ting
They went silent, they're all weirdos
Like yeah, Stormz gone clear
Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler
Mandem are calm, but you see my don there?
Fuckeries, tell 'em don't do it, don't dare
Don't care who you know from my block
You're not Al Capone, you'll get boxed
They can take my car and my creps
I'll still do the road in my socks
Like who's gonna stop me? You? Him?
Weed in a cigarette, blue slims
Don't be an idiot, move smart
I've been killing it, new king
Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like a bootcut
Ith mad, that's a family ting, straight family ting
Dem man are broke, no salary ting
Had a peng ting called Amy
Telling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting
Hashtag Merky Academy ting
Coming like art in a gallery ting
Dem boy dere wanna chat about bars
Wanna chat about crud but, but, but
You're getting way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
I'm too hot
Drug money in my shoebox
I'm the man of the house and my shows sold out
Like the brudda from the Boondocks
Beats 1 in my boombox
Still steal meat from the stew pot
Mandem go sick when my tune drops
Little man, that's a Hublot, not a Hublot
What? Pronounce it right, you prick
I go mad, yeah, I'm down to die for this
I don't care, bro, I'm down to pipe your chick
Mad stressed so I'm bound to light my spliffs
Wait, I'm bound to ride for Flipz
Real Gs gonna ride around to this
Man, I've got no time to write a diss
I never left my Nine to Five for this Wasteman ting
I don't care what rave man's in
I came here to relax but if it gets mad
Mek a young boy take man's tings
Try tell me I'm way too big to rebel?
Nah, man, you're never too big to rebel
I was in the O2 singing my lungs out
Rudeboy, you're never too big for Adele
Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my girl
Salute to my sister as well
Gotta keep trophies down at my mum's bit
Man, I'm getting way too big for my shelf
Man, I see bare MCs wanna sideline
But I still got a couple bangers in the pipeline
Man, I've got grown men @ing me bullshit
You're getting way too old for the timeline
You're getting way too old for a diss
Should've looked after your kids
Get out the booth, go home to your son
It's never too late to commit
It's like man love put my name in a bar
Random flight, get a plane to Qatar
This year, I learnt how to take care of business
Next year, I'll learn how to play the guitar
You're getting way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
You're getting way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth
Stormzy's song Big For Your Boots is a rap song that is filled with boasts and warnings as he demonstrates his dominance over his competition. He talks about how people are starting to get too big for their boots and how he's always ready to put them back in their place with his "big size twelves" on his feet. Stormzy also shows off his skills as an MC, as he cleverly twists the truth of those who attempt to challenge him, and tells them to back down or face the consequences.
Throughout the song, Stormzy emphasizes the importance of staying grounded and not forgetting where you come from, even as you become more successful. He talks about the pressures of fame and how he's learned to handle it, while also pointing out the flaws in those who try to "chat about bars" or "crud" but fail to live up to their words. The lyrics are filled with sharp, witty remarks that showcase Stormzy's ability to construct clever wordplay, while also highlighting his raw talent as a rapper.
Overall, Big For Your Boots is a powerful and confident statement from one of the UK's most talented MCs. It is a testament to Stormzy's ability to combine insightful lyrics with fierce beats, and it is a song that will undoubtedly continue to resonate with listeners for years to come.
Line by Line Meaning
You're getting way too big for your boots
You're starting to overestimate yourself
You're never too big for the boot
You can never be too big for a reality check
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
I wear big shoes because I walk a big talk
Your face ain't big for my boot
Your ego won't withstand my honesty
Kick up the yout
Empower the kids
Man know that I kick up the yout
People know I do my part in helping the youth
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
These guys tried to manipulate the facts
How dare you twist up the truth, look
You're out of line
Wanna come round here like a badboy? Do it
If you want to act tough, bring it
Bun all the talking, go on then, do it
Stop talking and take action
Running through the party, bottle of BACARDÍ
Having a good time with some alcohol
Bro's in my ear saying "Stormz, don't do it"
My friend is advising me not to cause trouble
Devil on my shoulder, I don't lack
I'm tempted but I won't give in to bad behavior
Hit 'em with a crowbar, I don't scrap
If I fight, I'm not going to do it with just my fists
Even when I'm sober, I'm so gassed
Even when I'm not drunk, I'm excited
Say you ride but there's no car and no mash (what you talking 'bout?)
You talk tough but you have no car or weapons
Clown, stand down
You're a joke, calm down
Never had a MAC-10 or a trey pound
You never had a weapon
You were never bad then, you ain't bad now
You weren't tough before and you're not tough now
Never had the MAC then, little nigga, back down
You never owned a MAC-10 then, so don't act tough now
Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothes
I saw many shoes and clothes
Said fuck that, I can't wear those
I didn't like any of them so I passed on them
I don't like them, they're not my ting
I'm not into them, they're not my style
They went silent, they're all weirdos
The people around me stopped talking, they're all strange
Like yeah, Stormz gone clear
I made it big
Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler
I didn't have fancy designer brands
Mandem are calm, but you see my don there?
My people are chill but my boss is different
Fuckeries, tell 'em don't do it, don't dare
Stop the nonsense, don't even think about it
Don't care who you know from my block
I don't care who you know, I won't back down
You're not Al Capone, you'll get boxed
You're not a gangster, you will get beat up
They can take my car and my creps
They can take my car and my shoes
I'll still do the road in my socks
I'll still keep hustling barefoot if I have to
Like who's gonna stop me? You? Him?
No one can stop me from being successful
Weed in a cigarette, blue slims
I smoke weed in a blue cigarette
Don't be an idiot, move smart
Be wise in your actions
I've been killing it, new king
I've been doing great, I'm the new king
Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
People are not yet prepared for my new music
You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
You're a loser, join some friends
And when Krept went States for the BETs
When my colleague Krept went to BETs in the US
I was covering Krept like a bootcut
I was protecting Krept like a denim style
Ith mad, that's a family ting, straight family ting
It's a family affair, just family
Dem man are broke, no salary ting
Those men are broke, not making money
Had a peng ting called Amy
I had a beautiful girl named Amy
Telling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting
Asking me to come over and have a good time
Hashtag Merky Academy ting
It's a Merky Academy thing
Coming like art in a gallery ting
It's like a work of art on display
Dem boy dere wanna chat about bars
Those guys talk about lyrics
Wanna chat about crud but, but, but
They want to talk about street life
I'm too hot
I'm too good to handle
Drug money in my shoebox
I keep money from drugs in a shoebox
I'm the man of the house and my shows sold out
I'm the boss and my concerts are sold out
Like the brudda from the Boondocks
Like the brother from The Boondocks cartoon
Beats 1 in my boombox
I listen to Beats 1 on my radio
Still steal meat from the stew pot
I still steal meat from the family's pot of stew
Mandem go sick when my tune drops
My people go crazy when my song plays
Little man, that's a Hublot, not a Hublot
It's pronounced Hublot, not Hublot
What? Pronounce it right, you prick
What's wrong with you, pronounce it properly
I go mad, yeah, I'm down to die for this
I get angry, yeah, I'm ready to die for this
I don't care, bro, I'm down to pipe your chick
I don't care, I'll have sex with your girlfriend
Mad stressed so I'm bound to light my spliffs
I'm very stressed so I'll smoke some weed
Wait, I'm bound to ride for Flipz
I'm ready to support Flipz
Real Gs gonna ride around to this
Real gangsters will support this
Man, I've got no time to write a diss
I don't have time to write a diss track
I never left my Nine to Five for this Wasteman ting
I didn't leave my regular job for this bad business
I don't care what rave man's in
I don't care which party is happening
I came here to relax but if it gets mad
I came here to chill but I'm ready to action if needed
Mek a young boy take man's tings
Let a young boy steal from you
Try tell me I'm way too big to rebel?
Are you really telling me to not rebel
Nah, man, you're never too big to rebel
No, you can never be too big to stand up for what's right
I was in the O2 singing my lungs out
I had a concert in O2 and sang my heart out
Rudeboy, you're never too big for Adele
Hey man, you can never be too big to appreciate Adele
Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my girl
Leave my place, say goodbye to my girl
Salute to my sister as well
Respect to my sister too
Gotta keep trophies down at my mum's bit
I keep my trophies at my mom's house
Man, I'm getting way too big for my shelf
I'm too successful, I can't contain myself
Man, I see bare MCs wanna sideline
I see many rappers who want to take a back seat
But I still got a couple bangers in the pipeline
But I have more great music in store
Man, I've got grown men @ing me bullshit
Adults are tweeting me nonsense
You're getting way too old for the timeline
You're too old to be wasting time on social media
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Karl Joseph, Michael Ebenazer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Junior
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@abdullahal-junaibi3656
The lyrics 😁
You're getting way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
You're getting way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth
Wanna come round here like a badboy? Do it
Bun all the talking, go on then, do it
Running through the party, bottle of BACARDÍ
Bro's in my ear saying "Stormz, don't do it"
Devil on my shoulder, I don't lack
Hit 'em with a crowbar, I don't scrap
Even when I'm sober, I'm so gassed
Say you ride but there's no car and no mash (what you talking 'bout?)
Clown, stand down
Never had a MAC-10 or a trey pound
You were never bad then, you ain't bad now
Never had the MAC then, little nigga, back down
Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothes
Said fuck that, I can't wear those
I don't like them, they're not my ting
They went silent, they're all weirdos
Like yeah, Stormz gone clear
Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler
Mandem are calm, but you see my don there?
Fuckeries, tell 'em don't do it, don't dare
Don't care who you know from my block
You're not Al Capone, you'll get boxed
They can take my car and my creps
I'll still do the road in my socks
Like who's gonna stop me? You? Him?
Weed in a cigarette, blue slims
Don't be an idiot, move smart
I've been killing it, new king
Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like a bootcut
Ith mad, that's a family ting, straight family ting
Dem man are broke, no salary ting
Had a peng ting called Amy
Telling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting
Hashtag Merky Academy ting
Coming like art in a gallery ting
Dem boy dere wanna chat about bars
Wanna chat about crud but, but, but
You're getting way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
I'm too hot
Drug money in my shoebox
I'm the man of the house and my shows sold out
Like the brudda from the Boondocks
Beats 1 in my boombox
Still steal meat from the stew pot
Mandem go sick when my tune drops
Little man, that's a Hublot, not a Hublot
What? Pronounce it right, you prick
I go mad, yeah, I'm down to die for this
I don't care, bro, I'm down to pipe your chick
Mad stressed so I'm bound to light my spliffs
Wait, I'm bound to ride for Flipz
Real Gs gonna ride around to this
Man, I've got no time to write a diss
I never left my Nine to Five for this Wasteman ting
I don't care what rave man's in
I came here to relax but if it gets mad
Mek a young boy take man's tings
Try tell me I'm way too big to rebel?
Nah, man, you're never too big to rebel
I was in the O2 singing my lungs out
Rudeboy, you're never too big for Adele
Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my girl
Salute to my sister as well
Gotta keep trophies down at my mum's bit
Man, I'm getting way too big for my shelf
Man, I see bare MCs wanna sideline
But I still got a couple bangers in the pipeline
Man, I've got grown men @ing me bullshit
You're getting way too old for the timeline
You're getting way too old for a diss
Should've looked after your kids
Get out the booth, go home to your son
It's never too late to commit
It's like man love put my name in a bar
Random flight, get a plane to Qatar
This year, I learnt how to take care of business
Next year, I'll learn how to play the guitar
You're getting way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
You're getting way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth
@sharky
Maya Jama is beautiful. But you already knew that..
@abdullahi1563
afcSharky peng ting name muna I'll tell hear come jump in my uber
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yo sharky what u doing here
@fredfreestylefootball8658
Abdullahi 3 years later 😂
@sameerahmed3311
Not anymore..
@lpaz4079
@@fredfreestylefootball8658 and a week lol
@cassius1404
This song makes me want to talk during independent reading time
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@DreamtOfSleep
stolen
@ishfps
This deserves 12K likes