CHIP’s “Plugged Out” crashes the grime feed like a leaked voice note from a tense studio sesh, produced by Eight8 and dropping December 28 via his own CM/GSS imprint—a blistering rebuttal that’s got the UK scene dissecting every bar like it’s a cold case.
This ain’t just a track; it’s a full-on exorcism, clocking in at four-plus minutes of razor-wire flows over Eight8’s sparse, menacing beat—think rattling snares and ominous bass that let CHIP’s syllables slice through like a shank in the dark. Grime at its purest: no Auto-Tune crutches, just rapid-fire multis and cultural gut-punches that flip playground taunts into indictments.
Thematically, it’s a veteran’s ledger of betrayals—ungrateful protégés (shout to Ambush Buzzworl for sparking this with his own jabs), name-drops from Stormzy to Central Cee as collateral in the crossfire, all wrapped in that raw plea for respect after years of lifting the scene. Lines like “You Got A’s And Got Kicked Out Of School / I Got A’s And Got Kicked Out Of School” hit like shared scars turned weapons, while the intro’s chaotic voicemail-style ramble sets a frantic, almost confessional tone. It’s CHIP airing the family laundry: helping hands bitten, clout chased at his expense, mental health nods amid the madness. Dropped as a visualiser on YouTube, it’s already spawned TikTok breakdowns and X threads debating if Ambush fires back—classic grime chess, where every move echoes.
Standalone for now, but this feels like the spark for CHIP’s ’26 blueprint, building on his 2024 Lap 03 tape that reclaimed his pen game post-hiatus. No album tease yet, just pure clash fuel, with Eight8’s production keeping it lean and lethal—echoes of those early 2010s pirate radio clashes that put CHIP on maps from Tottenham to the world.
At 35, CHIP’s in godfather mode, the dude who schooled a generation from Wiley’s crew to Stormzy’s send in ’20, now flipping the script on his own legacy. Fresh off sold-out O2 shows and that viral “Oopsy” revival, he’s evolved from flashy takeover king to lyrical surgeon—less about the hype, more about the receipts. “Plugged Out” screams he’s still the blueprint: battle-tested, unbowed, and ready to remind the kids why grime bows to no one.
Dive into the PLUGGED OUT lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other CHIP tracks for more of his razor-sharp grime clashes.
Lyrics of PLUGGED OUT by CHIP
And Also, And Also, Yeah
“Help Me, Nigga. Help Me.”
You Know What I’m Saying?
Help Me, F**king, Um…
Yeah, Bruv, Help Me, Bro
You Know What I’m Saying?
If You Stay In Communication With Man
If You Keep Man Dere, Then That’s Helping, Man
You Know What I’m Trying To Say?
If You Preach Something And Then Be Like
“Yo, I Don’t Know What I’ll Do.”
You Know, That’s- That’s Helping, Man
You Get It? But Obviously, It’s- It’s So Mad
Because It’s Like, Yeah
To- To Me, That’s What I’m Saying Is It’s- It’s Bro Like
But You Might Be Looking At Man Just Like- Like Anything
Cuz Quite Obviously, You’ve Been In This Ting For Forever Or Whatever
You’ve Done So Much For Everyone, Innit
So, You Just Might Be Looking At It Like A Colleague Ting Or- Or Whatever, Innit
But The Way I See You Is Different, Innit
I’m Just Trying To Say You, Skep, Hollow
Like All- All These Men That Helped Man On The Way Up, Fam, You Get What I’m Trying To Say?
It’s Like, Bro, On Top Of The Fact That Man Grew Up In The United States
It’s Like Bro, How Can I Look Respected, Bro?
Yo Eight
Alright, I’m Harmless Then
I Don’t Play Righteous, I Ain’t Got Dreads
How You Gonna Act Like It’s Me That Breads?
Can You Hear Yourself? Shit Doesn’t Make Sense
I Don’t Really Care About Snakes In The Grass
Music’s Mad, I’ve Had Snakes In My Yard
You Ain’t Shot More People Than Guns In Your Bars
And We Know You Ain’t Going Broadwater Farm
I Can’t Correct Every Lie Through His Teeth
But Everyone Knows That I Don’t Sell Weed
But If You Come Round, Then There’s Packs On The Floor
But I Tramp On A Chair, Bet He Wants One Free
F**kboy, Honestly, You’ve Got A Nerve
Jokeman, I Should Have Charged You For The Verse
See The Mc’s That I Cooked That You Name
Let Them Rest In Peace, They Ain’t Looking This Work
Suckered Boy Stop The Glazing
And Go Get A Verse From The People You’re Naming
Rewriting History, Everyone See Me Help You
That’s Why I Can’t Hear What You’re Claiming
Last Few Years, You’ve Been Fighting Blogs
Last Few Years, You’ve Been Touching Girls
Bars About What You’ve Done To Ray Black
Carry On Till I Get Her On A Tune As Well
You Flicked A Titty, Room Read Wrong, No Diddy
Bro, Your Mental Case
If That Was My Chick, We Ain’t Leaving, Bad Boy
You At Least Getting Mace In Your Face
Better Stay In Your Place
Playground Bully, Sorry Not Today
Ten Minutes To Rebuttal This Eediyat
Give A F**k About Jumpy, Delete It
You Should Have Got Ice Kid On Your Remix
You Couldn’t Get Ice Kid On Your Remix
And If You Got Ice Kid On Your Remix Now
What Do You Think That Imma Do Next?
Boy, Stop With The Tweakin’, Leave It
You Little Speng
You Ain’t The Best In Camden With A Pen
Take Your Testosterone Somewhere Else
You Batty Boy, I Don’t Need Passion From Men
Lemme Tell You Something About Grime, You Cheat
For A Set, Mc’s Don’t Charge Mc’s
Crying Cuz You Ain’t Got A Home In Grime
Jokeman, Hit One Of Your Airbnbs
Why You Nominated Man To Clash Me?
I Rate Them And They Rate Me, That’s The Facts
Stormzy, Stormzy, Stormzy, Stormzy, Chat
B**ch Get Off His D**k, You’re Gettin’ Mad
Mental Health But Think You’re In Your Bag
When Life Catches Up With You, I’m Gonna Laugh
You Thinking That It’s Thinking About A Clash
P, That’s My Dargy, That Is That
Ten Just Came From Q With Instant Wiring
Can’t Be Weed, Just Smoking, What’s It Wired With?
No, I’m Not Dave Or Central Cee
Ask Cench And He’ll Tell You It’s Me Who Inspired Him
Oh, What A Being
The Biggest Part Of Your Story Got Me In
The Biggest Song In Your Life Got Me On
Just Another One I Wish I Ain’t Be On
Like, Come On Man A Household
A Man Come Bust Off Me
It’s Just Not The Same If Man Come For You
F**k With Me And Now It’s F**ked For You
I Don’t F**k With You Or Who F**ks With You
Lyrically, I’ll Give You Licks (Eediyat)
Running Joke, Don’t Take The Piss (Joke Man)
A Stranger Touch Your Daughter’s Tits (Huh?)
You Know You Give Them More Than Fists
I Love That Half Them Spitters You Named
You Made Clear In A Test For Me
This Part, I Got The Recipe
Get Cooked, Now You Look Like The Rest, You Neek
You Got A’s And Got Kicked Out Of School
I Got A’s And Got Kicked Out Of School
You Wanna Know Why I Got Kicked Out Of School?
For Banging Tough Guys In The Face Like You (Hmhmhm)
They Tryna To Take Man For A Pick-me
I’m A Big Thirty-five, Not A Pickney (Chippy!)
Imagine I Help Man Busting When They Get Stuck
Their First Options? Diss Me (Huh?)
Can’t Go Gold, Then Diss Me (Wooo)
Can’t Get Platinum, Diss Me (Wooo)
No Debut Album, Diss Me (Wooo)
This Kid Is Talking About Youtube Badness
Doing Crime, Filming It, Miss Me (Wooo)
Golden Boy, Know That’s Tinchy (Wooo)
Who Signed To You? That’s A Mad Ting (Uh?)
Nigga, You In King’s Cross Pantin’ (Oh My God!)
Why Are You Always Shouting? Calm Down
You See Tits And Get Jumpy, Grab Them (Grr!)
This The Straitjacket Anthem (I’m Trolling)
This The Straitjacket Anthem (Bullet!)
Spray The Raid On This Nuisance
Bugging, Buzzing, I Ain’t Wanna Do This
T1’s Come Your House, You Wouldn’t Stay There
I Get No Joy From Making You Look Stupid
M-chat
What’s Your Living Conditions, Rude Boy?
Take A Post In Your Kitchen
What The F**k Was That You F**king Twat?
Name Dropping, Clout Chasing
Stop, Listen
What The Hell? He Meant To Be A Gangster
Literally Begging Man For Help
Realign Your Chakras, You’re A Wanksta
Buckle Down And Focus On Yourself
Remove The E, The R, The E, I’m So Good At Vs
I Show The Mam I’m The Master Of This
If I’m Harmless, Why You Wanna Stripe Off Chip?
Rhetorical, But You Keep Asking For It
Them Boy, That’s A Love, Beg, And Borrow
Can’t Test Spitters From Haringey Borough
Tough Guy Wanna Do The Tough Guy Ting
I Got Tough Guys That Will Come And Buck You Tomorrow
Intro Proves Alone You’re No Thorough
Push Me, I Kill An Mc, No Sorrow
Uh
Hmhmhm
Ungrateful Bastard
In This Game Of Thrones, You Ain’t No John Snow (Hmhmhm)
The F**k?
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