Stormzy 'Mel Made Me Do It' lyrics meaning revealed

23 September 2022, 12:17

Stormzy has returned with a new single, and here is a look inside the lyrics to 'Mel Made Me Do It'.

Stormzy is back with a bang after releasing his first solo single in three years titled 'Mel Made Me Do It'.

The seven-minute song features some seriously heavy bars, and takes us through his comeback to music as he flaunts his position and legacy as a GOAT.

'Mel Made Me Do It' refers to the rapper's close friend and personal stylist who goes by Melissa's Wardrobe and uses the hashtag #MelMadeMeDoIt when people buy an item she has styled/worn.

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Stormzy and Mel
Stormzy and Mel. Picture: Instagram

Not only did Big Mike release a legendary song, he also dropped a ten-minute video which features a star-studded cast of celebrity appearances.

During the video, Stormzy squeezed in plenty of cameos from almost 50 people including Ian Wright, Dave and Little Simz.

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Here's a breakdown of the lyrics for 'Mel Made Me Do It'.

Stormzy's new video featured an all-star lineup of cameos.
Stormzy's new video featured an all-star lineup of cameos. Picture: Instagram

"Aight, tell me why oh why would I reply to him?"

This is likely a reference to Chip, who has called Stormzy out in the past in a succession of diss tracks, which Stormzy has never responded to with a reply track.

Stormzy performing this year
Stormzy performing this year. Picture: Getty Images

"What can I say? I'm like a young black Biden with a trim (Woo)"

Stormzy is elevating himself to that of US president Joe Biden, just with a better haircut. He refers to himself as the 'GOAT' in his new track, and this comparison to such a notable political figure reinforces this.

Skepta, Dave and Stormzy
Skepta, Dave and Stormzy. Picture: Getty Images

"I J Hus'tle and I'm MoStack'ing they wanna catch me on the roads lacking"

Stormzy is referring to two British rappers - J Hus and MoStack. Additionally, this suggests Big Mike hustles and stacks money.

J Hus (pictured) and MoStack get a shoutout in Stormzy's new single
J Hus (pictured) and MoStack get a shoutout in Stormzy's new single. Picture: Getty Images

See the full lyrics to 'Mel Made Me Do It' below:

[Intro: Stormzy & Abigail Owuo]
(I'm not going economy, no way)
Jheeze, ay, hahahahaha
Ay, mummy
(I'm claiming it, man)
Claim it, Amen
(I'm claiming it)
Claim it, haha
(I said, "I'm not going econ-, on uhm, economy")
Yeah, right, why
(Stormzy is my son)
Brap, brap[Verse]
I've been the goat for so long I guess it's not exciting when I win
Boohoo, someone grab the violins
Every time I try a ting, top bins like Haile when he sings
So of course, they don't like me, I'm the king
Aight, tell me why oh why would I reply to him?
I leave him hanging like Kyrie on the rim, hm
Where do I begin? I wear the 5990 in the gym
I got a thing for shiny little things
What can I say? I'm like a young black Biden with a trim (Woo)
Presidential when I'm ridin' in the Bimz
Taking pictures with my cameraman, I'm shining in my skin
For eight-figures I'm Aubameyang, I go and sign the ting
Aight, I never wonder about who I could've been, 'cah I'm here
Rose Gold frosted or ceramic
Told bro spin it so he span it
We are not the same, big Mike's from a whole different—
Top bins, what a set piece, fling it in the net
Could've Jet Li kick him 'till he bled
And I'm rent-free living in their head
What's that quote? Ooh, kill them with success
Talking smoke, please, give it all a—
Still dripping in finesse (God damn!)
Man I got figures and flows I'm a different kind of F
Got a Lambo and a Rolls, that's a different kind of cheque
And I said I was the G.O.A.T, they didn't listen when I—, ay
Any time I do a big fletch, just ignore me
N***** wanna hear my side of the story
N***** wanna hear a n***** chat like it's Maury
F*** that, you n***** better bask in my glory
They call me to slide through the store 'cah I'm so pattern
To be fair we don't go Hatton
We don't tell lies
I think the kids call it no cappin'
The boys rough but the flows satin
I J Hus'tle and I'm MoStack'ing, they wanna' catch me on the roads lacking
You better pray that it don't happen (N*****)
And I don't sell drugs, still I'm dope rappin'
Have your whole pattern Stiff Chocolate with the book
To be fair, I don't feel Twitter
Getting told I'm not a real spitter by some broke-a*** bill splitter
Listen, n****, you got bigger fish to fry, like
If I ever see your girlfriend in Dubai, oh Lord
Party on the boat she's onboard and the Birkin is a bag you can't afford, and she'd like one
Do the maths you ain't the right one
It's alright, son, we'll send her back before the night's done
I wrote one, light one, eight-out-of-ten
She's my aight one, think of a hit then I write one
On when I sight one
This my, this my Ghanaian flow, it's a tight one
If she pretty then I put her on a flight
I put her on a jet if her p**** wait—
Look, my nephews are listening, my chef should be Michelin
There's guests in my kitchen and my left wrist is glistening
And my tunes getting played from a set to a christening
They're p****d on the net 'cause I said I ain't listening
Ugh, real n***** know it's all positioning
Real n***** know I'm not the victim
Alright, I am I'll take the L, they hype the 'gram
They tell their jokes to spite the man
I feed my folks, they bite my hand
I do the most, I'll fly to Cannes to watch a film, then bye, alright
Headline Reading and Leeds like it's easy
Funny when they talk about the game 'cah it needs me
N***** wanna hear a n**** spill it all to Zeze
F**k that, you n***** didn't know that I'm greazy
It's easy, man talk s**t until they see me
Believe me, all you n***** give me (Heebie jeebies)
Word to Lauryn, I will die on this Hill
You little n***** two figures shy on my deal
Someone slide me the bill (Okay, I got it)
What my eyes don't see, the Messiah reveals
If it all goes left, give Jasiah my will
'Cah I guess I'm just the bredda that they're dying to kill, ah (Woo)
Your boys mad dark, still I shine like a grill
Yeah, I'm healthy and I'm blessed but I rhyme like I'm ill
Line bagger, holding on the line like Kalil, ooh (Ooh, ooh)
I live a life that they try to fulfil
So they hate on my name but admire my skill
And before I touch stage, gotta' wire my 'mil, ah
My n***** do drill that was prior to drill
If you see me with my dragons lookin' fly in the field
Know Khaleesi couldn't fathom all the fire I spill, nah
You old washed n***** should retire, for real
There's a time you should move, and a time to be still
There's a time to destroy and a time to rebuild
But all I see is washed up Godfathers and washed up podcasters
I own all my masters, I ain't got masters
I throw a party on the yacht and wear my Yacht Master
They think I just chart top, but I'm the top charter
Gaffer like I'm Scott Parker
From when the mandem use to rock parka's
I am Nasty, but I'm not Marcus
Genius, I could've clocked Harvard
My n***** slide but they are not dancers
Dead rappers wanna swap chargers
Nah, I mean they wanna swap stances
Nah, I mean they wanna trade places
Get to scrappin' like I ain't famous
Have you dashing like you're Dwain Chambers
Follow fashion, man, you fake greatness
To make a classic, yeah, it takes ages
But I still do it like my mate David
Nah, I mean like my bro Dave
Me and MIST, that's a close shave
They fear this but they won't say, I'm the nearest on a cold day
They love to talk about the old days
Them man are old like, "Annie, are you okay?"
I prefer not to speak like I'm José
(I prefer really not to, uhm, not to speak, If I speak I am in, in big trouble) (Woo)
This is what I meant when I said what I said
I got whips in my drive, pretty women in my bed
My accolades are bigger than my head
Stylo told me, "Kill 'em 'til they're dead"
(The killy'dem ah carry one inna di head, Don Dada, kick arff face with bank robber)
If it's a ting then I'll just pattern it like Trev, ay
Man I got 'tec's like I'm Kylian, punch like I'm Dillian
Walk in a gym and I bump into William
Yeah, the S on chest, yeah, that stands for "Success"
But the M on my hairline stands for my millions
Ah, I got a brilliant car
I got a brilliant team, they wanna' bring up my past becah I'm living my dream
What we achieved ain't a shock 'cah we knew it
We just stepped all clean and said, "Mel made me do it", ow
Now there's not enough space in my wardrobe
Benjart fitted on my waist and my torso
N***** keep on thinking I'm a chief, oh you thought so?
Chatty patty n*****, man, you n***** need a talk show
I've never seen real dons turn Loose Women
Sleep real good, fresh sheets, new linen
If we ever played a game called "Guess Who's Winning?"
Then you'll open up the door, I'll be in the room chillin'
There'll never be a time where me and you's are twinning
Why? Different status, my chicks the baddest
You know the bags Chanel, the trips to Paris
And if your boys a King, the bits a palace
Okay, three O2's that I sell-out, man, I'm such a sellout
Might f*** around and bring Adele out
Me and Flipz don't talk like we fell out
Ah, get the hell out, all the s**t I gotta' spell out
Please A-L-L-O-W me
Every time I double-plaque they go and double my P
I was double-spread Mike, now I cover i-D
I wouldn't cover for you d***heads if you covered my—
Ah, I knew they wouldn't like it if I blow
Got all your n***** rattled but you hide it on the low
I'm from the city where they're ridin' with the pole
And now my nephews can't believe that Spider-Man's my bro
Shout Tom, that's my guy, on-top 'til we die
Yeah, I skip through the world, hop-scotch to Dubai
There's a lot to divide but my God will provide
Couldn't get to where I'm going if you hopped in my—
I got TJ tellin' me we're done
I said, "I thought I have an hour left?"
Ah, man, my enemies are out of breath
I pray, then I fast, then I counter press
Spent a week in the sticks, but tonight I'm at my South address
Ah, you know how it gets
Holy Spirit, that's just how I'm blessed
Aight, twenty bags for my shower head, a n**** gotta' shower fresh
You little boys are out your depth
Know I got Ashford on the yard and Yianni on the wrap
I mean I'm Yianni on the rap
I'm the best at what I do, they think I'm braggin' on the track
But I'm flexing 'cah it's true, and if you went and run it back
You'd know I'd left you with the truth
Because cars don't make you this lit
The money don't make you this good
The plaques don't make you this cold
Give a f*** what my s**t sold
I buss a rhyme when I'm in flip mode, you p***** know
The boy's just way too nice so you always see my music on the shelf
I've been the G.O.A.T for so long that they never hype a n**** up
So I guess I gotta do it to myself, boy

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