Sirens (From Ireland) Lyrics by Skepta & Finessekid
Ay yo
Greaze
Yeah
Too much CCTV, nah, I don’t really wanna get violent
But you can get a punch from Ireland
Or you can get a kick from Thailand
Slap from Nigeria make you start hearing sirens
Woo woo woo!
Ṣẹ n gbọhun ti mo n sọ?
We had to dysfunction that function
Gave him a slap from South West London
Caused that conundrum
Now he can’t function
Try cause a disruption
I can’t lie like them man do
I hear it, but I don’t trust them
It’s make-believe
Corruption
Cah they’re not like that when I buck them
It’s easy to see that you don’t get paid
You man are stressed, it shows
All of that talk about taking risks
He saw the skeng, he froze
Stepped out in his bestest clothes
Now you’re in a hospital with your chest exposed
Swing
Dip
T-shirt rip
Mouth too big, should have kept it closed
I rate that he’s backing his bredrin
Now I’m gonna see what they’re both on
I don’t wanna hear “FK, ‘llow me”
I don’t wanna hear “FK, hold on”
Left
Weave
Right
Now it looks like he got *** up
Botox
Are you sure I’m who you wanna step to?
Are you sure I’m who you wanna roll on?
They see me in the cut with Skep
Now they think that I’m BBK
Fully on greaze these days
Them man chat *** these days
That’s why bro spin like they’re CDJs
Plug try give me a CCJ
T B H
I C B A
I still live like GTA
Too much CCTV, nah, I don’t really wanna get violent
But you can get a punch from Ireland
Or you can get a kick from Thailand
Slap from Nigeria make you start hearing sirens
Woo woo woo!
Ṣẹ n gbọhun ti mo n sọ?
We had to dysfunction that function
Gave him a slap from South West London
Caused that conundrum
Now he can’t function
Try cause a disruption
I can’t lie like them man do
I hear it but I don’t trust them
It’s make-believe
Corruption
Cah they’re not like that when I buck them
And we don’t care about your gang
All of your mums, I’ll tell you to suck them
Bro pop that corn, make everyone scatter
If you feel brave, don’t run then
Your boy ran left you, that’s a bad friend
I’m still with the same guys from back then
You know Lash, that’s gangdem
And Dex
Gwan dem!
You wanna be the loudest guy in the room
I came with the quietest dude
And if you heard that he’s live, it’s true
He got a Glock-21 minus two
Say you got riders, we got riders too
And we don’t like to lose
Any funny business, then my guys on you
Now your white tee looking like rice and stew
My young G’s on go
He can’t help it
Tryna turn white tees red velvet
Cah he greedy and he’s selfish
Hopped out and left man Micheal Phelps-ing
Uh huh
Hm
I gave him a jailhouse rock like Elvis, rocked him
And his bredrins weren’t helping
Mind out if I reach for my pelvis
Us, never them, hm
Us, never them, huh
Us, never them, hm
Us, never them, huh
Uh huh
Huh
Uh huh
Hm
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
The Meaning of “Sirens (From Ireland)” by Skepta featuring Finessekid
Skepta just dropped “Sirens (From Ireland)” and it’s that raw, unfiltered energy we’ve been missing. It’s grime in its purest form—tense, percussive, and bristling with that North London attitude. You can feel the urgency in every bar, like he’s not just rapping but reacting to the streets in real time.
Too much CCTV, nah, I don’t really wanna get violent / But you can get a punch from Ireland
That opening hits hard, doesn’t it? It’s not just about threats—it’s about being watched, contained, pushed to a point where violence feels like the only language left. When he says “make you start hearing sirens,” it’s not just a boast; it’s a warning about consequences, about crossing lines in a world where respect is everything.
At its heart, this track is about loyalty and the people who’ve been there from the start. “I’m still with the same guys from back then”—that line says it all. In a scene full of noise and posturing, Skepta’s holding onto what’s real. It’s a reminder that in the end, it’s not about the loudest voice, but the ones you can actually trust.