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Stormzy has returned with a new single and has dropped a cameo-packed music video to go with it, featuring the likes of some huge names from Usain Bolt and Dave to Headie One and Louis Theroux.

Stormzy has sent the internet into meltdown after releasing a surprise new single called ‘Mel Made Me Do It’.

It’s not just the song that sent fans into a frenzy after he dropped an equally impressive music video, which featured a whole array of cameos from some huge stars.

From fellow rappers Dave, Headie One and Little Simz to TV personalities Louis Theroux and Jonathan Ross - Stormzy provided it all in his new track.

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The new single is thought to be part of the ‘Vossi Bop’ artist’s upcoming third album, which he teased back and March and said would be expected to drop before the end of the year.

Here’s a look inside the lyrics to ‘Mel Made Me Do It’ and which stars appeared in the music video…

A star-studded line-up of stars appeared in Stormzy’s new music video, from artists to TV hosts to football legends and actors.

The rapper has even been praised for the touching monologue narration by screenwriter and actress Michaela Coel as well as the sweet tribute paid to Jamal Edwards, MBE, MBA, PHD, who passed away in February.

Here’s a list of some of the stars who appeared in ‘Mel Made Me Do It’:

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The title of Stormzy’s new track ‘Mel Made Me Do It’ gives a nod to the rapper’s close friend and personal stylist who goes by the name of Melissa’s Wardrobe and often has people trending the hashtag #MelMadeMeDoIt when people purchase an item she has styled/worn.

Meanwhile, the lyrics of ‘Mel Made Me Do It’ takes us through Stormzy’s comeback to music as he details and subtly shows off his legacy thus far while allowing a moment to praise himself for his legendary status.

Here’s a look at the full lyrics:

[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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