[Intro Skepta] Yeah, its tune of the month, is he dumb? I dont care how long he put it out. Im riding it Yeah, Skepta, send it out to Rebound X, nothing long Yo [Verse 1 Skepta] You see the top four crews in the game? Im in them If you dont like me, do something then Too many screwfaces, I aint in them I want paper, dibby dibby wages, I aint in them My crew put five 20 pound notes in a roulette machine and spin them Anybody get rude, I clench my fist and chin them Forget a mash, forget a clash Theyre trash, Ill bin them I dont wanna lyrical swing, I will physically swing them Thats why I havent clashed anybody since lum sum den sum wun sen If I hear man say my name, Ill ring them If I hear any gun talk on my 3310 Find out where they are and link them Headlock, powerdrive and pin them [Verse 2 Jme] I dont know where you think youre going With them one, two likkle bars, deadout Clash me, youll get a par You know my face, Jamie Adenuga I dont care what manaman thinks I heard your mixtape and it stinks How you perform when youre on stage Smells exactly like your mixtape When I spray, everyone gets haps Jumping about, shouting BRAP! BRAP! Doing bare tings with their hands Thats how you know mans got bare fans You aint got anyone but cats About you got bredrins and that Dont try a ting, man aint an eediat Tell you to shh hut yuh muh, dead [Verse 3 Skepta] Joseph, but Im not your average Joe though I will murk your whole team on a solo Cause Im massive in the game, youre a midget in the game Im like Pizza Hut and youre like Pizza Gogo Me wife a ho? Thats a nono Never give no girl my last Rolo Cause Im still getting thoughts of my girl Going up and down on her ex man like a yoyo But forget that, Im Skepta, take a photo Black Tshirt, Boy Better Know logo Man know, Im still in the bits, so when they see me they say, Wah gwan, sho sho Bun traffic, I dont go flow I just come off my twoyear ban Im still bussing off illegal Uies in front of the popo Red light, but I still go though Go on then [Verse 4 Jme] Jamie and I get deep on the dubs Vocals never sound weak on the dubs Man say they wanna hear me dubs on the dubs I can spit fast like D Doubs on the dubs My dubs are deep dissing mums on the dubs Your dubs are cheap like subs on the dubs Hear my voice in the clubs on the dubs Strong like a guy at the pub on the dubs Jamie, I get deep on the dubs Vocals never sound weak on the dubs Man say they wanna hear me dubs on the dubs I can spit fast like D Doubs on the dubs My dubs are deep like dissing mums on the dubs Your dubs are cheap like subs on the dubs Hear my voice in the clubs on the dubs Strong like a guy at the pub on the dubs [Verse 5 Skepta] I know you wrote that lyric for me and Jme So dont even bother explaining it Your gun talk, Im not entertaining it I show love but they aint embracing it Stop talking like your voice has bass in it Ive got the title and none of you are taking it Youll get an action replay Lord of the Mics 2 If you write a bar with my name in it Im the best, theres no escaping it When Im on the radio, man are taping it Im gonna keep on spitting till I get a house And a car with a bassbox and a face in it You man have been on the road for too long Stop spending your money, start saving Youre getting old now, you never used to have a beard Now youre shaving, use your head, youve got a brain [Verse 6 Jme] Dickhead, wasteman, poomplex Dont know what youre thinking, but its not me and you spitting in the same room flex When I enter, you exit cah You said shit bout me and Skepta Now shit cant be perfect cah You let the situation get complex When Im in the bits Your diaphragm, sucks in a bit I bring the pressure, I make the hits Skepta made six MCs quit Thats right, next MCs cant test me Skepta, H, Bossman, Pabs, Prez T You know I come with every Catch me in Sidewinder, Eski [Verse 7 Skepta] I go to many different dances Some of them are not safe but I take chances I got friends in different ends Thats why my family tree has got so many branches Im a big artist and I know my name is on your tongue like shoelaces Thats why you see me surfing the net Looking at these fake gangsters MySpaces On this ting, remember their faces Look at their top friends, clock their faces The way these black man hate me Cause Im a black MC, you wouldve thought they were racist I dont talk greaze on a regular basis But I used to roll with the ball and the cue like Steve Davis And you wont ever hear me boasting about any likkle babylon chases [Verse 8 Jme] For any rave, when I come around Everybody knows whats going down Im on this ting, look at my face Dont get rude! Know your place Drink your drink or just blaze your zoot Pretend youre on the phone if you need to Cant jack me, cant rob me, cant screw Cause Im a badboy just like you I dont think he heard what you said This MC aint heard what I said Skepta, he didnt hear what I said If he cant hear, hell feel instead I dont think he heard what you said This MC aint heard what I said Skepta, he didnt hear what you said If he cant hear, hell feel [Verse 9 Skepta] Temple tourer, champagne pourer Winchmore warrior, class A courier Grime scene ambassador, duppy maker .44 saviour, Ally Pally jungle raver Entry ticket and a borer Fresh haircut with a side parting and a border Selby centre explorer, private ahh [Outro] YO NASA! NASA, NASA, LIFTOFF! FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE...
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