[Intro]
Where?
London
London?
London
London?
Yes, London! You know: fish, chips cup o' tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins, London
[Verse 1: Skepta]
Too many wannabe badboys flexin' like they're so rowdy
Look a badboy straight in the face, tell him I'm a real bad boy, fuck Mike Lowery
I don't take disrespect, neither do the guys that are standing around me
I do it how they didn't wanna do it now they wanna try an do it but I'm telling them 'llow me
When I shut one eye and aim, I hit the target
Ben Cook now sitting at home now try'na figure out how he fucked up his artist
If the game was a tray full of ice cubes then I'll be the coldest and the hardest
The last MC that dissed me, blood on the ceiling, blood on the carpet
See I've got more heart than Tony Hawks but when I'm riding, I ain't ramping
I'm ready for all out war, them man are lying on the floor camping
Man in my hood said keep it professional, Skepta, forget the mad ting
I just say Candyman five times in the mirror but nothing ain't happening
When I say that I stick it in the pussy'ole, cuz it ain't no sexual innuendo
I been producing since Mario Paint on the Super Nintendo
So if a man wants to violate me I will make this beat at the fastest tempo
Kill another MC then go Spain and change my name to Lorenzo
Where?
London
London?
London
London?
Yes, London! You know: fish, chips cup o' tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins, London
[Verse 1: Skepta]
Too many wannabe badboys flexin' like they're so rowdy
Look a badboy straight in the face, tell him I'm a real bad boy, fuck Mike Lowery
I don't take disrespect, neither do the guys that are standing around me
I do it how they didn't wanna do it now they wanna try an do it but I'm telling them 'llow me
When I shut one eye and aim, I hit the target
Ben Cook now sitting at home now try'na figure out how he fucked up his artist
If the game was a tray full of ice cubes then I'll be the coldest and the hardest
The last MC that dissed me, blood on the ceiling, blood on the carpet
See I've got more heart than Tony Hawks but when I'm riding, I ain't ramping
I'm ready for all out war, them man are lying on the floor camping
Man in my hood said keep it professional, Skepta, forget the mad ting
I just say Candyman five times in the mirror but nothing ain't happening
When I say that I stick it in the pussy'ole, cuz it ain't no sexual innuendo
I been producing since Mario Paint on the Super Nintendo
So if a man wants to violate me I will make this beat at the fastest tempo
Kill another MC then go Spain and change my name to Lorenzo
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