[Beat 1: Skepta]
Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again
See the Devil ain't working, no more no more "vroom my long again"
And if I smell any fire in the building turn them sprinklers on again
I leave your whole clique wet
Thought we died but now I'm in the born again
Swing my nine again, I ain't finished yet
Here he goes again, heard a tune called "Who's Got Lyrics?"
I made a tune called "Stupid Question"
Fam I got flows again, I write the wickedest lyrics, yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black-track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's nothing, leave them
Bare skeng talk, I can't believe them
The red and white R6 I'll leave them
Ed Hardy glasses I can't see them
So why you talking like you can't die?
One bullet in each lung, breath then then, you see you're sounding wheezy
And I heard your CD, you and your mandem are talking greazy
I just tell a man like D-E-E, come on, come on
Do you really think I give two shits if you're greazy?
I don't think so, you man ain't seen greazy yet
When my mandem pop it off, your manna will fly into the sky like EasyJet
Cause I'm back in my zone again, it's mental
Listening to the same instrumental
Staying up so late my eyes start looking oriental
And this pen is so temperamental, it's mental
I get money but you still see me in a rental
Shaking the petrol pump, tryna get the last bits of petrol
Cause I'm famous, I keep it normal still
Real recognise real, recognise real
I'm so real, the nurse that brought me
Will recognise me when I'm forty
Like Shorty I've been real from day
I see MC's I don't carry on away
So why would they wanna hate us when its 2008?
Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again
See the Devil ain't working, no more no more "vroom my long again"
And if I smell any fire in the building turn them sprinklers on again
I leave your whole clique wet
Thought we died but now I'm in the born again
Swing my nine again, I ain't finished yet
Here he goes again, heard a tune called "Who's Got Lyrics?"
I made a tune called "Stupid Question"
Fam I got flows again, I write the wickedest lyrics, yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black-track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's nothing, leave them
Bare skeng talk, I can't believe them
The red and white R6 I'll leave them
Ed Hardy glasses I can't see them
So why you talking like you can't die?
One bullet in each lung, breath then then, you see you're sounding wheezy
And I heard your CD, you and your mandem are talking greazy
I just tell a man like D-E-E, come on, come on
Do you really think I give two shits if you're greazy?
I don't think so, you man ain't seen greazy yet
When my mandem pop it off, your manna will fly into the sky like EasyJet
Cause I'm back in my zone again, it's mental
Listening to the same instrumental
Staying up so late my eyes start looking oriental
And this pen is so temperamental, it's mental
I get money but you still see me in a rental
Shaking the petrol pump, tryna get the last bits of petrol
Cause I'm famous, I keep it normal still
Real recognise real, recognise real
I'm so real, the nurse that brought me
Will recognise me when I'm forty
Like Shorty I've been real from day
I see MC's I don't carry on away
So why would they wanna hate us when its 2008?
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