Eyes Closed Wiley (Ft. Jammer)

[Intro]
Eskiboy
Wickedest MC alive, shut (Your mouth)
Yo
Listen

[Verse 1: Wiley]
My hype ain't dried up
What do you mean line up?
Now we can't see you
Rude boy climb up
Tell me what makes you think that my time's up
Not because we don't work, 'cause we're riders
Please, you can't overcome my luck
You can't stop my sales from flying up
The hype them man have, it's all drying up
I'm on the road all week, got the mix CD
In the back of the cars, I'm supplying the shops
The game's frying up
Your shoelace needs tying up
Don't make sense, any one at home, start crying up
Think you're fly, but nah, but you're not fly enough
Go to Foot Locker rude boy, you don't buy enough
You don't fly in the sky enough
Maybe your girl don't cry enough
Or is it that you don't try enough?
Come to war, half-hearted, fire up
Ain't no easy ride
I've been around since old soundman used to wire up
If your tire is flat pump your tire up
Go shopping, it's the rail I'm buying up
You can't follow my trail, you ain't fly enough
Flyboy, flyboy
I'm not a just come yout, type my number in then dial up
Told you already that you wouldn't get wile up
People don't listen, instead they wanna smile up
I knew it, look at my sales, they're all flying up
And I heard one yout trying to say that my time's up
Fuck that, I take the level of grime up
Crime up, pick who's wife up?
Pick whose wife up?
You pick your knife, I draw my sword out
End of the night, blaze lemons
And you'll be all pied up
I'm the reason that E3 likes your Maximum dubplate hype tune
Made young kids wanna bite you
And just because I'm a light yout
Talented artists, I like to explain how I'm the best grime artist in the world
Don't believe me? Ask your girl
Won't push my luck and I won't get stuck
You've had a good day but now your time's up