Are You Ready Skepta (Ft. Wiley)

[Verse 1: Skepta]
Hmm, wow, yeah...always ready
The black Nigerian's way too heavy
Every time I open my mouth blud
I say a lyric and another MC gets buried
Yeah 6 feet under
Leave a hole in your jumper
When the big skeng rings out like a private number
Ring ring, talk to the answer machine
Yo, Frisco, pass the machine
I just wanna do my part for the scene
I'm a big man but they wanna see me act like I'm 15
Nah fam it's a big man ting so please stop watching the whip man's in
I don't wanna be no funky house DJ
But they got me on a weak man ting

[Hook: Wiley]
You can't threaten me with no badman talk I'm not scared sorry man
You can't threaten me with no badman talk I'm not scared sorry man
You can't threaten me with no badman talk I'm not scared sorry man
I swing so much now I don't give a monkeys
Swing from tree to tree just like monkeys

[Verse 2: Skepta]
So man wanna war me, record me
Lights, camera, action
Who produces anthem after anthem? (Me)
Skepta, The Microphone Champion
Some people can't see that you will never win a lyrical war with me
So I'm gonna call this one Lord of the Mics Part 3
And murder another 25 MCs
So dig me a larger grave
Spray my ting like aftershave
It's gonna be a par today
When your heartbeat stops and you pass away
Trust me it's all easy to me
I'm champagne, you're Lambrini to me
Dunno why you're talking greazy to me
When I'm Rodney Price, you're Beenie to me