Step 2 Wiley

[Intro]
It's all fun and games, till!
Hail up the East London massive, South London, North London, West London
Fire!

[Verse 1]
This ain't your place
This ain't your race
You're not a G on the mic, yeah that's waste
I've been alive in the game for the last great hype
But nobody knows your face these times
Are you serious?
These times are treacherous
You ain't hearing us
Never seen the past spitter who stopped for too long
Hop on the mic and step near to us
I'm steady on them it's a'ight
Would you really want the mic is
Course you got a hype for the nisai
I'm not a prick I will out your lizai
Turn the chains, spitters ain't getting no strizaips
I'm like water, flowing through your prizaips
Supplying the homes, and you need these lizaits
Been here before
Been here for sure
I been here for beef
I been here for dope
Been here for war I connect all four
Like cities on a tour
Not a shit spitter, witty but I'm raw
I never see another spitter kickin off door
They be sleeping on the floor when I'm rippin another door
Suck your mum cuz, that's what I want to say
So what do you want to do blood? What do you want to say?
Like "What did he say?"
That's what I said
You know I never pet I kill a sound boy dead, d-d-dead
Gimme a plus one I roll with the
Sklakum!
I got money and a brain
I pack 'em!
I asked D double E if I'm bad on the mic
If he ever said no I will clap him!
I ain't lying
Everybody want to kill me off, I ain't dying
Stop trying
Stop running your mouth, and stop lying
I ransack everybody's house, walk out and tell my hood dons
"It's your time to fly in"