[Intro]
Shh hut yuh muh
Joseph Junior Adenuga
Old tight Kane
Skepta on the microphone
Oi Dan Stacey, I know you can see me
Yo
[Verse 1: Skepta]
I used to put 13 scores in my mouth, & start chopping up a next ounce with H
Can't chat to Meridian about weight, u man wouldn’t even know what to do with an 8
You say you’re balling on the 24, you’re still tryna move it on the 8th
Them boys don’t know 'bout Tanitas with the batteries held in with Sellotape
You would’ve thought you were looking at your date of birth when I put my food on the scales
When I get shift I start biting my nails
Never ever been an informer, never told tales
I roll with 4 black males, feds better lock us in separate jails
Dizzee Rascal should’ve phoned my phone 'cause we regulate all the class A sales
[Verse 2: Kano]
My flow’s still big, realness, nigga wheel this, bloodclart track 'cause niggas feel this
No matter how big though niggas will diss, even though I caught this lyric illness
Colder than flu you say you married the game that’s why it sounds like this was borrowed & blue
Mix old & new, make hit minder but one priority that the kids know the truth
They know it's who? K to the fuckin' A with the flow ain't nobody touching
We seen your videos know that you’re nothing, nuff man, champagne, nobody bussin
We locked the game u can't get a touch in, nigga I'm like Mourinho sub him
Track murderer before Rihanna and I made mic check before Santana
Presidential flow, badder than Bush, out with the brap in widda zoop zoop
Fuck boundaries they’re bound to be pushed, the calm before the storm nigga though shush
Shush, it's all so quiet fuck that shit I predict a riot, 'cause I'm still on the grind of writers so ring the alarm the other sound that's dying
I put in my work you're skiving, I chipped in you're still arriving
I'm nice and you're surviving, you ain't sold no record you're lying
And for the record, still got the mixtape shit on lock too and I'm 'pon lock too
That's 21 if you didn't know it, yeah that's 32 & I'm still going
From bar 1 I said reload it but it took 4 bars for you to notice
Hit 8 bars I was like hold this, way too bonkers that's what the flow is
And I never wrote a 16 so quick, 24 more you ain't fuckin' widda team
That's how I know I'm so sick, 40 bars u ain't fuckin' with me
Shh hut yuh muh
Joseph Junior Adenuga
Old tight Kane
Skepta on the microphone
Oi Dan Stacey, I know you can see me
Yo
[Verse 1: Skepta]
I used to put 13 scores in my mouth, & start chopping up a next ounce with H
Can't chat to Meridian about weight, u man wouldn’t even know what to do with an 8
You say you’re balling on the 24, you’re still tryna move it on the 8th
Them boys don’t know 'bout Tanitas with the batteries held in with Sellotape
You would’ve thought you were looking at your date of birth when I put my food on the scales
When I get shift I start biting my nails
Never ever been an informer, never told tales
I roll with 4 black males, feds better lock us in separate jails
Dizzee Rascal should’ve phoned my phone 'cause we regulate all the class A sales
[Verse 2: Kano]
My flow’s still big, realness, nigga wheel this, bloodclart track 'cause niggas feel this
No matter how big though niggas will diss, even though I caught this lyric illness
Colder than flu you say you married the game that’s why it sounds like this was borrowed & blue
Mix old & new, make hit minder but one priority that the kids know the truth
They know it's who? K to the fuckin' A with the flow ain't nobody touching
We seen your videos know that you’re nothing, nuff man, champagne, nobody bussin
We locked the game u can't get a touch in, nigga I'm like Mourinho sub him
Track murderer before Rihanna and I made mic check before Santana
Presidential flow, badder than Bush, out with the brap in widda zoop zoop
Fuck boundaries they’re bound to be pushed, the calm before the storm nigga though shush
Shush, it's all so quiet fuck that shit I predict a riot, 'cause I'm still on the grind of writers so ring the alarm the other sound that's dying
I put in my work you're skiving, I chipped in you're still arriving
I'm nice and you're surviving, you ain't sold no record you're lying
And for the record, still got the mixtape shit on lock too and I'm 'pon lock too
That's 21 if you didn't know it, yeah that's 32 & I'm still going
From bar 1 I said reload it but it took 4 bars for you to notice
Hit 8 bars I was like hold this, way too bonkers that's what the flow is
And I never wrote a 16 so quick, 24 more you ain't fuckin' widda team
That's how I know I'm so sick, 40 bars u ain't fuckin' with me
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