Sort It Out Sharon Dusky (Ft. Wiley)

[Verse 1: Wiley]
I can lift up your sound with one shell to your speakers
You don't want it with this Boy Better Know speaker
Tell Solo feed man to the lions
I'm a street kid, straight up
Far from a preacher
But I gather knowledge, how I listened to my teachers
And if you are not on my radar, am I gonna beep ya
How about, nobody's ready for my team
All that pussy or money won't fulfil your dreams
I'm tellin' ya
You're so wack and now nobody's bellin' ya
All that ain't what it seems
I ain't on the riddim trying to crush dreams
No it ain't that
Drive the game 'til they ain't got brake pads
Been in every whip, from a Range to a Maybach
I hate cars, now I'm looking for a payback
Stay back, stay back
Cause I see an idiot trying it
So I got to load 'em, set 'em and spray back
You can take that how you take that
While you're roaming the street like a stray cat
When I said I feel strong like Rocky
No blud, I never ever meant A$AP
I'm at the top, ain't nothing going to change that
Perform art, so it's fate that I chase that
Told you before rudeboy
If there's a doubt in your mind, better erase that
Yo, I just lit up a sound with one shell to your system
Can't stop the winner, I'm persistent
Even if I tried, couldn't do what I do with an assistant
Gotta be alone if I'm going on a mission
I was there in the old days of grime
All the time, that's why I don't miss them
If you ask me, we've got to leave them days in the distance
Cause in 20 years I've travelled a distance
That's why I feel distant
That's why I can't be under restriction
I told them, just in case you ain't ready for the hype
I've got the bars to make you feel edgy for the night