[Beat 1: Skepta]
Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again

See the devil ain't working, no more no more Voom my long again
And if I smell any fire in the building turn them sprinklers on again
I leave your whole click wet

Thought we died but now I'm in the born again
Swing my nine again, I ain't finished yet
Here he goes again, heard a tune called "Who's Got Lyrics?"

I made a tune called "Stupid Question"
Fam I got flows again, I write the wickedest lyrics, yeh
Disrespect anyone of my bro's again

Fling on my black-track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again


And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's nothing, leave them
Bare !@$#s said I believe them

The red and white R6 I'll leave them Ed-Hardy glasses
I can't see them, So why you talking like you can't die?
One bullet in each lung

Breath then then, you see you're sounding wheezy
And I heard your CD, you and your mandem are talking greazy
I just tell a man like D-EE, come on, come on

Do you really think I give two %#@!s if you're greazy?
I don't think so, you man ain't seen greazy yet
When my mandem pop it off, you're my reward

Fly into the sky like EasyJet

Coz I'm back in my zone again, its mental

Listening to the same instrumental
Staying up so late my eyes start looking oriental
And this pen is so temperamental, its mental

I get money but you still see me in a rental
Shaking the petrol pump, tryna get the last bits of petrol
Coz I'm famous, I keep it normal still

Real recognise real, recognise real
I'm so real, the nurse that brought me
Will recognise me when I'm forty

Like Shorty I've been real from day
I see MC's I don't carry on away
So why would they wanna hate on me when its 2008?

You know what, I would hate me too
If I had the same MySpace views as you
If I saw Skepta go from sitting on a wall

To sitting in a white V6 coup
I think I'm the best and I call it competitive confidence, not vanity
Its not my fault them man got a childish mentality

They don't know how to make a tune for the mainstream
Radio, road man and stage show at the same time
Watch what "Too Many Man" and "Sunglasses At Night" do in 2-00-9

Let me show you why I'm the King of Grime
You write a hundred million different flows
I write that classical line, to last me my whole life time


Yes, I wouldn't like me either
If I had a flow like yours that left no space for a breather

Then Skepta comes around, with a flow that breaks down
More times than a P-reg Vauxhall Tigra,
Book Skepta ain't getting no cheaper, promoters still want me to feature

You're sitting at home telling yourself the swag food you're smoking is a creeper,
Its not creeping, stop lying to yourself fam
You might as well have bought shisha

Too real, nobody realler
Too deep, nobody deeper
Flow like Gus, call me the street sweeper


Yo, its time to get darker
Rise up the cricket bat like Brian Lara

Anybody see any enemies on the Gaza
Empty the clip first, questions after
From time the skeng burst, no more laughter

Them man can't laugh with me
Or fist me, one man soldier
If I'm danger, turn in the gym night stick with a little Linford Christie

Then if I see a fence I'm a hurdler
Jump in your back garden like a burglar
And boy better know the difference between sending for the 9 millimetre and a murderer
Coz I'm so presidential and these yutes ain't respecting the president
But when the war kicks off

You start phoning and texting the president

You think you can take me for a victim
You think I rap way too fast
Now your thinking this grime ting ain't the in ting

But you know what? I hear that killer
But don't mistake me for that, I get mad when I think
Dis ting got me spitting with people like Boya and Saskilla
Look right its not what it looks like
I stay with a gang, live a good life

I used to shot grams on a push bike,
But I want a name-brand like Suge Knight
I took time, I kept a low profile
I had the food that made the cats go wild
Before music, I had a booming line

Fam, Ask T-Mobile

6 o'clock in the morning
I flew out, flew down the road
Flew back, then flew in
My mum knows what I'm doing

And deep down I know she's screwing
I fell asleep with thirteen scores in my mouth
Had a dream about chicken and chips like an idiot, starting chewing
Woke up, started spewing
Thinking when is all this gonna end
I had to open them up and grap them again
I've been on the road, so if the beat needs roll bars

It's nothing, I'll strap them again
Real mandem know I'm certified
You can't school me, I've been there
That's why when you walk in the dance
Little skengman go to, I'm in there
Put your sunglasses on
Dance to me with your sunglasses on


[Beat 2: Skepta]
Some Manors don't like me coz I say I'm the King of Grime
So time after time I show man
I will never let no man diss the programme
Over and over again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man

Put me up against gimmicks, sound-effect-taught skippy-flow man
Don't think that you're cold, you're not ready for the snow man
You dont want drama, trust me, I get hot like lava
So on point in a war the government wanna find out if I've been chattin to Osama
Skepta the K-I-N-G, man start panicking when I MC
Yeah J.A. rules but it's Boy Better Know, it's not Murda I.M.C
Yo, there's some hatin family

Never ever gonna be Made In Family
They got no barz, call them man need-more-training family
Nope, they start ... family
So 1-minute-remaining family
And they got no cars
Some Tesco's bag on their head when it's raining family
My family are some money-making family

Start behaving family, I turn in the electrician and start tazin family
We put holes in skins, dem man are some grazin family
I drop so much %#@!, dem man are still strainin family
Boy Better Know, I'm, I'm
I said Boy Better - yo yo

I'm no snake but you don't wanna clash this python
Coz when I start squeezin fam I make MCs wanna resort to violence
I'm a heavyweight like Mike Tyson
And I'm the king of the ring like Rocky
That's why I don't watch nobody
Got old school MCs sayin "We need some more girls in here" like its Olly Olly Olly
I'm ready for the war anytime when it kicks off
That's why my enemies are pissed off
I'll be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album with a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kriss Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still don't know what time it is ...
Check out my Ed Hardy wristwatch

Actually, check out the jeans, Ed Hardy Factory
Some dumb Ed Hardy creps, walkin with a dumb Ed Hardy bop
I got so much Ed Hardy clothes
I could open my own Ed Hardy shop
But, you man are dry like you ain't creamed before
I shop in a place you ain't seen before
Your Ed Hardy, damn, wearin some Ed Hardy watches you ain't seen before
I'm peakin, me and Stryder become true on a "flee"-ting
Your shopkeeper, he knows it's a P-ting
Walk in the shop on a D Double E ting
Like "Yo boss it's me again, yes it's me again"
Show me your new Ed
My garments, cost an arm and a leg
Man are like "Skeppy, you're kill em dred"
Taliban stylee, we kamakaze, too much star for the party
And if it's not a Boy Better Know or Star in the Hood t-shirt
Then it's gotta be Ed Hardy
Why? Coz I wear my own garms
Might see me on road, I want arms
Told dem "Shut ya mouth, there's no gwarmz"
Rudeboi, wipe ya lip, wipe tha skwarm
Dem way dere, I wear my own garmz
Might see me on road, I want arms
Told dem "Shut ya mouth, there's no gwarmz"

Check this, yo
Say what I want? Say what I like
Let me spit the real Ghetto Gospel into the mic
No word of a lie, no hype
Lotta these MCs couldn't be badboys on the road
So they picked up the pen and paper, tried to get a little stripe
But I ain't in it
You see they diss us, but they hate us

They wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent, but instead
Ghetts made Freedom of Speech and said my name every two minutes
Man wanna go to the mountain
Go to shows on a tour bus
Next time make an album, not a CD fulla war dubs
And if you want a big ---, just call us
I'm like call us now
118, call us now
Boy Better Know, that's the label now
Left dem yutes in a cradle now
Left dem with no milk in a bottle
Man wanna F with the team til I grip on the ting
Like a ---, start Yamaha trottle
God Knows I don't wanna fight and quabble
But man keep testing my patience
Tell A&E make way for the patients
Azzy man's gots a lotta powerful skenks
So you might buss one on a special occasion
Just stress out my brain, then it's a 38th, special occaision
They'll be a lotta, bangin and screamin
Kinda like a firework celebration, definitely

Danger, tell these babies there's no space in a major
Anybody get rude, I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm JME multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken away don't talk to the stranger
Man better tell the truth and stop lying
Everybody knows when dutty Skep touch up the microphone
These other man start dying
Mum dressed in black, everybody crying
Man diss me but I'm not replyin
I'm not in an indirecting and slyin
Lotta these MCs
Thinkin they're gonna get rich but they all die tryin'

War me, record me
Lights, camera, action
Who produces anthem after anthem?
Skepta, The Microphone Champion
Some people can't see that you can't 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 talkin greazy to me
When I'm Rodney Price

Yo, I said all this laughing stops in a minute
Lettin off 28 shots in a minute
Ringin up Reggie and Potts in a minute
Roll up to your ends, 9 o'clock precisely
And make sure everybody drops in a minute
Man are gonna run like fox in a minute
F and hourly rate, I make lots in a minute
Ah you done four? That's out in a shots in a minute
I repeat, that's out in a shots in a minute
Your wifey wants to link me coz when you're doin your ting
Your ting flops in a minute
Balligan's outta the box in a minute
Solo's outta the box in a minute
My mandem's outta the box in a minute
Start looking at your watches and clocks in a minute