F*ck (x3) Let me hear you say Skepta Skepta (x4)
He out I sold out, weren't one ticket left not even a chair I should send you a postcard, I wish you were I wish you could see, I wish you hear I make 'em When I come true with the of the team I get it mainstream, still I'm the best in the scene So I can understand why everybody wants to do it me No you don't do it me Nah, no we the same You're never do it I'm doin' it again Boy Know, were moving too fast You move into a different lane Oh what a They though I weren't gonna bust, I came Took off the condom, made it Left my stain all the game And these wanna be's be me disrespect me then they beg me for a Re-tweet Then we see them on the camera, walking, talking do it like me No you do it like me
(Chorus) I know a lot of man think they do it like me I know a lot of man that they do it like me They really, really, really think do it like me But no don't do it like me (x2)
You it money, I call it a piece of paper You think I'm a human being, Nah man I'm a of nature Skepta I got the UK like a vibrator Now my paper's higher than a sky scraper Chipmunk told me don't no face I'll never leave home my pencil case 24/7 I stay my eraser Put it up in the sky, nice and high, it side to side rub e'm out, rub e'm out Goodbye Cya wanna be ya F*ck your mix I don't wanna feature Couldn't give a about your album either I don't wanna you come out the speaker, No You ain't been to a show until you been to my If looking for some action man I'm G.I Joe I'm killing it why them man are switching They threw some dead punches, but I'm still alive and There's too many cooks in the kitchen, bitchin' do it like me No you don't do it me
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Guess who's in the city, going off They I got money, but I ain't showing off I it like it's hot F*ck how doe it costs blowing up But you man are off Blad, you're out You told Logan you're Mix CD was But you're constipated, your ain't coming out Now know I got sick beats, and vocals don't wanna see me on the scene I take it old school like Nah rude boy, what d'ya mean, what mean, what d'ya mean you fool Go on then, go on then for the tool Think that you're hard but you're soft like I will a man in the jaw side with a stool I'm a real bad boy but I still look White gold and a' I start drool But they can't jack me becuz I'm not Ja Nah rude boy d'ya mean, what d'ya mean I was born on the 19th, don't care about February 14th Pay me for my before I start acting like it's Friday the 13th With two black and balaclava C S gas and a cleaver Pay me for my Before I chopping off heads like King Arthur
People here are starting to hear you as the King of grime because you're the one person has stuck by this genre of music, I'm the, I'm the guy that we love this I love grime world. If was a room, you get me, and a microphone and a PC lock me in there, I'm coming out with tunes, oh yeah years old (?) but there ain't no-one else that does it me
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