Babylon Burner

[Verse 1: Wiley] Yo Eskiboy, Roll Deep You know me, listen You know me, listen Big achiever, E2 weaver Had the first SEGA Yeah, I emerged out of Jungle Fever Volume one creeper Roman street sweeper Don't get gash by the hour, rudeboy I get gash by the meter Wile-house senior Lemon'll lean ya', E3 teacher L-O-N preacher, UK speaker Trinidad bloodline East-side, that's where I ride I'm a leader East London advertiser reader Redwood blue-wood I'm a light sleeper Stepney Green geezer Ain't had shisha I know Caroline but I don't know Alisha I don't really care if either one of them Done a thing with Josh Perry or Peter My love for them's nowhere on the meter [Verse 2: Riko] Yo Ah mi name Riko Dan The London City warlord Original loaded M16 Dem too chatty mout' [?] shot from mi Uzi and knock him out Mi have a lot of clout And dem say dem have guns for di war, but me never see them back them out Dem have a lot ah mout' And mi gun dem so big [?] Wah dem a chat about? [?] Mek ya mumma bawl out, "What's dat about?" Dem too 'labbermout', everyting dem do they spread rumour Mek mi put a shot inna your head like a tumour Cancer, police ah you dem sponsor Police ah yout dem respond for But mi nah response ah Mi's a old school gangster Kick off your face, man a monster [?] [?] go buss like a lobster Dem know mi as di scarface mobster (Jeeze) [Verse 3: Flowdan] Babylon, worse life Da one ya name bun inna the armageddon, true, the war can't dun That's why mi haffi walk with my one Babylon boy fi stand down when we come around Becah you know they can't take me fi no clown Us man are road, yeah we are Roll Deep We nuh have no time fi waste time pon street Boom, boom, bare shot man ah beat Cah me is a man, we nuh work with MP Mi nuh like dem, so dem nuh like me Music for life, they can't take that from me That nah go work, that nah go happen Yeah fuck that, that ah two words from me 'Askell, that ah weh dem buss quickly From you come round the ends and try chat fuckery, yeah Mi's a man ah move evil, pon Babylon bwoy dem [Verse 4: Breeze] Skip the ripper are you stupid! Ah! Ah! Ah! Yeah! Done with the gun talk friend What you know about 9s and MAC-10s? Fake MCs jammin' round the bend Maybe your mother don't know how to load the skeng Pricks, are you dreaming? Only thing you're bussing is semen Don't even stain the ceiling You should be a mumma's boy Hard to clean You should be a good boy now you smoke green When I run with the big boys Play with the big toys Big money are you ready for the big noise Come fanatic, talk to the 'matic Run round and make you flip back like an acrobatic Spit like a semi I can make you click like a stitch in the belly Breeze is very coldhearted Look what you gone and started Step up in my face you'll get your face departed like [Verse 5: Scratchy] OK then! You never expect to hear me on this one! Shaysus! Yo Beware of, but don't be scared of brree! Be straight up, be square with brree! Who does a lot? I swear it's brree! Ask one away [?] brree! Look over there! There's a breh with the same hair as brree! Don't bring your hair near brree! I'll do a lot, I'll cut it off On a level seriously He can be a nightmare with brree! No pussy gets spared with brree! All the girls over there, they're with brree! You can't feel it in the air like brree! You wanna try fling a chair at brree! End up hitting a girl next to me And you feel like the wasteman after Whilst we are crying with laughter