Stupid

[Intro: Jammer & Skepta] Yo, oi, oi (Oi) Yo, yo, oi soundboy (Nah who, who is it?) Are you stupid? (Who, oi) Are you dumb? (Oi, soundboy) Last soundboy that got stupid, left in a body bag, stupid (Nah, nah, who is it) [Verse 1: Skepta] Who is it? Who is it? Who is it? It's not you, it's me Can't diss a man in my family tree You'll get shanked in the chest with my front door key Boxed in the face with my back door key Draw for the leng, kill a MC I've got a black ski-mask but I don't ski And if you diss Wiley or Jme I will come to your set like - "What soundboy? Who is it? Who is it?" Everybody gets sprayed I'm a hit-man but I don't get paid Two bullets in a wastemans' skin-fade Leave red stains on his clothes like cherryade Brand new duppies have to get made Make your head-top explode like grenade If you wanna draw for the blade, I'll be like - "What soundboy? Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?" [Hook: Wiley & Skepta] Oi, stupid You don't want to come here and get stupid The last soundboy that tried to get stupid, left in a body bag, stupid That's what he got for being stupid Oi, stupid You don't want to come here and get stupid The last soundboy that tried to get stupid, left in a body bag, stupid That's what he got for being stupid [Verse 2: Wiley] MCs don't like it when I do war They want to be famous, no more war I'm already famous so I do war I do a road tour promoting my war If you don't like war, don't listen to the war Don't get involved in the bumbaclart war MCs travel the road and keep quiet When they come across me they think that they're raw I'm raw, you can't see me anymore Everyday I live, I stay low to the floor Before, you wanna test my crew, you better be sure Ready for us to blow up your sector Them boy ain't ready for the war, we draw the chainsaw, in a lyrical war I bet you never knew I had the keys to the door Some wife will get blazed with a 4x4 [Hook: Wiley & Skepta] Oi, stupid You don't want to come here and get stupid The last soundboy that tried to get stupid, left in a body bag, stupid That's what he got for being stupid Oi, stupid You don't want to come here and get stupid The last soundboy that tried to get stupid, left in a body bag, stupid That's what he got for being stupid [Verse 3: Skepta & Wiley] They couldn't test me or Wiley Never been air on the roads, man are rated highly Draw for the shank give an MC a smiley You know me - it's D.T.I style Eskiboy's bassline used to be glidey Now he's got a new styley, it's tidy My name's Junior, his name's Kylea We make the big mic-men look tiny (Eskiboy) You can't test me or Skepta Come to your ends like Achilles and take out Hector Do you even know the meaning of war? Try clash me you get carried out on a stretcher I wear Nike, don't wear Acupunctures or Sketchers I'm known for blowing up sectors I went college but I didn't turn up to no lectures I'll still make it I bet ya [Hook: Wiley & Skepta] Oi, stupid You don't want to come here and get stupid The last soundboy that tried to get stupid, left in a body bag, stupid That's what he got for being stupid Oi, stupid You don't want to come here and get stupid The last soundboy that tried to get stupid, left in a body bag, stupid That's what he got for being stupid [Outro] D.T.I D.T.I