[Verse]
If you're talking the hardest and Skepta don't pop up in your thoughts
You need to stop snorting the poppy that you snort
My flow's so sick, I might vomit on the floor
Meridian rider
Man call me weed crusher 'cause I'm a grinder
I remember spitting bars on heat with Kyza
Now my pinky ring's bigger than Tinchy Stryder
Madness
Ed Hardy jumpers
Ed Hardy jeans
Ed Hardy glasses you ain't seen
Some niggas go shopping with 60 pound and think they can get an Ed Hardy tee
(Some real motherfuckers)
I'm B.I.G
Man wanna screw me because I MC
If you ever saw what the skeng done to the tree
You definitely wouldn't be looking at mе
Madness
North London's back
Them man are spitting marijuana, I'm spitting crack
Thе last time I spat a little crack on the track
Big motherfuckin' Ryde took a sip on the 'Gnac
I'm motherfuckin tired of gripping on straps
Sitting on my own doorstep and pissing on the matt
I told myself I have to make a living off a rap
Started Boy Better Know and I never looked back
Madness
Why you lying to your fans? Come on man
You never held a heat in your hand, come on man
You never bought more than 10 grams, come on man
You never bought no .45, don't tell porky pies
Lying don't help, Skepta
I put the truth on the shelf
3 years ago I got rushed by 30 youths
But that's because I go places by myself
I'm a London badman, I ain't no Yank
Azariah's got a tool and it ain't no shank
It's not a starter pistol, it ain't no blank
Leave a hole in the wall and it ain't no bank
Danger
The Ed Hardy dans in your ends
Shorty, D-O-double, Jme and friends
Albie, Teeco, Pablo, and Bossman
Dem man there got a variety of skengs
(Big up my niggas)
You know where I'm from
Niggas in Manny, niggas in Brum
Niggas in Bristol and Nicosia
Half of the niggas in my phone book are ex-cons
You can't fuck with Junior
All my punchlines hit harder like a Luger
The last time I dropped Westwood a freestyle
He dropped so many bombs, he broke the computer
Madness
[Outro]
Skepta
Bag ah airplay
I remember spitting bars in the stairway
Them times there I would've made marrow, marrow fly like, British Airways
Haha
Yah
Aye press stop, press stop, stop
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