Off Da Radar

[Intro] Eskiboyo [Verse 1] I wanna talk about the black boy tune that Bash done Me I’m blacker than a black-cat, gun and a glass of white rum Three black cars, choose one it’s a black one Young black boy too much money in a Nike shoe box, I ain’t that one Got a new shirt it’s a black one, came from a black slum Black stone island coat runaway yeah that one I've been buying garms since manaman had an old [?] with, black one Got a new Versace jeans suit, with the ‘09 pradas, pair of black ones Choice of whips? You see me in a black one Black boys drive black Bentleys with black leather seats, I am that one I am the original black one, role model, I can’t black one And if you ain't got dough better stack some Was a black boy now I am a black man, if I lost my life now I couldn’t say I didn’t have one Even though I'm on a mad one, I'm glad I never felt bad like, say I didn’t have one I used to live life like nobody’s picnic, now I’ve got a bank card, black one Black man ain't meant to have black cards, Bentleys, got them anyway Big money deal next year, I'm gonna catch one Black star made money black stars to the year but not one See the other year try trap one, disrespect them, exchange energy, clap one 8s, 16s, 24s, 32s, 64s, new roadster, black one Got a black attitude, too many enemies, don’t be surprised if you see me attack- one, one I got a brand-new C.P jacket, it’s a black one Jme's got an M5, it’s a black one So who’s black? I am black history that ain't a mystery Brand new maccys? Black ones, V Jumps? Black ones See me doing stage shows, go through the back ones Any imposters, then I gotta clap one, clap one, clap one G's like me you are never gonna trap one, 'cause I don’t tolerate any back chat but Yeah I'm a star, I'm a black one. Black, black, black, I’m so black I make a rat run Kick it in the road and make you friend Jack run How much do you stack huh? You don’t stack none That’s why they can’t get dark and in three decades they can’t catch one [Verse 2] I told them, I'ma MC again, but my pocket ain't empty again When I'm gone everyone’s filling up tanks but when I’m come back, they’re empty again I've got too much you resent me again, but you better not tempt me again 'cause I’ll fly around with the “boo doo do do” and spray both of them til they’re empty again So forgot everybody, don’t friend me again Where I been can’t send me again I've been through the cold and the place you can’t go so, don’t ever say you’re gonna end me again PPL? Ten G again I ain't here to defend any ends but I defend myself to the end I don’t wanna be your friend, don’t like me? Send for it again First line I said I'ma MC again, write so much bars like I’ll empty a pen Back in the day, on the roof at Deja, when Lethal B got ended again I've got 7 and 8s, but I roll with a 10, Louis Vuitton luggage Im rolling again If you don’t see me dominate them charts one day I’ll drive a swag rover again Well I go to war where the odds are against me, like, Tucker and Daniel, holder again A few years, I'm older again, I've been doing stage shows sober again I came from the hood and I done what I could, but it’s not about that I’m a soldier again Money in my pocket and you’re never gonna stop it So you’re gonna have to call your olders again [Verse 3] Please don’t bother, cause my flows proper, I rolled 'round Manny, patrolled FootLocker See I’m a town hopper, ex-brown shotter, the next show stopper Taught Harry Potter, invite everybody I've never been a blocker Dudes wanna talk about “that’s my dance” or “this is the sweet this ain't no tick tocker.” I didn’t stop cause I ain’t no flopper I’m colder, I don’t give a damn if you’re hotter You’re flow ain't proper I’m a chart topper You ain’t been higher I'ma go clock her See you in the ranks where the dough gets better after one tune, I saw my dough get long Still better than clipper, better than blocker, but I’m in sight, you’re a window shopper You take me down? You are off your rocker If we’re on a mission when I speak dissing, cause I don’t want see another crime sheet written And I’ve been slipping before So if you hear what I’m saying there’s gonna be less chance of you tripping Make a new beat, 8 bars into the 16 bars make a sub base kicking Whole crowd’s flipping, I learnt from stick-ins, the first ball-boy running right on the riddim In the chart I’m whizzing, champagnes fizzing, if I’m in a West End club bring biz in What’s the car now bro? I got vision The iPods full out, can I not listen to your songs? Wait Kylie and Dylan, besides that, Dizzee and Wiley are driven by money So it’s hard to say if they’ll listen to each other on TV, radio or riddims I won’t snatch at you man, I’ll snatch it Throw a in-di-yar and I will catch it Even if you live for the title-belt, it’ll vanish As soon as you try grab it, the gods won’t have it Your girl’s not satisfied by you so, she’s got to rub it When it comes it comes to music, Wiley’s a gannet, the most unusual star on the planet And I’m nuttin' like go-go gadget Your old flow's had it, and you can’t manage Going on like you was a lyrical savage, I’ve got more layers than a light green cabbage I keep telling them, they keep asking but I don’t know Sally, don’t know Janet Don’t chat to man about Wiley, you link them gyal, I live life, I don’t plan it And you better know when I’m shopping I ball out First grime kid on this earth I’m going all out ‘Nuff of them lose the plot and they fall out It’s not my fault I’m the one you can’t rule out I’ve got your wifey on call out, but I don’t go there, told her I don’t care When I’m on the strip, whips, I bring em all out Bikes and chains, the lot, I bring em all out Bring em all out, bring em all out, when I come on the scene, phones ringing all out I’ve got another brother in the game who tried to stop my work, cool, we ain’t gonna fall out See, I just wanna number 1 so I can ball out more, hear my name get called out more, more, more Gonna do an all-out tour, there won’t be a ticket on sale, I sell out I got lyrics that are straight from the heart, and you got lyrics that’ll rise from a bar But it’s all good though cause you got the likkle man flow but I’m a big man in the charts I got a big whip, not a gold car, I made it a decade, I’m gonna go far I’m like “Rah, this soundboy’s still alive”, you could die from one I’ve got 21 scars Ain't gonna stop till I got 21 cars, for the enemies, now that’s 21 pars When I come around, you better ring the alarm, spray a 16 bar that’s, hotter than tar, yeah I par I’m like nah, I won’t have a bar from a likkle man star 'cause Manaman know I’m bad I wanna roll on my own while you got roll on your own in the dark [Verse 4] Yes, who am I? I’m the best in England North, South, East and West You can ask anybody if I got the big boy tunes on the road they will tell you yes Yes, I got a diamond bezzle, champagne flakes I climbed a few pegs and Next time you see me I’ll be in my R6 it's, gunmetal grey on the 08 reg, reg So far from the edge might see me on fuzz might see me on hedge And in my lane I’m so far ahead its unusual but I talk to the de- de- de- de- de- dead Yeah I talk to the fed, to the soundboy he thought he was walking again Got one title, he’s got the other one, whole family’s smiling again and again Yeah It’s Wiley again None of you better not try me again You don’t see me in the hood much 'Cause now I’m going I’m grimey again Top gear, you’ll see me in a Lambo, money up, everyting tidy again Trust me I know this flow so well makes me remember I’m Wiley again You might me see me on the river with your wifey again [Outro] Yeah Eskiboy 2008! Who said man can’t spit? Pricks Man can still do this ting, seckle