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[Intro] It's all fun and games, till! Hail up the East London massive, South London, North London, West London Fire! [Verse 1] This ain't your place This ain't your race You're not a G on the mic, yeah that's waste I've been alive in the game for the last great hype But nobody knows your face these times Are you serious? These times are treacherous You ain't hearing us Never seen the past spitter who stopped for too long Hop on the mic and step near to us I'm steady on them it's a'ight Would you really want the mic is Course you got a hype for the nisai I'm not a prick I will out your lizai Turn the chains, spitters ain't getting no strizaips I'm like water, flowing through your prizaips Supplying the homes, and you need these lizaits Been here before Been here for sure I been here for beef I been here for dope Been here for war I connect all four Like cities on a tour Not a shit spitter, witty but I'm raw I never see another spitter kickin off door They be sleeping on the floor when I'm rippin another door Suck your mum cuz, that's what I want to say So what do you want to do blood? What do you want to say? Like "What did he say?" That's what I said You know I never pet I kill a sound boy dead, d-d-dead Gimme a plus one I roll with the Sklakum! I got money and a brain I pack 'em! I asked D double E if I'm bad on the mic If he ever said no I will clap him! I ain't lying Everybody want to kill me off, I ain't dying Stop trying Stop running your mouth, and stop lying I ransack everybody's house, walk out and tell my hood dons "It's your time to fly in" [Verse 2] Look how my life's been You ain't gotta see the life I seen but you dream I believe and I just can't leave And you're just a distant memory MC I be like, "please" God knows we ain't the same pedigree or degree So I say "Why me?" Yeah cause it's me Plus at no time at all will I ever be a fool If me and you ain't cool back your tool Cause I don't want to see anybody act the fool Don't need anybody to come and clap the tool Oh God I'm like "Oh gosh" Come a long way from the old shops I just want to flow off I think I ain't but I'm known of When it gets down to spitting I don't prolong I don't brag but I'm badder than them I might seem sane but I'm madder than them Hail up my people sat in the pen It's a E3 kid and I'm back in the ends When I'm off my band I be back in the Benz On the way to West London, catching the Thames I catch a vibe when I'm back at my friend's I do a bit of this a bit of that in the end I say "It's all fun and games, you're nothing on earth" Half of these people are bluffing on earth I didn't know how to handle praise, well that's why I started puffing on earth I know Skunky the Monkey And high-grade bless Not registering tire I mean high-grade sess High-grade sess My name's Wiley, I'm the best Yes! [Verse 3] I kick your head and curve it like Beckham And I control the mic fight like Tekken Bet you thought you were skibby for a second 'Till I ran and put it better than a spitter in a second I'm a teacher, I teach you a lesson Murk them at my own discretion And I tell everybody I'm not the only one whose life on Earth got messing Your flow's borrowed I get a lot of things, but mainly get followed We can be grown men about this Or we can be children about this you will get hollowed Your flow's borrowed I get a lot of things in life, but get followed We can be grown men about this Or we can be children about this, you will get hollowed! [Outro] Yeah! Its all fun and games Till Volume 1