Westwood Freestyle

[Intro: Wiley] Eskiboy Radio Westwood [Verse 1] I'm a deep one, deep son, came from a deep slum So cold, after me The heat's done Yeah, and your flow's a cheap one My flows money, your fans say my words like Drink, dance, bubbles Call that a discreet one Got so many bangers in my mac, when I flick through fam, I'm dying to leak one So many bangers I'm dying to leak one Mic wars, I'll never retreat one You see one you will never defeat one When I come in the dance, anybody try and step on that stage and I'll press delete one Delete two, delete three and chief one I'm far from done, let the the beat run Yeah, I'm all that and then some But let me know when the heat comes Yeah well the heat's here And heat I don't fear I beat your whole clique Nan says, "oh dear" Their tunes don't last for the whole year Next year, my new stuff's gonna go clear That's why when it's going my way Everybody starts getting up out of their old chairs I got a London attitude, don't care Don't hear, I'm ahead by so many years since family Crying out so many tears, no way I'm gonna be broke here Got money for the next year, next year, next year, next year and the year after Wiley's a martyr, like Shawn Carter and Dwayne Carter But next year I'm gonna step up a gear and go harder You know me I'm a master, I cause disaster Cause disaster Anywhere on Earth Find money like anywhere I search plus anywhere on Earth, the ropes I earn the rights to cop tunes any stage, anywhere I merk Anywhere I am alert, got vision, made my decision What I wanna get schooled by a king with vision You wanna know why I'm so clued up? I just tell them it's London living It's London living And I'm what London's giving As an answer to urban On a good day Freddy might have Durban And some man didn't really hear when me and Larry longtime buss up the version I don't wanna hear if mans ears are burning For all I care keep burning You don't wanna know about the figures I'm earning I'm in the sky though, can't see vermin I'm earning, you're learning And heads keep turning No you ain't like me, I'm too determined Ears burning still, ends burning still Man better take a learning pill Think back to the days when Everybody started maths and English plus learning Yo, that bash done, me I'm blacker than a black cap 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 shoebox, I am 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 been buying garms since manaman had a OB with black one, got a new Versace jeansuit with '09 Pradas Pair of black ones Choice of whip, you see me in a black one Black boys drive Black Bentleys with black leather seats I am that one, I'm the original black one, role model, icon, 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 gonna never fell back, like say I never had one I used to live life like nobody's pickney Now I got a bank card, black one Black man ain't meant have black cards, Bentleys Got them anyway Big money deal next year, I'm gonna catch one Black star made money, black stars today But not once did he every try and trap one [Bridge: Wiley & Tim Westwood] Yo Pull that back Tim Yo Let's go again Yeah Killin' it We're goin' in, Westwood, 1Xtra Let's do it like this 24's, 32, 64's, new roads It's the black one I got a- Yo Listen up, yo Yo, listen [Verse 2: Wiley] Please don't bother, cah my flow's proper I rolled round Manny, patrolled Foot Locker See I'm a town hopper Ex-brown shotter The next showstopper Taught Harry Potter Invite everybody, I've never been a blocker Youts wanna talk about "that's my dance" Well this is the sweet, this ain't no tick-tocker I didn't stop 'cause I ain't no flopper, I'm colder Don't give a damn if your hotter Your flow ain't proper, and you're a chart-topper You ain't been higher, I'm a dough clocker See you in the ranks where the dough gets better off One tune, I saw my dough get long Still better than clipper, better than glocker I'm buying on sight, you're a window shopper You take me down, you are off your rocker We're on a mission, when I speak, listen 'Cause I don't wanna see another crime sheet written I been slippin' 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-bar Make a sub bass kick in Whole crown slippin, I learnt from SticKids First ball boy running riot on the riddim In the charts I'm wizzing, champagne's fizzing If I'm in a West End club, bring Dizz' in Squash the qualm now, bro, I got vision The iPod's full, how can I not listen to your songs? We're 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 Snatch it, ya mad, I'll snatch it Throw an in-di-r, I will catch it Even if you lived with the title belt It would vanish As soon as you try to grab it The Gods won't have it Your girlfriends not satisfied by you So - she got a Rabbit When it comes to music, Wiley's a Gannet The most unusual star on the planet And I'm nothing like Go Go Gadget Your old flows had it, you can't manage Going on like you was a lyrical savage Got more layers than a light green cabbage I keep telling 'em, 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 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, they fall out It's not my fault, I'm the one you can't rule out I get 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 in the scene, phones ringing all out I 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, won’t be a ticket on sale, I sell out I've got lyrics that are straight from the heart And you've got lyrics that arise from a fart 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 car, not a GoCar I've made it a decade, I’m gonna go far, I’m like nah This soundboy’s still alive? You could die from when I 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, spit a 16 bar that’s, hotter than tar, you're a par I’m like nah, I won’t have a bar from a likkle man star 'Cause manaman know, I'm badder, when I roll on my own And you can't roll on your own in the dark 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 tune on the road They will tell you yes Yes, I got a diamond bezel Champagne place, I climbed a few pegs Next time you see me, I'll be on my R6 It's gunmetal grey on an '08, reg, reg So far from the edge Might see me on [?] might see me on hedge In my lane, I'm so far ahead It's unusual, but I talk to the dead Yeah, yeah, I talk to the dead To the soundboy who thought he was walking ahead I got one title, he's got the other one Whole family's smiling again, yeah Whole family's smiling a-- yo Whole fam-- [Bridge: Wiley] Yo Westwood, go to the next one Go to the next one Listen Yo [Verse 3: Wiley] Like them man are ready for the king, no way I'm living in a city of sin Where you might trip up, but you've gotta get up Girls try to set up, but that's ain't a ting I got haters, rates, plus alligators Plus newcomers that are gonna try a ting So I prepare myself, stop declares myself Pen to paper, then I start writing about Everyday life on an everyday hype Like, everyday's mine and no days yours Watch the crowd sing along, 08 tour And out of the girls, yeah, Nolay's raw But I want 5 mics, you get under 4 And I say a lot, but the kids say more The work rates high, but your one's poor Who am I? I'm Will, add 9 to a score, add 9 to a score In my late 20s, before I reach 3-0, I'm gonna be rich And don't joke about my age if you're near 24 'Cause four years go quite quick See the flow's quite sick I gave 'em a bit but that weren't enough, so I gave 'em more Twenty-first century holds me responsible for grime kids that're going on raw You know why? I'm colder ahlie That's right, Wiley's older ahlie There's a few badman that I know on the road, they know me Why? I'm a solder ahlie, I'm colder ahlie Too cold for them Ahlie, them man aren't cold They are spengs They saw me on the ends, never said a word, wanna try a ting with 22 friends Ain't 22 but I thank many too lengs That still feel strong, ain't got no strength left Forget bench press I'm old school like Webley Tempest Had one way back Just give me a beat, and I'll spray that When I spray bars, I'm colder ahlie It's the return of the North West stroller, ahlie Ahlie, I got fam in North West And spitters wanna talk til they got no talk left When I spray bars, I'm colder ahlie Catch me, KB, Riko, and Gareth Stopped off the shops, black Rover ahlie I'm the black cloud that's over ahlie No way, how you gonna remove me? There's no way you were gonna dance to [?] Too unruly, I'm colder ahlie Two or one, 'cause I am He is the top male being Now when I rave, I will bring 3 in Got a brand new door that's open When I push the key in, certain soundboys seeing Gonna be thinking, "please bring me in" Yeah, well, family are family and bredrin are bredrin 140BPM, I'm a G in Get out now 'cause I'm back in, confidence street boy Don't need backing Take your crew down, there was too much chatting Acting like that when I brought the Mac in People got me on tracking Impossible, you can't track him It's 2-8 now and Wiley ain't slacking Step on the stage, a number one track in [Bridge: Wiley] Yo Pull that back Westwood Let's go again I told them youts it's over See the fire ain't burning no more Got more stripes than a soldier Listen Yo [Verse 4: Wiley] I told them youts it's over See the fire ain't burning no more Got more stripes than a soldier None of them ain't individuals Who's that girl? No, I don't know her I ain't even got a short memory Slewed your boss, since then it was over I'm colder, they ain't ready yet I'm a high roller Heard a tune called Soundbwoy- something ***** They ain't ready yet Where's my little bro? Subject's delicate Sit down, I got a stripe that you will never get Plus I'm an older and I'm ahead of them Got vocal skills and swagger that them two are never gonna get It's over, I'm colder, they ain't ready yet The first strap the locals had I send the other locals mad Local's are gotta pay local tax Local street kid spit vocals bad I gotta need for dough like the locals have No, I don't roll with the local ***** If you ever hear stuff, don't be alarmed I'm a rudeboy, I brought the locals back I make a tune, it's a local smash Half a box, let's make local cash Some sell-, some sell-, some sell-, and some sell local- But I do it how they didn't wanna do it Now they wanna try and do it, but they can't make local tracks Hate me or not, it's up to you fam, but I'm the one that all the locals back I heard some man wanna take my style Hear it, then recreate my style Hear me on the road, "what's going on Wile? How you been? Ain't seen you in a while" Heard some man wanna take my style Hear it, then recreate my style Hear me on the road, "what's going on Wile? How you been? Ain't seen you for a-" I said, two for the price of one Yeah, I'm back, it's the hyper one Too many past try claiming the title In this game there can only be- You wanna run up your gums like say you're the one I said it just now, there can only be one Which dad's gonna be proud of, son Dad check my résumé, look at what I've done I got an MC family Sons of sons, we be rolling 20s, 3's, or 1's Up-to-date, we are the greatest ones the country's ever had I know it, won't fail to show it Garments, the latest ones Got my own runaway Airforce I'm a [?] never fearful See me at the airport Travel exchanging fun [Outro: Wiley & Tim Westwood] Woo Eskiboy, in the building Killing it out there Hold tight my crew locked in (Man) Hold tight everybody in the building Danny Weed Eskiboy Out Yeah [?]