Private Caller

[Video introduction: Skepta]

Big up the Manchester crew, Birmingham crew

Meridian, this is how we do it in our studio

Big H, give them a sample of the bossman

[Video skit: Big H]

Gimme space, gimme room

Glock 19 spin your face round the room

It's real out here not a silly cartoon

Black hood, white tee my costume

Jump in my GT, zing zing zoom

See me on TV, real real soon

'Nuff MCs wanna copy my tune

Don't wanna see me blow? Too late, BOOM!

Be ready when I come

Might drop a bomb, might drop an album

It's a big part I'm back with an anthem

Try make this go triple platinum

Can't get money if I ain't getting none

If I ain't got, you ain't got, get it right son

I don't wanna come across as the bad one

I don't want to take without asking anyone

When you see H, you know what's happening

When I come around, you've not got that thing

Can't get Big H shook with your Gatling

Look in your eyes, I can see that you're acting

Can't be that bad, when you look that thin

Some smiley faced guy with a gay grin

Spend all your spare time gazing

I'm cold but my lyrics dem are blazing

[Video introduction (continued): Skepta]

Yeah, remember Skepta's album (Skepta)

Yeah you can rewind this tune if you want to rudeboy, go on rewind it

But if you don't rewind it yeah, check the rest of the album

Skepta (yeah, yeah)

Private Caller man

[Intro: Skepta]

Yeah Skepta, Private Caller

TNT, Mastabeatz

Meridian, Roll Deep

Cold Blooded, Ganja Fam

MO-AM Films, 2005

It's live, yeah

[Verse 1: Cookie]

Boy, boy, boy I grab boys

Send for the ting then I stab boys

Niggas wanna get away, I grab boys

In the game with the real bad boys

So boy, don't try acting, boy

Your boys won't back you, boy

Run off, then I'm gonna catch you, boy

Stop you, drop you, clap you, boy

[Verse 2: President T]

Tolerance zero

They wan' fi see me hit zero

Walk in the shop, they can't afford Aero

They watch too much De Niro

Now it's funny how when they walk street they turn hero

I got niggas in the country, ain't trying to hear, yo

President T will gun buck the year, yo

It doesn't really matter what dem boy wan' say, yo

[Verse 3: Jme]

Alright, everybody knows you're some goody goody

That screwface and that Rocawear hoody

Just ain't working, sorry bredrin

I'm Buzz Lightyear and you come like Woody

Now look at my man bigging up his chest

Come like man's tryna grow some breasts

Stop that, before you get an arched back

Don't know who my man's trying to impress

[Verse 4: Frisco]

Scramble, Frisco's about, don't gamble your life

Nigga better think twice

Bruv, I'm quick on the handle, I dismantle and manhandle

Shots will flow from every angle

Shots from the luger, two shots, I'm a mover

Who'd have thought the shots would go straight through you?

This ain't new to me

Frisco, creep up on a nigga like puberty

[Verse 5: Meridian Dan]

Get ready there's Dan

Adi it's Dan, in an R6, man that's Dan

Don't disrespect Dan, do you know Dan

You'll get a box from Dan

And you can't rob Dan, don't plot on Dan

Cos you'll get shot by Dan

Straight up and down

Who's greatest? Dan, make space I'm here, it's Dan

[Verse 6: Scorcher]

It's Scorcher, I burst the balls like shots

Big pump make a boy run like teeth

When I make dem boy run inna war

Pump action lick out your whole chest

Step on the frontline, fling on your coat

Send for the ting then liff up your face

Duck down when you see me reach for the hip

Full clip blast put a hole in your mouth

[Verse 7: Bossman Birdie]

Don't try spit like Bossman

Come through with like 5, 6 marksman

And we don't pet to blast man

When we aim for the top, don't try cross man

You're not built for the war, you're not a Bossman

I and I will toss man

He who tries thief my style, must get glass, man

Don't respect no false man

[Verse 8: Cell 22]

Don't shot drugs, you ain't got clientele

Why these MCs chat like they buy and sell?

I want clientele, my name's Cell

Sell so much I don't need no scales

Stick to tracks, you don't handle crack

What you know about bumping cats with candle wax?

And I know you can't handle facts, but I've done all that

Double tooth got the rat-tat-tat

[Verse 9: Dimples]

I'm tired of it all

I'm tired of the frauds and the fakes going on like they were balling from day

And I'm tired of it all

I'm tired of the people always moaning how they wish garage stayed old school

And I'm tired of it all

I'm tired of the raves that go on like it's clothes that determine your ways

And I'm tired of it all

I'm tired of the money grabbing hoes that are only there when the tune blows

[Verse 10: Danny B]

Blud, mind how you step to me

Mind how you bring disrespect to me

Cuh directly, you're an insect to me

It ain't nuttin' but your face to my crep to me

All your big gun talk, it don't have no effect on me

Cause you're trill as [?]

I buss shot and skin off your headtop like leprosy

So mind how you step to me

[Outro: Skepta]

Yeah

Skepta, Private Caller 2005

Once again it's TNT, Mastabeatz, Meridian, Roll Deep

Cold Blooded, Ganja Fam, MO-AM Films, 2005

This is how we do it in our studio

Get with the programme

This ain't the last you're gonna hear from me either

Meridian

Yeah