[Intro]
Yo, this is Eskiboy
You know me, confident with the flow
Roll Deep, Boy Better Know, E3, all day long
Hold tight Roachee
Yeah
Because right now
Man's voicing opinions across like
Cah the Newham Generals ain't rebels, you get me?
But that's alright, because we already know
We know the levels
Hello
It's Eskiboy
Listen, it's alright
[Verse]
I'm a fully grown king on a fully grown ting
And I'll box you in your fully grown chin
You fully won't know
I'll run up on your set and get wicked on the mic
I body the show, win
How can Sniper try, when he's got a nose ring?
Trying to impress the gyal, that's a batty boy ting
And I'm not in a no long ting
I'll run in his house like action in ping
But, back to Footsie, you're no one in Newham
We had beef with Ramsey, Taylor, Jackson
Call for the Generals, no body knew 'em
Ask [?], Nana, Ramon, Dapper, Sparky
On the street, we never knew 'em
That's why I don't care
I'm rough, I'll run through 'em
I'm E3, learnt in Newham
And I couldn't see Daniel [?]
He didn't run Newham
Ask Magic, Badness, because we never knew him
Nowadays, I'm on point so let me joint off these lemons
I'll definitely slew him
Definitely Trim, does he know what he's doing?
I know what I'm doing
I won't leave him like Scratch did blud, I'll leave him in ruins
I gotta ask myself this question for the last time
Foots blud, what are you doing?
I'm on top of this crew like
What is his crew like?
Gotta tell Dylan as well, what are you doing?
Gotta tell Kane as well, what are you doing?
The last time I flew in, should've checked me out
I came back with a brain, got packed with knowledge
And I've captured moments like I keep doing
And now Cage fully well knows
I've been through so much, that I will bring tunes
So, Daniel, listen to yourself
You know you can't handle
I grab the mic lead, you will get strangled
I'm not a day in a park
If you come against me, you will get dismantled
Daniel, listen to yourself
You know you can't handle
I grab the mic lead, you will get strangled
I'm not a day in a park
If you come against me, you will get dismantled
I'm so glad I got taught by a dad
You can't test me on a drum kit, I'm bad
You're a programmer, and I've made so many tunes
Programmer in the game, call me daddy
You couldn't beat me any day
I can be sad or mad, unhappy or happy
It's just this thing that I got in my body
That won't let me lose to this batty boy
I'm not a fassy, strong, I'm too addy
Know his name's Daniel, I'll call him Danny for short
Too rapid, and Goodz won't manage
And D can't cause me damage
I'm an E3 savage
Jungle or Garage, I'm happy
We can do war like
You've been a ghost since Scooby Doo blud
And I'll be Scrappy
I remember D was riding the Thunderblade
When man had a stolen Kawasaki
Then I got an R6, stepped up quick
I'm a villain in the game, I bang like Schillaci
So far gone, it's true, you can't catch me
None of you members can't hack me
Because I'm too much in the world
People try and attack me
But I don't have it, I ain't no faggot
Ghetts on top when I open the lap
You've been away, and I'm back
And my flow's real catchy
On a Yamaha R6, not a Kawasaki
Still a ninja though, show no emotion
I ain't sad but I sure ain't happy
I make bad boy tunes on my lappy
Try and [?] and my digital maccy
Studio ting or row ting
Watch, I'm on it, I'm from London
I ain't from E7
Shut your mouth
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