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

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