Mastered the Craft

Most of them wait for the drop not me

I’m in straight from the top I told them

When I strap my lyrics, I strap for the whole nation

My occupation, grime federation

Nobody wants this sound in the limelight

Oh well too late, grime's on the station now

Play it, loud, you hear it, blam!

Wiley’s a one man band, with a drum on my back

Only one man can be called the godfather

Life full of drama

Woke up today like, oh

Can’t see no one around I’m alone

If I drop dead now I’m on my own

Pushed everybody away I’m like oh

Then I came up with a style and flow, got money on my brain F them lets go

Coz I’m never gonna win it if I’m sitting at home

Picking my nose staring at the walls like oh

Wiley’s a pro

They coulda [?] but they don’t, say they shoulda but they won’t

I do the red carpet new coat new hat like everybody’s watching my show

In a couple of days my brains gonna explode

Whatever the weather but now it’s getting too cold

I think of the times it was better on the roads

Tell em my new stone island coat, is what I’m rocking when I glamourize grime

I can say I had a nice time coz I did

Man wanna say I didn’t help out but I did, I want em all I ain’t got a spare rib

I’m on a level like can’t touch this why

You can’t diss my show, and you missed my

Then I slipped by, in a black out whip like...

I’m back and I’m ready and I’m equipped like a soldier in a army

Ready to go to war so you can’t par me

Never gonna be a waste I’m checking my heart beat, high blood pressure plus I can’t eat

Life couldn’t get worse and it couldn’t get better

Get injured and you leave the game on a stretcher

L O N repper, microphone wrecker

I set the pace like a real pace setter, you're rolling out shabby

Drop me out cabbie you're talking poo in a nappy, I got a style that’s never been tacky

Dumplings, callaloo, saltfish ackee

Get a slap you won’t be happy

My ears are two monitors’ mackies

I wonder when I’m gonna burn out but I keep on going like Duracell batteries

Catch these bars when I’m writing them

They life lyrics, real, no gimmicks

I will take over quick get ratings and defend the team like Vidic

I kill it you get with it well spread the word of Wiley with it

I won’t live it without no limit; I don't obey the rules, real set lyrics

I’m firing away like I don't wanna stop

I work hard like I don’t wanna flop in the gutter I don’t wanna rot

Don’t wanna judge them don’t wanna mock, don’t wanna change it don’t wanna chop

Piss in the toilet I don’t want a pot

Whenever you hear me say I wanna quit music, deep down in my heart I don’t wanna stop

I get put to the test like I’m not already charting

I wanna be credible, Dr Marten

You don’t see me sky larking, but I’m still regents parking

Today my work needs marking and I wanna get a higher wage start laughing

Fly past them I’m a dog barking

And I’m very visible like a side parting

STOP

Tell me who’s starting trouble, coz I will get dark on a double

I can string along a lyric I ain’t getting in a muddle

I’m on the roads like a puddle

South to the north terminal, shuttle

I connect east to south, Rotheride Blackwall tunnel

See me in the club I bubble, people read me like a novel

Don’t want show off don’t wanna grovel

Fine, coz I can make money it’s mine

Don’t act tight never ever have in my life, I know what’s wrong and what’s right

After this night, it’s never gonna be the same vibe

I ain’t gonna be on the same hype

I’m raising the bar up neatly; I’m in the newspapers weekly

You can’t cheat me

I’m in a restaurant they didn’t wanna seat me, I sat down any way I’m cheeky

People wanna spit a new bar to me in public, no, that’s neeky

Practice at home, discreetly

I’m on the streets with a modem, 3G

Everybody sees me roaming MAC not PC

I’m Wiley I’m from E3 they be like eassyyy

Want a ounce of the blues meet me at BP

I got a company coat CP, you got skateboard creps, DC

I’m a Alien, ET; you’re a STD VD

Over 18s not PG, on AKA like A-Squeezy

You see me on the TV

Play games, Mario, Luigi

My names on a board, a Ouija

Add a L to the end of PP

That’s the cleanest money, squeaky

Broadcast money, BC

Eski the boy EP

I wanna learn more, TM, teach me

Came back with the style I left with, some artist feel unconnected

We all wanna do what the best did, but we don’t wanna do the rest did

Weekend in the cell, arrested

I was pissed coz I know shouldn’t be there, I messed it up

Been affected might need medicine

I’m on a next ting, ustream levelling, fanbase trebling

Strike at the right time

Take any one to the firing line, check the skyline

You can’t kill me with a sly line, you’re a rubbish MC why lie?

Gangsta? What a waste of time I done that in 05

I’m all over the town like a low rise tower block

You can’t test me brudda don’t try

Don’t try, don’t try

Don’t try.