| I noticed when I walked in
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| The room went dark
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| Somebody better call the police
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| There’s a guy here with no heart
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| He said he goes by the name of Skepta
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| He’s on a warpath
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| And he said if anybody touches the crown
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| He’s gonna tear them apart
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| I’m a grime MC’s worst enemy
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| I kill them and I put them in a cemetery
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| And if anybody thinks they’re sick in the head
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| Then I’m going to rip him to shreds live on the stage like Jeremy
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| I’m going in for the kill
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| I wouldn’t stop even if i had a punctured wheel
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| Got no time for the war with will
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| Squash that beef like a Foreman grill
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| I got a lot of mandem looking out for me
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| The ladies, they go wild for me
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| Back to the front, left to the right
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| And everybody up in the balcony
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| You can tell by my accent that I’m straight out of London city
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| Like Wiley
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| Like Dizzee
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| Like Tinie
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| Like Chippy
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| Let’s get busy, I was in fourth now I’m in fifth
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| Man wished I was in court looking at a sixth
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| Instead I’m on tour, I fuck off the stage, encore
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| Excuse my French, bonjour
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| Je m’appelle Skepta AKA Daniel Son
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| If I’m on the bill at two
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| Then the party starts at about half past one
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| I’m a grime MC and i won’t change
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| Doing it again, doing it my own way
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| I’m a grime MC and i won’t change
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| Doing it again, doing it my own way
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| I’m a grime MC and i won’t change
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| Doing it again, doing it my own way
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| And I might recycle a bar
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| Because my material is too good to throw away
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| Doing it again, they tried to stop me but I’m doing it again
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| Skepta, yeah I’m doing it again
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| Boy Better Know I’m doing it again
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| I’m, I’m doing it again
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| They tried to stop me but I’m doing it again
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| Skepta, yeah I’m doing it again
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| Boy Better Know I’m doing it again
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| All because of the grime bars I’m spitting
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| MC’s are talking about quitting
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| 25 mobiles ringing, majors bidding
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| Boy Better Know chase ringing
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| I’ve warred with the best
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| 2 middle fingers up to the rest
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| Big S tattooed on my chest
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| Microphone champion no contest
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| A lot of man never though i would get to say my piece
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| Can’t believe the singles i release
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| I climbed up the chart at light speed
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| And I made Amira forget about Syed
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| If it costs to be the boss, I pay full price
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| And i can show you my receipt
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| Scars on my body from wars in the street
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| Pain in my left arm, and i can’t sleep
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| So I’m sitting up praying for success to come a little sooner
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| I never suck up to no-one, I’m not a hoover
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| I come to fuck up the game like a sore loser
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| The way i turn heads
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| You would have thought that this was a reverse parking man-oeuvre
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| And when you’re listening to Boy Better Know
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| You’re listening to the sound of the future
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| I keep my circle tight
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| And the question everyone’s asking is, «Who are you?»
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| So i gotta put these squares in the right place like a Rubik’s cube
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| I’m a solider, what have you been through? |
| You and your stupid crew
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| Better remember when you’re talking to a chart topper
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| You’re talking to the lord of the mic part 2
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| I’m a grime MC and i won’t change
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| Doing it again, doing it my own way
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| I’m a grime MC and i won’t change
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| Doing it again, doing it my own way
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| I’m a grime MC and i won’t change
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| Doing it again, doing it my own way
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| And I might recycle the bar
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| Because my material is too good to throw away
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| Doing it again, they tried to stop me but I’m doing it again
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| Skepta, yeah I’m doing it again
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| Boy Better Know yeah I’m doing it again
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| I’m, I’m doing it again
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| They tried to stop me but I’m doing it again
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| Skepta, yeah I’m doing it again
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| Boy Better Know I’m doing it again |