Lyrics Step 2001 - Wiley, Zomby

Step 2001

Eskiboy
Ya dunno
It’s all fun and games until
Volume three
Step 20, The last of many
The last on your who came from a penny
The last one to kill the game with a hit
The first one to spray the mic when I’m ready
If it ain’t about right, I gotta turn left, you’re the king of what?
I’m the last one left, even if it went another twenty years
The legacy I’ve left may as well put an X on my chest
I’m rolling around like a spirit that’s free
Twenty years on still a lyrical G, refuse to work for the minimal P Cause I
know the path to the wickedest beat
Step up acting uncivil if I don’t show you the un-civil in me
But I got future clear blue sea
You’ve got your face in your book, I’ve got my book in your face
I’ve got a place for the eights and the hooks and the sixteens
Thirty-twos, sixty-four, spray a sixty and I’ll spray sixty more
I’m in MySpace chilling on U-Stream blogging
Man are on Twitter chatting shit about robbing
Click Google Chrome, YouTube
Now I’m to fresh RnB and hip hop like
Gyal be like «oh gosh Williams cool»
Dons are like «I went to Williams school»
In life had a million fools but I came back spraying at a million fools
No luck in the land of the lazy
They should know I am not silly I’m cool
If you learnt in the grime school of excellence
You went to a brilliant school
Lost in the midst of the fame
But I know I’m gonna make more hits in the game though
Friends tell me to chill cause I’m good
Hear em' when I take a walk through the hood
See even if I done wrong
You wanna know me I’ll put my life in a song
Being on the main stage is the vibe that I’m on
I gotta take care of family and dons, so let’s move on
Thank all the DJs, for all the radio airplay, we’re on the air waves
Getting played on a regular basis
We set the pace leave greatness
We inspire the whole nation, now we’re taking em' back to basics
You wanna know who I rep for?
That’s Roll Deep, Boy Better Know and the A-List
That’s why I live life to the fullest
Me and my three teams we’re the coolest
Rinse ever since Wot Do You Call It
Simple that’s what you call it
Opinions I’ll be glad to leave them in a taxi
I work hard that’s why I ball out
Bikes and chains the lot I bring them all out
Ya see the that explains
Hand in the air cause the jaw keeps clapping
I’m in the dance and that’s what keeps happening
Man are tryna chew off my ear, caption
One tune got me ready for the hype though
When I skank out gyal are saying I’m a psycho
One foot skank like a Rasta man, i ain’t raw
I’m a chicken and pasta man
I like rice, basmati, I live life, I’m quite happy
I got kids that don’t need nappies
I got too many black Nike trackies
Won’t let it out till it’s bad like dappy, wanna be a perfectionist
I was born, I was raised, I was meant for this
I’m gone, I’m faded, I feel better in life cause I’ve made it
I got the and I’m pacing, bout fifty I’m chasing
I’m gone, I’m wasted, peach ciroc got my heart racing
She’s asking me who I’m dating
I’m just looking around and I’m taking
Got they special, much hotter than water from a kettle
I’m balling out and that’s natural
Anybody hating, they can all settle
I’m flying, I’m floating, got money for life I’m not joking
Got money for life I’m not joking, yeah
Eskiboy
Step 1 to 20 complete
Hold tight my fammo, Roll Deep, Boy Better Know, A-List
I’m telling youuuu