| Shh!
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| Before I start top lip slapping
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| Think me and Skepta were born rapping?
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| Born in the ends, move food in the ends
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| And that’s the new meaning of spawn trapping
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| She sells sea shells on the sea shore, no
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| He sells weed scales and a P4, yeah
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| He sells details, swiping galore
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| Deets, AKA credit card fraud
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| You can’t test me in the music game, I’ve got bare XP
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| Doing this ting for real, in school
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| While you was typing up your CV
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| I was downloading on Windows NT
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| Bare sample packs for Fruity Loops 3
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| Ask Mr. Covill about me, I was walking around
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| With my jacket that said Mic Controller on the back
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| Best MC in the game, fact
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| Didn’t care about charts or about plaques
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| Didn’t give a shit about YouTube stats
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| Didn’t give a fuck about first week sales
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| Now you wanna come and chat all this crap?
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| Fam, all I wanted to do was pick up the mic and spray
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| And today I still do that, so
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| Chat to me about fucking up shows
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| Bringing hundreds of supporters to the videos
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| Spitting brand new bars nobody knows
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| Still everybody in the room up on their toes
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| Room smoked out even though I don’t smoke
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| Forget my bars and freestyle, I don’t choke
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| Been doing this for over ten years so
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| Anybody that was there from the start
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| That only cares now, fuck you rudeboy
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| Ring my phone, I will duck you rudeboy
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| Chatting 'bout «ah, I ain’t see you for time»
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| Yeah, I don’t wanna buck you rudeboy
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| You never used to check me back in the day
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| You didn’t used to rate me back in the day
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| You never used to bred me back in the day
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| So how the fuck am I the one who’s changed?
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| Piss me off, hard from the start and I ain’t gone soft
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| Your new fans come like tans
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| They only wanna bred man’s skin after man got hot
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| Grime in my heart just like Logan
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| More serious than my slogan
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| Anybody wanna go against me
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| I will leave you seeking asylum like Snowden
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| Trust me, even if you don’t see me
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| I’m working so I don’t get rusty
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| 'Cause I’m born to do it like C. D
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| These guys try cuss me and they ain’t even sold one CD
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| The only time they’ll succeed is if they bill a zoot and it’s seedy
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| 'Cause they don’t know about fucking up shows
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| Bringing hundreds of supporters to the videos
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| Spitting brand new bars nobody knows
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| Though everybody in the room up on their toes
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| Room smoked out even though I don’t smoke
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| Forget my bars and freestyle, I don’t choke
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| Been doing this for over ten years so-
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| Anyone of you cocaine snorting label executives
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| That thinks you can take my integrity for a couple bags
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| Think twice, make grime and I get paid all nice
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| In a rave, get a lemonade and ice
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| I thought by now it was apparent that
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| These guys cannot develop our talent
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| I thought by now it was bait that
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| These guys just try decide man’s fate
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| When I made «Serious» way back in 2006
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| I can’t forget Sam told me it was a hit
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| I had to have bare meetings with pricks
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| Labels, A&Rs, radio playlists
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| Managers looking at me like a dick
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| They weren’t rating me but the guys
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| They were rating, now ain’t shit
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| But I’m still about, in fact I’m more than about right now
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| Sold out tour, smashing it out
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| About twenty features, smashing 'em out
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| See me in a six cylinder, three litre, two turbo, ragsin it out
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| So don’t tell me that grime shouldn’t
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| Be the music that man’s putting out
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| If you don’t know about fucking up shows
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| Bringing hundred’s of supporters to the videos
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| Spitting brand new bars nobody knows
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| Still everybody in the room up on their toes
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| Room smoked out even though I don’t smoke
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| Forget my bars and freestyle, I don’t choke
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| Been doing this for over ten years
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| So shh hut yuh muh, 'llow it! |