| Why’d you think that you’re hyper?
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| My flow’s hench like Hyper
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| Eskiboy, R6 bike rider
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| I’m on the roads, I’m the east-side rider
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| In the dance, your girl, I’m behind her
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| And I’ll give you a grand if you find her
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| It’s all good brother, she ain’t a minor
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| I won’t get hurt, I’m a ten-timer
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| I’m the prince of one-liners
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| And I push my body in vaginas
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| E3 kids, we’re the finders
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| Original tree climbers
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| Young fighters, autograph signers
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| You can say I’m one of the hardest grinders
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| I run rings around old timers
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| I ain’t sleeping, can’t you see I’m peaking?
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| Wiley’s one of the greatest rhymers
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| See I’m not on a joke ting
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| Nowadays it’s a cut your throat ting
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| Think I’m joking? |
| Run your boat here
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| Everybody in the ocean floating
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| Rage on a long ting? |
| Keep on dreaming
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| Other MC’s try provide the style like I
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| But they know they’re losing
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| Chat shit, then you’re gonna hold a bruising
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| Body keep moving
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| Stop that screaming
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| Thugged-out, no place for a weakling
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| My crew just keep on beefing
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| Dun know, big mans we’re eating
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| Send your wife to my house in a G-string
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| Pree this that we weren’t just sleeping
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| As you grind all night, she was riding
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| Did you know that your girl was shining bright like a diamond?
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| He’s not the guy, I’ll show you why
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| I’ll jack man and push keys like Lewi White
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| .33 in the fist believe me I wouldn’t lie
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| I’m gonna merk this quick as a beat I kinda like
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| Level is the east postcode that man a ride
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| Leytonstone but I rep for certain, Leyton guys cuz
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| If you knew half wagwan you wouldn’t hide
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| 'Cause you know I wouldn’t take your line
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| Can’t you see this? |
| East is where the greaze is
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| Ducking police and bucking heaters
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| I got teams that’ll run up on your dealers
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| For boxes and headlocks and three or four eediats
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| Not a big cheese prick, you don’t see shit
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| I tug lines and block half a beefing
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| With some full tints so you don’t see in
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| Back in the game and I’m raising
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| Yeah
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| All that badman talk, that’s air man
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| What you really think that’s gonna scare man?
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| Every morning I say a prayer man
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| So if you wanna shoot me, I’m here man
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| I don’t care man
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| I just go to the rave with bare man
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| I done the tune of the year man
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| Even though you don’t wanna hear man
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| Don’t ever try chat shit when I’m 'ere man
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| I’m tryna make it clear like glass
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| Don’t come around here and play the arse
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| Cock back the ting and blast
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| And your whole body will be covered in casts
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| Can’t eat no food, you have to fast
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| Now your rudeboy career’s in the past
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| Some fake badboy what’s wearing a mask
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| You failed the badboy task
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| Yeah, what
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| You flip which bit? |
| Which box? |
| Which half?
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| You think you shot, stop making me laugh
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| I ain’t wearing a badboy mask
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| Try it with me you will see who’s the badboy last
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| You’re a popstar
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| Don’t sit around like a rockstar
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| Fronting like you let the shotty blast
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| On stage with a hundred bodyguards
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| I move solo, holding something that will slip through body parts
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| Don’t push me, we ain’t cushty, I’m like shh please
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| Fronting like you live the road life
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| You ain’t stabbed, clapped or freed up in your whole life
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| If I heard you was shotting no mash I’d just run up on man with the cold pipe
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| You got a badboy mask but it’s so tight
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| Act rough 'cause you got a little road hype
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| Nuff man a rate me, but nuff wanna hate me
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| True their girlfriends wanna date me
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| Truly they hate me
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| When you see me just say it to me
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| Don’t see me and say «safe» to me
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| But you’re afraid of me
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| 'Cause what you say to your girlfriend
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| When you see me you don’t say it to me
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| She wants to lay me
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| So I will find out what you said 'cause I’ll hear it through the grape tree
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| I heard something lately, I heard man wanna blaze me
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| I heard man really wanna grave me, but it’s all gravy
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| 'Cause nothing don’t phase me, I roll with the baby daily
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| It’s right where my waist be, and it stays off safety
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| And I only aim where your face be
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| So don’t get feisty
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| 'Cause you’ll D-I-E, no ifs, no buts, no maybe |