Lyrics In a Corner - Skepta

In a Corner

Microphone check, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Keep dancing til' the party’s done
I ain’t come here to hurt anyone
I don’t wanna hear no talk about gun
The only thing I wanna pop is champagne
Until my face is feelin' numb
See two mandem, wagwan dun
Check out the buff ting with a big bum
Me and the madem we look dapped
Black, hood, jeans and caps
I ain’t come hear to link no chaps
I don’t wanna hear no talk about straps
The only thing I wanna pop is champagne
Until I collapse
I got drink yeah, man I got food
Come check me for the rap
I heard you were looking for me
You don’t need glasses, if you’re looking for me
You don’t need binoculars, if you’re looking for me
You don’t need to look far, if you’re looking for me
I’m standing
In a corner
In a, in a corner
Some man are hard
And go on like them are danger
In a corner
In a, in a corner
Some man are hard
And go on like them are gangster
Yes, yes, yes Trigga
Very, very, terror
I ain’t come here to link no phone
I don’t wanna hear no talk about chrome
Only thing I wanna pop is champagne
Until it’s time to go home
I’m lean and I’m in my own zone
Skankin', bubbling like foam
Bouncin', like Snoop Dogg’s car
Dancin', oh shit rah
Couple more mandem, wagwan dun
I don’t wanna hear no talk about mash
Only thing I wanna pop is champagne
Until I run out of cash
«Yo, Sam, lend me a G»
You dunno the MySpace, forward slash
Well if you know Trigga, then you’ll know Skepta
I’m the newest shadow deamon, coalition soldier
NASA, NASA, NASA, rocket launcher
I’m double dark, triple heavy like
(Them gyal say we face, balaclava
Them gyal say we face, balaclava
A four and a nine, just a
Say what they call me?
Blood)
{Dirty astronaut fly rocket super
Big money sound, sterling, paper
Gold teeth and gargan like Mr Ninja
No skin when we’re in a corner
NASA, NASA
Yes}
A likkle darker
It’s a likkle heavier