Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Listen Up, artist - Skepta. Album song Greatest Hits, in the genre Дабстеп
Date of issue: 16.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Boy Better Know
Song language: English
Listen Up |
Listen up, listen up |
Yeah |
I’m a Welbourne warrior, St Paul’s soldier |
Northumberland park, next door neighbour |
Eskimo raver, L-stone visitor, Meridian resident |
See me in Manny with President |
Showaman or south soldiers |
Don’t fear olders, I never had youngers |
Age ain’t nothin' but numbers |
My seventeen year olds roll with pumpers |
I’mma temple tourer, champagne pourer |
Winchmore warrior, Class A courier |
Grime scene ambassador, Duppy maker |
Four four saviour, Ally Pally jungle raver |
Entry ticket and a borer |
Fresh hair cut, with a side partin' and a border |
Selby Centre explorer |
Private caller ignorer |
Go on then |
Everybody knows Skepta, I’m about |
I should change my name to Beadle |
In a dance I get evil |
I get so many reloads, somebody better bring another needle |
I’m Dizzee Rascal, Kano, Wiley and Lethal, the sequel |
I’m back to business, playtime’s over |
I’ve gotta stand up tall, represent my home sweet home for my UK people |
Listen up closely, pay attention |
(I repeat), pay attention |
I blaze any one of these guys just give me one mic, one blue Rizla and a Benson |
I’m not an easy clash, ask tiomi yie wun sen den sung |
I flow darker than my skin complexion |
Now I get big man money like I was claiming a pension |
But you’re one of them boys from the past who gets asked a question, |
hasn’t got the answer |
Now you’re looking in all different directions |
Asking your mates for suggestions |
Little did you know, nobody knows the answer |
So now you’re asking the host of the show to pass the question |
You better than me, that’s taking the piss like a two and a half hour detention |
Go on then |
I call my album Greatest Hits |
'Cuz all my old music is better than your latest shit |
Yeah he’s alright, but I like the basic shit |
I don’t like too many words in a sentence in unreal |
Two weeks on remand, I don’t talk like I done a life sentence |
Nothing to prove I shot food on the baitest strip |
Long body Mondeo’s, bright red XR2's, bagging up in the baitest whips |
Now I make the best Grime music |
Some man run up in the booth and lose it |
Start spittin' like Dipset, D-Block and G-Unit |
Kano brought a new flow to the game |
Now I look around, ten million emcees in the Grime scene wanna use it |
It’s my job to make 'em look stupid |
I bury emcees on pirate radio |
Spit a big boy sixteen bar |
Hot like tar |
Hotter than Trinidad and Tobago |
And man know what I’m like on a stage show |
Four best crews in the game, I’m doin' it again |
Them kinda lyrics send man up to the sky with two wings and a halo |
None of these emcees want war with Skepta |