Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Track 1, artist - Skepta.
Date of issue: 01.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Track 1 |
Junior |
Meridian War |
London |
This is what music sounds like in my dreams man |
Mental |
Yeah, I’m in my zone |
Livin the life of the young and gifted |
In the studio, run out of drink, all we got is some weed and biscuits |
I’m supposed to be writing |
Instead I’m daydreaming about doggy-styling Kate Winslet |
Snap out of the dream |
Pass me the lighter let me light up the green |
A million words in my head |
Tryna think about punchlines that I haven’t already said |
I wanna write a diss track but my enemies are already dead |
I only smoke one spliff but my eyes are already red |
I’ll be waiting til the cows come home |
For man to offer me a biscuit cos I don’t normally beg |
Open up the pizza box we got earlier but it’s full of crust and corn |
We’ve been here so long |
I just heard the speakers yawn |
I go hard like Jason Bourne |
These other MC’s remind me of Mr. Bean and Johnny English reborn |
But I still beep my horn |
Screamin' team UK |
Cos that’s where I made my name |
That’s where I made my change |
That’s where I fucked up them pussyholes when they tried to pop my chain |
Nothing but true facts that I speak on the track |
Real niggas know where the real niggas at |
I’m a good youth but I will fight back |
Out to the mixed-race, white and black |
Fake G’s all over the place |
If you put it on me you better put something over your face |
Cos I won’t snitch I’ll tell the officer I don’t wanna press no charges |
I’m closing the case |
Discharge myself from the hospital |
Fuck the constable |
Go home and deal with the beef like sunday roast on a plate |
See I grew up in London |
Where the olders talk, but the youngers ain’t listening |
I was given dirty looks by the priest at my christening |
No food in the kitchen |
Two brothers, one sister’n |
Right now you’re listening to the oldest sibling |
And I get so much cake I might change my surname to Kipling |
All the mandem raise your glasses again |
Here’s to another year at the top of the game |
Ah we just can’t stop toasting |
Said I’ll be a big MC by end of school term and they thought I was joking |
Now I got 15 girls in my bed and each and every one of them’s roasting |
Same shit different day (x3) |
Me and the mandem moeshing |
Said I’ll be a big MC by end of school term and they thought I was joking |
Now I got 15 girls in my bed and each and every one of them’s roasting |
Blacklisted, yeah |