| It’s been over ten years and I’m still doing it
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| They’ve digested your music and shitted it out
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| But mine, they’re still chewingit
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| I get airplay, unlike you
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| And if you ask anybody their top five MCs
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| I guarantee they don’t put you in it
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| You jump on the beat and you just ruin it
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| Your tunes? |
| Mandem keep slewing it
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| Your garms? |
| Mandem keep slewing it
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| Your whip? |
| Mandem keep slewing it
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| Trust me, you gave me your album, fam
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| And I honestly don’t know what to do with it
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| Hold it at arms' length
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| Then drop it in the bin like a nappy with poo-poo in it
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| Get this straight from now
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| You sound like me, I don’t sound like you, init
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| No way
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| You can’t do what we do, no way
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| If we didn’t say what we say, nobody would’ve ever said
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| Anything that we’ve ever said to the end of time
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| No way
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| You can’t do what we do, no way
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| You can’t do what we do, no way
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| You can’t do what we do, no way
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| Selec-le-lecta
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| You can’t test the best, you’ll get parred
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| All of my creps look fresh
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| Cause you dun know that I rep the Crep Protect hard
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| Anybody wanna hear a badboy tune?
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| Then check Jme or check for Skepta
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| If you’re on set with the mandem, trust me
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| You can’t come around and then forget bars
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| Selec-le-lec
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| If your CD’s on, I press eject
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| If you borrow my sound, then you better pay back
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| Or I kick off your door and debt collect
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| If you ask for a verse and I don’t do it
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| Don’t ask again, fam, you best forget
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| But if you ask again and I don’t answer
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| You are a waste cadet
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| No way
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| You can’t do what we do, no way
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| If we didn’t say what we say, nobody would’ve ever said
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| Anything that we’ve ever said to the end of time
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| No way
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| You can’t do what we do, no way
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| You can’t do what we do, no way
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| You can’t do what we do, no way
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| Trust me
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| Even man like Teddy’s on this ting
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| Killing and burying this ting
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| Got couple tunes on the telly and this ting
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| Used to be called Silencer
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| But he’s not silent, so he’s rinsing
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| Now this violent grime is the in ting
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| So we just rhyme in time, keep listening
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| I don’t know you
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| Don’t chat shit, fam, I will go old-school
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| Trust, straight up-and-down like yo-yos do
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| Always smiling like a photoshoot
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| Boy Better Know, you can see the logo
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| You man have got no taste like cold tofu
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| Any beat, any tune, you will just roll through
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| But not me
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| Badboy instrumentals only
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| No way
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| You can’t do what we do, no way
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| If we didn’t say what we say, nobody would’ve ever said
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| Anything that we’ve ever said to the end of time
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| No way
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| You can’t do what we do, no way
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| You can’t do what we do, no way
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| You can’t do what we do, no way |