| Most of them wait for the drop
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| Not me I’m in straight from the top
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| Wiley the Showa Eski them
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| Names are gone ring the bells and then off
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| I don’t need syrup, I ain’t got a cough
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| Wanna box, got eight in the loft
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| I should be on the TV much more
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| I know I got a face, what’s what
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| It’s a must to elevate and take that shot
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| If I score then I’m gonna be at the top spot
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| My flow, top notch
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| My lyrics, top notch
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| Might see me and I ain’t got a watch
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| And I don’t fear no one, I ain’t gotta watch
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| Watch what? |
| Test who?
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| I ain’t part of a bulletproof vest crew
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| Cause I walk with God, die when my time’s up
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| Single file everybody, line up
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| Turn a new page, get righteous
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| I’m giveing out Zip Files like a virus
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| I wanna thank them fans
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| That knew I had very good plans
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| Had tons of music album ready
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| But the label they didn’t understand
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| I’m on another label, gave me control
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| I play it like a game in a console
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| I’m talented, how could you not know
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| I got a super kryptonite flow
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| But back to the bars that I wanna hear
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| Playing at the back of the car
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| We already know that’s not for the chart
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| But it’s what I done back at the start
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| And I still flow smart
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| It’s Wiley, Showa Eski
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| And none of them boy can test me
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| It’s Wiley, nobody left me
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| Cause im out with the best yeah I told them
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| It’s Wiley, Showa Eski
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| And none of them boy can test me
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| It’s Wiley, nobody left me
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| Cause im out with the best yeah I told them
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| You got a problem, view your opinion
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| Might a be a hater, check all the symptoms
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| If I’m getting better in the game
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| Them man are slacking, why the hell should I bring them?
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| It’s my kingdom, what are you thinkin'
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| Link a lot of girls so that’s what I’m thinkin'
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| Run up on the stage drop one hook
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| Where’s My Brother get a reload, that’s what I’m thinking'
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| I’m the in thing, ask anyone who
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| Is in tune to the music I do
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| Give me a distinction, I raise the level up
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| High, believe me even you don’t want to
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| I move ghost like Hollow and Dimples
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| Keepin' it plain and simple
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| For the urban scene, I’m a symbol
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| Prove you can do it, money, jingle
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| Paper — chasing, in a car racing
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| One of them big boys sets with the bass in
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| In a meeting bring the briefcase in
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| Full of dough like Puffy and Mase and
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| A little while back when Bad Boy ruled
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| Thirty-one years I’ve already been schooled
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| I didn’t wanna end up in beef but my name’s already been called
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| It’s Wiley, Showa Eski
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| And none of them boy can test me
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| It’s Wiley, nobody left me
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| Cause im out with the best yeah I told them
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| It’s Wiley, Showa Eski
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| And none of them boy can test me
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| It’s Wiley, nobody left me
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| Cause im out with the best yeah I told them
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| Back to the bars that I like
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| Radio rinse FM on a Sunday
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| People listen to KISS on a Monday
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| Radio One every day not one day
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| One day I wanna strike like lightning
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| With a couple of hits that are frightening
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| I’m an odd watch like a brightening
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| Grime on the earth that’s my ting
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| Don’t buy the hype ting
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| I’m in a good mood semi one
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| 'Cus I didn’t beg it from anyone
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| Let my talent talk ask anyone
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| Buy a big house for the fam like Jerry done
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| Pick like Kelly done
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| Shot the A3 like Terry done
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| Christmas I come like do vibe it’s a merry one
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| Everybody drunk yo look what the Henny done
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| Cah eyes red look at what the berry done
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| Berry done a lot for the mind ask anyone
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| Pineapple juice mixed cherry one
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| 'Cus I wanna, learn to sing like Sherry done
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| Hang in the ends, like Christine and Kerry done
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| No ends could you bar me
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| Can’t make me bread like a sarnie
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| Cause I’m out in the club
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| With the gyaldem looking punani
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| Go to the straight to the zoo or the Bamboo Club
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| In my new garms from Armani
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| I’m a cool guy, R1, R6
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| Won’t see man wingin' on a Harley
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| But you will see man in Trench Town
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| Puffing on the high grade, visit the yard of Bob Marley
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| Old Volkswagen, all empty
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| Tell them the Father God sent me
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| I went from a Uno to a Bentley
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| I’m a hustler, haters resent me
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| I tell the soundboy, please don’t tempt me
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| Your lyrical mind is empty
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| It’s Wiley, Showa Eski
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| And none of them boy can test me
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| It’s Wiley, nobody left me
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| Cause im out with the best yeah I told them
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| It’s Wiley, Showa Eski
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| And none of them boy can test me
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| It’s Wiley, nobody left me
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| Cause im out with the best yeah I told them |