Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Wiley, artist - Wiley. Album song Showa Eski EP, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 11.08.2011
Record label: Prodigal Entertainment
Song language: English
It's Wiley |
Most of them wait for the drop |
Not me I’m in straight from the top |
Wiley the Showa Eski them |
Names are gone ring the bells and then off |
I don’t need syrup, I ain’t got a cough |
Wanna box, got eight in the loft |
I should be on the TV much more |
I know I got a face, what’s what |
It’s a must to elevate and take that shot |
If I score then I’m gonna be at the top spot |
My flow, top notch |
My lyrics, top notch |
Might see me and I ain’t got a watch |
And I don’t fear no one, I ain’t gotta watch |
Watch what? |
Test who? |
I ain’t part of a bulletproof vest crew |
Cause I walk with God, die when my time’s up |
Single file everybody, line up |
Turn a new page, get righteous |
I’m giveing out Zip Files like a virus |
I wanna thank them fans |
That knew I had very good plans |
Had tons of music album ready |
But the label they didn’t understand |
I’m on another label, gave me control |
I play it like a game in a console |
I’m talented, how could you not know |
I got a super kryptonite flow |
But back to the bars that I wanna hear |
Playing at the back of the car |
We already know that’s not for the chart |
But it’s what I done back at the start |
And I still flow smart |
It’s Wiley, Showa Eski |
And none of them boy can test me |
It’s Wiley, nobody left me |
Cause im out with the best yeah I told them |
It’s Wiley, Showa Eski |
And none of them boy can test me |
It’s Wiley, nobody left me |
Cause im out with the best yeah I told them |
You got a problem, view your opinion |
Might a be a hater, check all the symptoms |
If I’m getting better in the game |
Them man are slacking, why the hell should I bring them? |
It’s my kingdom, what are you thinkin' |
Link a lot of girls so that’s what I’m thinkin' |
Run up on the stage drop one hook |
Where’s My Brother get a reload, that’s what I’m thinking' |
I’m the in thing, ask anyone who |
Is in tune to the music I do |
Give me a distinction, I raise the level up |
High, believe me even you don’t want to |
I move ghost like Hollow and Dimples |
Keepin' it plain and simple |
For the urban scene, I’m a symbol |
Prove you can do it, money, jingle |
Paper — chasing, in a car racing |
One of them big boys sets with the bass in |
In a meeting bring the briefcase in |
Full of dough like Puffy and Mase and |
A little while back when Bad Boy ruled |
Thirty-one years I’ve already been schooled |
I didn’t wanna end up in beef but my name’s already been called |
It’s Wiley, Showa Eski |
And none of them boy can test me |
It’s Wiley, nobody left me |
Cause im out with the best yeah I told them |
It’s Wiley, Showa Eski |
And none of them boy can test me |
It’s Wiley, nobody left me |
Cause im out with the best yeah I told them |
Back to the bars that I like |
Radio rinse FM on a Sunday |
People listen to KISS on a Monday |
Radio One every day not one day |
One day I wanna strike like lightning |
With a couple of hits that are frightening |
I’m an odd watch like a brightening |
Grime on the earth that’s my ting |
Don’t buy the hype ting |
I’m in a good mood semi one |
'Cus I didn’t beg it from anyone |
Let my talent talk ask anyone |
Buy a big house for the fam like Jerry done |
Pick like Kelly done |
Shot the A3 like Terry done |
Christmas I come like do vibe it’s a merry one |
Everybody drunk yo look what the Henny done |
Cah eyes red look at what the berry done |
Berry done a lot for the mind ask anyone |
Pineapple juice mixed cherry one |
'Cus I wanna, learn to sing like Sherry done |
Hang in the ends, like Christine and Kerry done |
No ends could you bar me |
Can’t make me bread like a sarnie |
Cause I’m out in the club |
With the gyaldem looking punani |
Go to the straight to the zoo or the Bamboo Club |
In my new garms from Armani |
I’m a cool guy, R1, R6 |
Won’t see man wingin' on a Harley |
But you will see man in Trench Town |
Puffing on the high grade, visit the yard of Bob Marley |
Old Volkswagen, all empty |
Tell them the Father God sent me |
I went from a Uno to a Bentley |
I’m a hustler, haters resent me |
I tell the soundboy, please don’t tempt me |
Your lyrical mind is empty |
It’s Wiley, Showa Eski |
And none of them boy can test me |
It’s Wiley, nobody left me |
Cause im out with the best yeah I told them |
It’s Wiley, Showa Eski |
And none of them boy can test me |
It’s Wiley, nobody left me |
Cause im out with the best yeah I told them |