Rebound X - Spaceship lyrics

[Intro: Skepta] Yeah, it's tune of the month, is he dumb? I don't care how long he put it out. I'm riding it Yeah. Skepta. Send it out to Rebound X, nothing long Yo [Verse 1: Skepta] You see the top four crews in the game? I'm in them If you don't like me, do something then Too many screwfaces, I ain't in them I want paper, dibby dibby wages, I ain't in them My crew put five 20 pound notes in a roulette machine and spin them Anybody get rude, I clench my fist and chin them Forget a mash, forget a clash They're trash, I'll bin them I don't wanna lyrical swing, I will physically swing them That's why I haven't clashed anybody since long son den some win seng If I hear man say my name, I'll ring them If I hear any gun talk on my 3310 Find out where they are and link them Headlock, powerdrive then pin them [Verse 2: Jme] I don't know where you think you're going With them one, two likkle bars, deadout Clash me, you'll get a par You know my face, Jamie Adenuga I don't care what manaman thinks I heard your mixtape and it stinks How you perform when you're onstage Smells exactly like your mixtape When I spray, everyone gets haps Jumping about, shouting BRAP BRAP Doing bare tings with their hands That's how you know man's got bare fans You ain't got anyone but cats About you got bredrins and that Don't try a ting, man ain't an eediot Tell you to shh hut yuh muh, dead [Verse 3: Skepta] Joseph, but I'm not your average Joe though I will murk your whole team on a solo Cause I'm ma**ive in the game, you're a midget in the game I'm like Pizza Hut and you're like Pizza Go-Go Me wife a ho? That's a no-no Never give no girl my last Rolo Cause I'm still getting thoughts of my girl Going up and down on her ex man like a yo-yo But forget that, I'm Skepta, take a photo Black T-shirt, Boy Better Know logo Man know, I'm still in the bits, so when they see me they say "Wah gwan, show show" Bun traffic, I don't go flow I just come off my two-year ban I'm still bussing off illegal U-ies in front of the po-po Red light, but I still go though Go on then [Verse 4: Jme] Jamie and I get deep on the dubs Vocals never sound weak on the dubs Man say they wanna hear me dubs on the dubs I can spit fast like D Doubs on the dubs My dubs are deep like this is mums on the dubs Your dubs are cheap like subs on the dubs Hear my voice in the clubs on the dubs Strong like a guy at the pub on the dubs Jamie, I get deep on the dubs Vocals never sound weak on the dubs Man say they wanna hear me dubs on the dubs I can spit fast like D Doubs on the dubs My dubs are deep like this is mums on the dubs Your dubs are cheap like subs on the dubs Hear my voice in the clubs on the dubs Strong like a guy at the pub on the dubs [Verse 5: Skepta] I know you wrote that lyric for me and Jme So don't even bother explaining it Your guntalk, i'm not entertaining it I show love but they ain't embracing it Stop talking like your voice has ba** in it I've got the title and none of you are taking it You'll get an action replay Lord of the Mics 2 If you write a bar with my name in it I'm the best, there's no escaping it When I'm on the radio, man are taping it I'm gonna keep spitting till I get a house And a car with a ba**box and a face in it You man have been on the road for too long Stop spending your money, start saving You're getting old now, you never used to have a beard Now you're shaving, use your head, you've got a brain [Verse 6: Jme] Dickhead, wasteman, poomplex Don't know what you're thinking, but it's not me and you spitting in the same room flex When I enter, you exit cuh You said sh** 'bout me and Skepta Now sh** can't be perfect cuh You let the situation get complex When I'm in the bits Your diaphragm s**s in a bit I bring the pressure, I make the hits Skepta made six MCs quit That's right, next MCs can't test me Skepta, H, Bossman, Pabs, Prez T You know I come with every Catch me in Sidewinder, Eski [Verse 7: Skepta] I go to many different dances Some of them are not safe, but I take chances I got friends in different ends That's why my family tree has got so many branches I'm a big artist and I know my name is on your tongue like shoelaces That's why you see me surfing the net Looking at these fake gangsters' MySpaces On this ting, remember their faces Look at their top friends, clock their faces The way these black man hate me Cause I'm a black MC, you would've thought they were racist I don't talk greaze on a regular basis But I used to roll with the ball and the cue like Steve Davis And you won't ever hear me boasting about any likkle Babylon chases [Verse 8: Jme] For any rave, when I come around Everybody knows what's going down I'm on this ting, look at my face Don't get rude! Know your place Drink your drink or just blaze your zoot Pretend you're on the phone if you need to Can't jack me, can't rob me, can't screw Cause I'm a badboy just like you I don't think he heard what you said This MC ain't heard what I said Skepta, he ain't hear what I said If he can't hear, he'll feel instead I don't think he heard what you said This MC ain't heard what I said Skepta, he didn't hear what ya said If he can't hear, he'll feel instead [Verse 9: Skepta] Temple tourer, champagne pourer Winchmore warrior, cla** A courier Grime scene amba**ador, duppy maker 4 4 saviour, Ally Pally jungle raver Entry ticket and a borer Fresh haircut with a side parting and a border Selby centre explorer, private ahh YO NASA! NASA, NASA, LIFTOFF LIVE