Skepta - Intensive Snare lyrics

Go on then Lighta Are ya stupid Skepta and and Forward Skepta Its not you its me Plasticman Are ya stupid? Blud Are you stupid in the nose, ba**line in ya nostril Some chestplate business More than grime Rock ya headtop Ba**line Meridian Ok, FORWARD! Go on then, go on then Lemme see ya lighters in the air Are you stupid in the face? Check the intensive snare The hi-hats, treble and BASS (x2) I'm gunna keep spittin' 'til Geeneus kicks me off Rinse Might see me with the east side prince Might see me in a blue car with tints Might see this monkey in the ghetto With no Trim takin out the garbage If I hear ya chat greeze I'll come to your ends and cause Maximum carnage Boy Better Know this, my name's Joseph My name's Skepta, my name's Junior See in school man I used to hit boys with a ruler The English teacher tried make me hoover But I'm a badboy from Nigeria Not St. Lucia Joseph Junior Adenuga Big lips, African hooter Go on then, go on then Lemme see your lighters in the air Are you stupid in the face? Check the intensive snare The hi-hats, treble and BASS Lemme see your lighters in the air Are you stupid in the face? Check the intensive snare The hi-hats, treble and The level I'm on: they wanna reach this Cuz when I touch mic I'm the deepest I'm the strongest, you're the weakest I'm on the A-list You're still strugglin' to get up on the C-list I'll chop an MC into pieces I'm a badman, you're a penis And your whole crew stink like faeces But now check the remix You see the level I'm on they wanna be on Cos I'm a star and i shine like neon Lyrically gun a man down like Leon And you're a wasteman So there' s a lot of things we can't agree on You got a big tune, put me on I'm on a badman ting, what's he on? Drive to your house in a 4 door 'rion Draw for the tool Go on then, go on then, go on then Lemme see your lighters in the air Are you stupid in the face? Check the intensive snare The hihats, treble and BASS x2 Skepta, Plasticman More than grime The hihats treble and ba** All tight crew know bout up in the air Skepta, picky afro But you know what? If you paid your money to see me slew Get a refund and drive home safely Or shut ya mouth and stop cryin like a baby Want me to keep on slewin MCs 'til I'm 80 Nah, please dont hate me Im still gunna say "draw for the tool" "Whadya mean you fool" "take off my jacket" "God forgive me" you know all of the cla**ics Cos when you compare my bars to a mash I spray like a MAC10, not a deuce deuce I made that boy there beg for a truce He wanted to clash me until i started hurlin abuse And then he realised there' s no use He just hung himself with his own noose I hold the power like Zeus And when I touch mic in the dance all hell breaks loose Go on then Lemme see your lighters in the air Are you stupid in the face? Check the intensive snare The hi-hats, treble and BASS x6