Skepta - Poomplex lyrics

Yo You Poooomplex (Verse 1) I'm clocking them fake rappers Eating oxygen cakes Go home, listen to Boy Better Know I sold more than the box of 'em mate But if you're on my side Chill, relax, and enjoy the ride I'm not a one hit wonder boy Trust me, I make music all the time Someone's mouth needs shutting today Everybody's got something to say If I quit this music to my road Half of you guys will have nothing to play See I hear this stuff all the time You think you can write bars like mine Look in your lyric books and you'll find 3, 14159 (Hook) Poomplex x8 (Verse 2) I only make badboy tunes So when there's all five man in the room All communication stops Cause if you don't hear me, then you're doomed You can't test me, you might be a pro I don't care, I'm mightier so When you see my mix album on the shelves, cop that It's a deal like Ikea On the Boy Better Know CD you'll get Bare tunes from JME, you best Play my tunes at full volumes and shout Shh hut yuh muh, rudeboy, poomplex, diickhead You know I'm the best Your favourite MC, there's no contest Musically I'm ahead of the rest Poooomplex (Hook) Poomplex x8 (Verse 3) I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms Turn them, shh hut yuh muh, there's no Rudeboy, wipe your lips, wipe your squalms I've got my own T's Man see me and think I got p's Tell them, eyo fam, you know me Still hustlin for my food to eat I only go pubs, to play pool and thats if its a must Plus if I can't get into the pool club If not then I'll go make a dub I don't do collabs Hold me down like I've got flab But I'm slipping, washboard abs Breeze right through the track Are you mmmmaad? (Hook) Poomplex x8