Skepta - Radio 1Xtra Live from New York lyrics

Verse 1 – Skepta I want a 100% not fifty/fifty I get money but my name ain't Fifty Went to the Lloyd Bank, took out a Yung Buck Brown, purple, pinky And then I put pink stones in the pinky Bought an R6 and a motorbike jacket to make sure I minimise any injuries Yo, come follow me I make money but I don't work in the mint Brown, purple, pink Cause the Queen looks pretty in pink, these other MC's are skint I'm looking at black BM limousine tint Cause I don't want nobody to see me, unless I'm on TV Yo, you know why cause I was frivolous but now I'm a saver I'm a hustler by nature I can sell bread to a baker, sell a fence to my next door neighbour I wanna buy a strap with a lazer Cause im famous but I'm still a raver See girls see me in the club they're like He ain't got one bottle of champagne, (champagne) He's got two, (got two) I'm like babe (like babe) that's how we do (that's how we do) No, no, no you man can't do it like me Nope, you can't do it like me Nope, cause I ain't Leth to the B Nar, Jamie (Verse 2 – JME) Everybody wants to be 1 It's easy for me to MC But it's not the same for everyone And just 'cos you see me MC Don't think that you can be one Bruv your swag, laters, bless Safe, bye, gwan I won't clash none of these MC's Before we start I've already won This is grime, it's not rap JME, not Raekwon Dun know the Myspace dot com forward slash Aaron B.B.R 1 I'm like Neo from the matrix But in the music 'cos I am the 1 I made a tune called "serious" And it's about not having a 2 2 'Cos im individual Not 'cos I'm scared like a girl in a tutu I shoulda won the grime Nobel peace award Like Desmond tutu See I stayed in school got my degree Even if I get a 2 2 I've done it, time waits for no-one This year I was 2-2 My dad wants me to do a masters And my mum wants me to too They want me to do everything I bet they want me to climb Timbuktu too But I'm just gonna do music Until 2 thousand and 2 2 (Verse 3 – Skepta) I rep Boy Better Know, theres no better boys You don't wanna see JME getting annoyed Cause when he starts shouting Boy Better Know It's not a laughing joke so if you wanna play a game Boy better go get a toy, when I said Boy Better Know Man should of knew I never said it by mistake My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape I tell a boy Boy Better Know it's money making season I book a flight to New York for no reason You wanna buy a CD, I'm selling it Go to the radio give out the phone line number n***as in Brooklyn are belling it The grime sound I'm spreading it I know I've got a big head innit Better mind I don't come to your show and Hot 9-7 it We can do it London stylee and rinse it We can Heat FM 9-6-6 it Don't mix it I wanna mess him up so bad, not even Jimmy could fix it Go on then stir it and whisk it I'll start spitting out fire like a 38 biscuit Don't know why these man are messing with the team When not even Rooney would risk it (Verse 4 – JME) If I get famous, you'll still see me I go forward right by 3 3 3 I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E I do what I want, I'm free free free Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album Gave it to me for free free free Put it in my PC, track 16 When it got to 3 3 3 I got my lyric book, started barsing Rhythm set my mind free free free I'm writing alot, unlikely to stop Look at the clock blud, 3 3 3 Gonna write more, that's what I'm here for Give it to you lot for free free free I'm an angel, I cut the devil in half I cut him down to 3 3 3 (Verse 5 – Skepta) My names Skepta, you don't like it come out the country Boy Better Know any violations get dealt with abruptly The last time I drawed my machine out Tony Blair started phoning my mumsy I told mumsy to hang up, told them already They can't bad badman up Please sit down, who said stand up Please stay there, who said come here You think I don't know the fa**yoles don't like me But its ok cause they can't buss gun here That's why the skeng talk goes into one ear Then it comes out of the other one Forget girl better blow and the other Boy Better Know that's the label Me, Frisco, Wiley, Sam, Max and my brother run (Verse 6 – JME) Make me laugh, if you want a t-shirt bruv just ask If I see any more boy better garms Ill put on my V for Vendetta mask then Come to your shop and start wrapping up fast Girl better blow ain't in my cla** What, do you think I make t-shirts for these little stupid ragged hoes with no, with no What you wearing that t-shirt for you tramp You can get three for a score At Wembley market you can get four Some people in girl better blow t-shirts wanna picture But I'm too raw Sorry, no! Your t-shirts poor Why you wearing girl better blow when everybody knows You don't get saw You'll get slapped in your boat like boom-shacka-lack Make money from me, don't try that Nobody except JME can spit on a beat with no hire hats Kick, ba**, snare clap You can never do this bruv whys that Cause your breath stinks, get tic tacs Bredrin heres a pound go buy a pack (Verse 7 – Skepta) London, I'm a UK ninja Forget a Philly blunt pa** me a rizla If you want, take a picture I know I'm a G but forget me Take a look at the pinky finger Take a look at the pinky finger Take a look at the pinky finger Ok, ok I need more, more, more money more paper More, more money more paper I wanna see more dough than a baker Run tings like Ninjaman and Cartel in Jamaica Promoters pay me nuff paper you know me man The only man that could ever give me a bill is a waiter Skepta heavy, heavy like Ba**a I spit a bar, man are like danger danger Somebody tell these babies theres no space in the manger Anybody get rude, I'll send for the head top rearranger Go home and do the math Im JME multiplied by Maxwell Ranger I'm way too serious And if you don't wanna get taken away don't talk to the stranger Im still real and I always have been, you can't pull the wool over Man tried to drop food on Skepta like I was a napkin Tried to threaten Skepta with the gatling I was like go on then send for the gatling I'm ready for the war like Audley Harrison Showed him what im rolling with And said anytime youre ready make way to the garrison (Verse 8 – Jme) Whats the meaning of JME? Jack Man Everyday, blatantly No, youre mistaken see My birth name ain't escaping me Whats the meaning of JME? Jack Man Everyday, blatantly No, youre mistaken My names Jamie, also known as O O D Cause if I got a G im good! Plus bare girls know me from the hood But I ain't happy with a G, I wanna get H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P I remember saying that when I was 3 I used to say J, K, minna minna P My teacher that tought me my alphabet Now im selling him CD's Give me half a chance and Im selling him a tee Put on a t-shirt turn him inna G Boy Better Know, all the girls will try sweet him up Like cinnamon and cream Groupie love yeah that's what I wanna see Pull my clothes when Im spitting on a beat Buy another t-shirt then, cause Why do you think theyre all hollering at me? (Verse 9 – Skepta) Man better tell the truth and stop lying Everybody knows when dutty Skepta touch the microphone These MC's start dying Mum dressed in black, everybody crying Man diss me but I'm not replying I'm not in an indirecting and slying These MC's, clash me think that they're Gonna get rich but they all die tryin' Man better tell the truth and stop lying Everybody knows when dutty Skepta touch the microphone These rap rappers start dying Everybody crying Let me tell you why I'm not replying Cause im not in an indirecting and slying These MC's, clash me think that they're Gonna get rich but they all die tryin'