Skepta - Doin' It Again lyrics

[Verse 1] I noticed when I walked in The room went dark Somebody better call the police There's a guy here with no heart He said he goes by the name of Skepta He's on a warpath And he said if anybody touches the crown He's gonna tear them apart I'm a grime MC's worst enemy I k** them and i put them in a cemetery And if anybody thinks they're sick in the head Then I'm going to rip him to shreds live on the stage like Jeremy I'm going in for the k** I wouldn't stop even if i had a punctured wheel Got no time for the war with will Squash that beef like a Foreman grill I got a lot of mandem looking out for me The ladies, they go wild for me Back to the front, left to the right And everybody up in the balcony You can tell by my accent that I'm straight out of London city Like Wiley Like Dizzee Like Tinie Like Trippy Let's get busy, I was in forth now I'm in fifth Man wished I was in court looking at a sixth Instead I'm on tour, I f** off the stage, encore Excuse my French, bonjour Je m'appelle Skepta AKA Daniel Son If I'm on the bill at two Then the party starts at about half past one [Hook] I'm a grime MC and i won't change Doing it again, doing it my own way I'm a grime MC and i won't change Doing it again, doing it my own way I'm a grime MC and i won't change Doing it again, doing it my own way And I might recycle the bar Because my material is too good to throw away Doing it again, they tried to stop me but I'm doing it again Skepta, yeah I'm doing it again Boy Better Know yeah I'm doing it again I'm, I'm doing it again They tried to stop me but I'm doing it again Skepta, yeah I'm doing it again Boy Better Know I'm doing it again [Verse 2] All because of the grime bars I'm spitting MC's are talking about quitting 25 mobiles ringing, majors bidding Boy Better Know chase ringing I've walked with the best 2 fingers up to the west Big S tattooed on my chest Microphone champion no contest A lot of man never though i would get to say my piece Can't believe the singles i release I climbed up the chart at light speed And I made Amira forget about Syed If it costs to be the boss, I pay full price And i can show you my receipt Scars on my body from wars in the street Pain in my left arm, and i can't sleep So I'm sitting up praying for success to come a little sooner I never s** up to no-one, I'm not a hoover I come to f** up the game like a sore looser The way i turn heads You would have thought that this was a reverse parking man-oeuvre And when you're listening to Boy Better Know You're listening to the sound of the future I keep my circle tight And the question everyone's asking is, "Who are you?" So i gotta put these squares in the right place like a Rubiks cube I'm a solider, what have you been through? You and your stupid crew Better remember when you're talking to a chart topper You're talking to the lord of the mic part 2 [Hook]