Skepta - 1Xtra Westwood Freestyle lyrics

Listen, Wiley I told them youts I'm gone again See the Devil ain't working, no more no more "vroom my long again" And if I smell any fire in the building turn them sprinklers on again I leave your whole clique wet Thought we died but now I'm in the born again Swing my nine again, I ain't finished yet Here he goes again, heard a tune called "Who's Got Lyrics?" I made a tune called "Stupid Question" Fam I got flows again, I write the wickedest lyrics, yaeh Disrespect anyone of my bros again Fling on my black-track clothes again Make sure you die slow again And I'm finished, yo yo Like Arma said, it's nothing, leave them Bare skeng talk, I can't believe them The red and white R6 I'll leave them Ed Hardy gla**es I can't see them So why you talking like you can't die? One bullet in each lung, breath then then, you see you're sounding wheezy And I heard your CD, you and your mandem are talking greazy I just tell a man like D-E-E, come on, come on Do you really think I give two sh**s if you're greazy? I don't think so, you man ain't seen greazy yet When my mandem pop it off, your manna will fly into the sky like EasyJet Cause I'm back in my zone again, it's mental Listening to the same instrumental Staying up so late my eyes start looking oriental And this pen is so temperamental, it's mental I get money but you still see me in a rental Shaking the petrol pump, tryna get the last bits of petrol Cause I'm famous, I keep it normal still Real recognise real, recognise real I'm so real, the nurse that brought me Will recognise me when I'm forty Like Shorty I've been real from day I see MC's I don't carry on away So why would they wanna hate us when its 2008? You know what, I would hate me too If I had the same MySpace views as you If I saw Skepta go from sitting on a wall To sitting in a white V6 coupe I think I'm the best and I call it competitive confidence, not vanity It's not my fault them man got a childish mentality They don't know how to make a tune for the mainstream Radio, road man and stage show at the same time Watch what "Too Many Man" and "Sungla**es At Night" do in 2-00-9 Let me show you why I'm the King of Grime You write a hundred million different flows I write that cla**ical line, to last me my whole life time Yes, I wouldn't like me either If I had a flow like yours that left no space for a breather Then Skepta comes around, with a flow that breaks down More times than a P-reg Vauxhall Tigra To book Skepta ain't getting no cheaper, promoters still want me to feature You're sitting at home telling yourself the swag food you're smoking is a creeper It's not creeping, stop lying to yourself fam You might as well have bought shisha Too real, nobody realer Too deep, nobody deeper Flow like Gus, call me the street sweeper Yo, it's time to get darker Rise up the cricket bat like Brian Lara Anybody see any enemies on the Gaza Empty the clip first, questions after From time the skeng burst, no more laughter Them man can't laugh with me Or fist me, one man soldier If I'm danger, turn into a gymnastic with a little Linford Christie Then if I see a fence I'm a hurdler Jump in your back garden like a burglar And boy better know the difference between sending for the 9 millimetre and a murderer Cause I'm so presidential and these yutes ain't respecting the president But when the war kicks off You start phoning and texting the president You think you can take me for a victim You think I rap way too fast Now your thinking this grime ting ain't the in ting But you know what? I hear that k**er But don't mistake me for that, I get mad when I think this ting got me spitting with people like Boya and Sask**a Look right its not what it looks like I stay with a gang, live a good life I used to shot grams on a push bike, But I want a name brand like Suge Knight I took time, I kept a low profile I had the food that made the cats go wild Before music, I had a booming line Fam, ask T-Mobile Six o'clock in the morning I flew out, flew down the road, flew back then flew in My mum knows what I'm doing And deep down, I know she's screwing I fell asleep with 13 scores in my mouth Had a dream about chicken and chips Like an eedyat, I started chewing Woke up, started spewing Thinking when is all this gonna end? I had to open them up then wrap them again I've been on the road so if the beat needs road bars, it's nothing I'll strap them again Real mandem know I'm certified, you can't school me, I've been there That's why when you walk in the dance all the skengman go to, I'm in there Put your sungla**es on Dance with me to my sungla**es song Some manna's don't like me cause I say I'm the king of grime So time after time I show man, I will never let no man diss the program Over and over again I prove that; any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man Put me up against gimmicks, sound effects or skippy flow man Don't think that you're cold You're not ready for the snow man, you don't want drama Trust me I can get hot like lava So on point in the war, the government wanna find out if I've been chatting to Osama Skepta the K-I-N-G, man start panicking when I MC Yeah, J-A rules, but it's Boy Better Know, it's not Murder I-N-C Yo, there's some hating family Never ever gonna be Made In Family They got no bars, call them man need-more-training family Nope, they start...family So one-minute-remaining family And they got no cars Some Tesco's bag on their head when it's raining family My family are some money-making family Start behaving family, I turn in the electrician and start tazin family We put holes in skins, them man are some grazing family I drop so much sh**, them man are still straining family Boy Better Know, I'm, I'm I said Boy Better - yo yo I'm no snake but you don't wanna clash this python Cause when I start squeezin fam I make MCs wanna resort to violence I'm a heavyweight like Mike Tyson And I'm the king of the ring like Rocky That's why I don't watch nobody Got old school MCs sayin "We need some more girls in here" like it's Olly Olly Olly I'm ready for the war anytime when it kicks off That's why my enemies are pissed off I'll be the best grime artist Even if I made an album with a Punjabi hit-squad Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kriss Kross Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod And if you still don't know what time it is... Check out my Ed Hardy wristwatch Actually, check out the jeans, Ed Hardy Factory Some dumb Ed Hardy creps, walkin with a dumb Ed Hardy bop I got so much Ed Hardy clothes I could open my own Ed Hardy shop But, you man are dry like you ain't creamed before I shop in a place you ain't seen before The Ed Hardy Dan wearing some Ed Hardy watches you ain't seen before I'm peaking, me and Stryder become true on a "flee" ting Your shopkeeper, he knows it's a P-ting Walk in the shop on a D Double E ting Like "Yo boss it's me again, yes it's me again" Show me your new Ed My garments, cost an arm and a leg Man are like "Skeppy, you're k** em dred" Taliban stylee, we kamakaze, too much style for the party And if it's not a Boy Better Know or Star in the Hood t-shirt Then it's gotta be Ed Hardy Why? Cause I wear my own garms Might see me on road, I want arms Told dem "Shut ya mouth, there's no qualms" Rudeboi, wipe ya lip, wipe the skwarm Dem way dere, I wear my own garms Might see me on road, I want arms Told them "Shut ya mouth, there's no qualms" Check this, yo Say what I want? Say what I like Let me spit the real Ghetto Gospel into the mic No word of a lie, no hype Lotta these MCs couldn't be badboys on the road So they picked up the pen and paper, tried to get a little stripe But I ain't in it You see they diss us, but they hate us They wanna say my name in a lyric You make an album to show your talent, but instead Ghetts made Freedom of Speech and said my name every two minutes Man wanna go to the mountain Go to shows on a tour bus Next time make an album, not a CD fulla war dubs And if you want a beef ---, just call us I'm like call us now 118, call us now Boy Better Know, that's the label now Left dem yutes in a cradle now Left dem with no milk in a bottle Man wanna F with the team til I grip on the ting Like a ---, got Yamaha trottle God knows I don't wanna fight and quabble But man keep testing my patience Tell A&E make way for the patients Azzy man's gots a lot of powerful skenks So you might buss one on a special occasion Just stress out my brain, then it's a 38th, special occaision They'll be a lot of, banging and screaming Kinda like a firework celebration, definitely Danger, tell these babies there's no space in a major Anybody get rude, I send for the head top rearranger Go home and do the math I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger Way too serious And if you don't wanna get taken away don't talk to the stranger Man better tell the truth and stop lying Everybody knows when dutty Skepta touch up the microphone These other man start dying Mum dressed in black, everybody crying Man diss me but I'm not replying I'm not in an indirecting and slying Lot of these MCs Thinking they're gonna get rich but they all die tryin' War me, record me Lights, camera, action Who produces anthem after anthem? Skepta, The Microphone Champion Some people can't see that you can't win a lyrical war with me So I'm gonna call this one Lord of the Mics, Part 3 And murder another 25 MCs So dig me a larger grave Spray my ting like aftershave It's gonna be a par today When your heartbeat stops and you pa** away Trust me, it's all easy to me I'm champagne, you're Lambrini to me Dunno why you're talkin greazy to me When I'm Rodney Price Yo, I said all this laughing stops in a minute Letting off 28 shots in a minute Ringing up Reggie and Potts in a minute Roll up to your ends, 9 o'clock precisely And make sure everybody drops in a minute Man are gonna run like fox in a minute Eff an hourly rate, I make lots in a minute R U Dumb Four, that's out in a shops in a minute I repeat, that's out in a shops in a minute Your wifey wants to link me cause when you're doin your ting Your ting flops in a minute Balligan's out of the box in a minute Solo's out of the box in a minute My mandem's out of the box in a minute Start looking at your watches and clocks in a minute