Solo 45 - Boy Better Know Cypher lyrics

[Intro: Skepta] Yo, BBK, hundred million SB.TV We're going in 2012 sh** [Verse 1: Jme] To those who don't know me hello You think you control me, N-O I'm one of the best artists in the world And I leave other MCs be-low If you ain't heard of me, hello Keep up stop moving s-low Boy wanna know what Boy Better Know means For you to find out and for me to know If you know my face salute Parlez-vous français? Salut Je m'appelle J M E Let me show you around this jungle like Baloo If you know my face salute Parlez-vous français? Salut Je m'appelle J M E Let me show you around this jungle I get black like Akon's hair So black if you black out the lights, can't tell if I'm there Black like Heskey's shins Blacker than midnight tims Blacker than your dad's burnt barbecue chicken When he blacks out in the garden from sipping Black Label Carling Black like the tarmac on the black road When I drive my black car you know it zaps [Verse 2: Jammer] All the work I put in Done all the work that them man couldn't Late nights in the studio putting in bare work Work that them man couldn't I told them, the proof's in the pudding Now I'm in bed with three different women I told them don't sleep on me Now they wanna trick or treat on me Roll up, pull out the heat on me But Boy Better Know us man are OGs We make paper, grands! Supporters, big up the fans The only ting they're clapping is hands Us man are major, got big plans Us man roll with 25 gyal Dem man roll with 25 man! I knew it would happen, saw it coming That's why its our music they're plugging I push grime hard, I go in Some man say it's a psycho ting But them man are fake on a lypo ting Us man are big dargs, them a michael ting Roll by on a cycle ting Man better take cover when I go in I go in, I go hard Make these other MCs go yard Us man are wicked man, them man are soft Ask Double and Foots if us man are 'ard Man have got bars, man have got dough I told p**yoles don't sleep on me So I give them a half for the gram of the snow [Verse 3: Frisco] Over-time, stamina Endurance, go for time I'm telling them know You'd better know what you're doing if you decide to go for mine I'm sick over grime, over rap, demolish MCs I'm known for that Nobody can cross it, rise up the ting and clart it If you try hold me back, hold a clap to your facial Bullets hit anyone. They ain't racial If you're a badboy only with your mandem, you're an eediat I can't rate you You're an actor, like Denzel I don't watch man, I get girls If you diss me I'll get you when you're yawning 6 in the morning, like Fem Fel (ayy) You're looking at big darg So mind who you're talking to I got the hunger for more, who's talking food Man are acting like he's got 9 lives He can find out what the 4 5th do Back of the club with the mandem about, move out of the way when I'm boring through Lyrically sick, I was born with flu Stop chatting sh**, I will bore this dude And I ain't gotta say much more f** it, lemme say some more Sending for me with your sh** lyrics Is like coming with a knife to a gun war I done more, now I'm up high So it don't make sense me coming down Try and know if a man ain't talkin money I'll jam in my yard f** coming out Pa** the mic lemme say suttin' Lemme start this off like a play bu*ton Stand firm and defend my team And if it goes off I'mma spray suttin' And if you get shived I ain't gonna say nuttin' Say nuttin' I get paid to rhyme so it costs when I say suttin' Them man are brook, they ain't made nuttin' Them man know it's a UK invasion I've been waiting, f** waiting I'm taking over man know the equation Me with the mic man know what I'm making Got all the topboys relating A couple badmind n***as, hating Got kitty to sample the food He was like, "Fam, amazing" I do this ting, them man are in training Days in you know we go hard Man are like ring the alarm I'm k**ing off anything moving, f** with me darg Man are like "Fam you're too much for me darg" North London n***as got love for me darg I get love in the east and the west And the south side n***as they f** with me hard Lyrically man can't f** with the bars Late, you man are stuck in the past Man said he's gonna do me suttin' f** it, he ain't gonna do me nuttin' f** a hater. Spend a grand at the bar All the work that I put in Like skeppy said "You man are working your arse off And still can't get a look in" [Verse 4: Skepta] Wash down 1 Viagra pill with a gla** of lemon and lime And I won't stop until they realise that I'm the hardest of all time Listening to an instrumental thinking of words that rhyme Take my eyeball out, go blind when I write bars I put the I in grime You call it a Boy Better Know Chain, I call it 10 years on the grind Started to think positive and left the negative behind Been to jail on remand in foreign countries, don't tell me sh** about crime I don't rob man no more, but I'll still take man's shine I had the ladies ga**ed More time I was dressed in black, Thinsulate hat So like Justin Timberlake, I brought s**y back But I don't wanna get caught in the trap It's no biggie, I got two packs And I put it on and like Santa Claus, I won't stop 'til I empty the sack My crew know that I back them any time I get the toys out when it's play time And if my O2's off tell man ring me on my BBK line 'Til then I'll be sitting in my house with a big spliff watching Babestation Daytime Boy Better Know is the family tree so f** what they're saying on the grape vine [Verse 5: Solo 45] I'm better than that, I'm better than jail I'm better than an illegal way gang banger Better than a postcode, than a bandana Better than a hoodlum stuck in the manor I'm better than that Can I get another gla** of Grey Goose? I wanna have fun but I can't seem to Cos I wanna get myself out the manor But there's a another camera and I'm the same old banger So it's the same old questions, the guns, gangs the manor Someone please tell 'em I'm a changed man since the slammer But they don't wanna hear me, they just wan't the banger Don't act bookey around me I'll take your phone Check your last calls Swear to god. Wallahi azeem If you know my enemies And you ride with the enemies I'll do all five dispersals 13 big stiff years for the enemies I ain't looking for a number 1 You n***as know I'm number 1 I tell youngers "Bring the guns" Bring the guns so they bring the guns Over you found my man? Yeah I owe you 1 Hold him there don't k** no one May your d**h be slow and painful motherf**er I said feed him to the lions Feed him to the lions Feed him to the lions Feed him to the lions f** it feed him to the lions Feed him to the lions Feed him to the lions f** it feed him to the lions [Skepta] P-pum-p-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum Muay-muay-muay muay thai kick to face [All] Muay thai kick to face Muay thai kick to face Forget the guns, forget the knives I'm tellin 'em straight; Muay thai kick to face I'm one of them, I'm one of them, I'm one of them I'm one of them Muay thai fighters, BJJ, MMA fighters [Verse 6: Shorty] 6 million ways to make it but I'm gonna make it my way Moesh every day like say it was Friday I get better every year like wine mate I get better every bar that I spray Lyrically doing this ting on a grime wave So many Boy Better Know hits out there You've been looking for a hit since MySpace You might see me on the grime page Yeah the shortest one on the grime stage Plus I make sure I roll properly Don't start cos this ain't the right place Nuff MCs wanna play mind games I'm a big man forget the mind frame So many mad thoughts running through my brain I'll soon have a big boy chain with my name Quit smoking about 5 times last week More times its just me and the weed 10 bensons, silver and a few sheets 1 million voices still wanna speak Look at me now 2 mixtapes deep Wow. Look at the face it's peak When I was on tour, dun kno I got sore Cos all over the house made the gyaldem weak Now I get more than a kiss on the cheek What happens on the tourbus stays there If you're not moeshing you know you can't play here With Krept and Konan you know they don't play fair Man wanna compare me to man When they're Old Kent road and I'm like Mayfair I'm not on a hype, I'm trying to get paid here New year's eve I can say I had a great year Yo, might want to check this I'm deep in the game While you're floating up there with the dead fish Never been sick. Never been devlish Sometimes man try and come on some next sh** It can get stupid. It can get hectic If anyone try and disrespect it They get cleaned up like an english breakfast They said I ain't gonna make it They say my flow's too basic I told them "Face it don't hate it" Now my views freeze like I'm in the matrix Same girls getting up to the same tricks Same old guys gettin up to the same sh** Everybody claims that they're doing this ting But I don't see none of them guys on the grave shift Chilling with the same guys from day dot In 2000, listening to k dot Back then man couldn't get a rave spot Now I'm on the runway ready for takeoff White on black tee in the same top Still f**ing up raves on the same drop Never hate on sh** that you ain't got Life's way too short get paid boss Stay humble. Stay focused Cos around here we're surrounded by jokers Nuff man wanna talk about straps But they can't k** a Locust So certified (when I'm talking?) We make tunes for the youngers and olders I don't care what nobody says If there was a grime belt we'd be the holders