Wiley - Autopsy Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Skepta] Skepta Yo, it's Skepta Yeah The levels have blatently gone up now Serious I've come off the decks onto the mic, man this is what's happening (Wasteman!) It's not even a joke out here (What?) It's Masterbeats time Roll Deep time, Meridian time Big up Bossman every single day Yeah? Okay, Skepta on the mic right now (Big up Bossman) Listen and learn Yo! [Verse 1: Skepta] I'm like draw for the tool, go on then, go on then Think I'm a fool? Go on then, go on then Draw for the mash, go on then, go on then Still wanna clash? Go on then, go on then, go on then Wasteman! See? Shook! Go on then I got war lyrics in my book, go on then, go on then Kiss my black foot, go on then, go on then One, two, this my crew Three, four, come to your door Five, six, draw for the blitz Punches, kicks We'll be outside about seven or eight So it ain't bait Nine, ten, draw for the skeng Leave an MC underground like then Go on then, go on then, this a mandem [Verse 2: Skepta] Go on then, go on then, draw for the 'chete Bullets start dropping down like confetti Won't bring a strap if the beef is petty No family, I just draw for the 'chete Make you really look like a bowl of spaghetti Leave your lips bust and your forehead sweaty I'll make you wish you never drawed the machete Go on then, think you're ready? Go on then Know yourself when you're not in the booth When I touch mic, I only speak truth Run when you hear the dogs go "Woof, Woof" Don't care if he's a 12 year old youth Go on then, go on then, jump on the roof When it come down, your head will get hoof Blud, you will be missing more than one tooth Skepta, live in the flesh I'm proof [Verse 3: Skepta] That DJ's can take an MC's title Get chopped in your top lip with a vinyl Jack an MC for the R1 cycle Man get shook on Skepta's arrival Go on then, Go on then, draw for the rifle I'll bun a mic man like Fire man's head like Pepsi did Michael I will seperate the groom from the bridal Listen and learn, it's my turn I'll be a big MC by end of school term I'm a big bird, you're just a worm You don't wanna receive third degree burns When I bust gun, everyone spread like germs Bullets will run forehead like a perm f** jailhouse, I don't wanna go there Big boy solicitor, case is adjourned [Verse 4: Skepta] [?] told me that I ain't got bars Got better bars than your favorite stars See man saying go on then in cars Rudeboy, I got bars I make Nigerians proud of their facial scars My bars make you push up your tits like bras Your bars could never test my bars Old bars, new bars, [?] war bars I ain't one of those boys from the past who ain't got the answer I got the answer I'm like Mr. Miyagi the master Go on then, give me the test and I'll pa** that exam with my eyes closed, get an A** When it comes to guns, I draw faster Push back wig like a wasteman barber But forget that, Skepta's smarter [Verse 5: Skepta] I must be the master, you know why? Always got the answer, you know why? Cos Skepta ain't a fool, you know why? I took notice in school, you know why? I wanted to be the smartest, you know why? Road life is the hardest, you know why? Man get shot for joking, you know why? They only care about their own life And they don't care about my tune Same wasteman wanna spit on my tune Wasteman bars can't fit on my tune They try hard, but they still sound sh** on my tune Producers wanna bootleg my tune Clash me and end up [?] my tune Just a little reminder of my tune There was gunshots at Sidewinder for my tune [Verse 6: Skepta] Born on September 19th Don't care about February 14th Pay me for my 16th Before I start acting like it's Friday the 13th Two black guns and a balaclava See, that's gas and a meat cleaver Pay me for my halfer Before I start chopping off heads like King Arthur When people clash in the game, why's it such a big thing when they say a man's real name? Yeah, yeah, go on then, go on then, say my name then These same man don't want Junior to come around with Zayn, Javan, Jerome, Richard, James, Jamie, Mark and Marvin Bustin shots at your window frame Junior's not on the hype Skepta's only a music name and I don't get the roads twisted with the mic I'm only Skepta in the music game Call out my name, call out my name, call out my name Batty boy, call out my name My name's Junior, Junior, Junior, Junior s** your mum until she's in pain I got love for the fam when I'm 'ere Drive round on a two year ban when I'm 'ere Skepta's a fully grown man when I'm 'ere No baby buggy or pram when I'm 'ere Fifty pound for a gram when I'm 'ere Smokers broke a hole in the can when I'm 'ere They can't diss Bossman when I'm 'ere Represent Meridian man when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere [Outro] Yeah, Skepta! Brap