Wiley - Babylon Burner lyrics

Yo Eskiboy Roll Deep You know me, listen You know me, listen! [Verse 1: Wiley] Big achiever, E2 weaver Had the first SEGA Yeah I emerged out of Jungle Fever Volume one creeper Roman street sweeper Don't get gash by the hour, rude-boy I get gash by the meter Wile-house senior Lemon'll lean ya' E3 teacher L O N preacher UK speaker Trinidad bloodline East-side that's where I ride I'm a leader East London advertiser reader Redwood blue-wood I'm a light sleeper Stepney Green geezer Ain't had shisha I know Caroline but I don't know Alisha I don't really care if either one of them Done a thing with Josh Perry or Peter My love for them's nowhere on the meter [Verse 2: Riko] Yo A mi name Riko dan The London City warlord Original loaded M16 Them two chat ? ? ? And dem say dem have gun fi di war but me never see them back them up ? And mi gun dem so big ? Wha dem a chat about? ? ? spread rumour Mek me put a bullet in your head like a tumour Cancer ? ? But mi nah response ah Mi's a old school gangster Kick off your face ? ? ? like a lobster Dem know mi a di scarface mobster [Verse 3: Flow Dan] Babylon, worse life ? show the war can't dun That's why mi haffi walk with my one Babylon boy fi stand out when we come around Because you know they can't take me for the clone Us man are road, yeah we are Roll Deep We nuh have no time fi waste time pon street Boom! Boom! Bare shot man a beat Cah me is a man, we nah work with MP Mi nuh like dem, so dem nuh like me Music ? they can't take that from me That nah go work, that nah go happen Yeah f** that, that a two words from me ? quickly From you come round the ends and try chat f**ery Mi's a man ah move evil pon Babylon boy dem [Verse 4: Breeze] Skip the ripper you're stupid! Ah! Ah! Ah! Yeah! Done with the gun talk friend What you know about nines and MAC 10s? Fake MCs jammin' round the bend Maybe your mother don't know how to load the skeng Pricks, are you dreaming? Only thing you're bussing is semen Don't even stain the ceiling You should be a mumma's boy Hard to clean You should be a good boy now you smoke green When I run with the big boys Play with the big toys Big money are you ready for the big noise Come fanatic, talk to the matic Run round and make you flip back like an acrobatic Spit like a semi I can make you click like a stich in the belly Breeze is very cold hearted Look what you gone and started Step up in my face you'll get your face departed like [Verse 5 : Scratchy] OK then! You never expect to hear me on this one! Shaysus! Beware of, but dont be scared of brree! Be straight up, be square with brree! Who does a lot? I'll swear it's brree! Ask one away ? brree! Look over there! There's a bear with the same hair as brree! Stopping your hair near brree! Argue alot I'll ? off On a level seriously He can be a nightmare with brree! No p**y gets spared with brree! All the girls over there, they're with brree! You can't feel it in the air like brree! You wanna try fling a chair at brree! End up hitting a girl next to me And you feel like the waste-man after Whilst we are crying with laughter