Wiley - Mastered the Craft lyrics

Most of them wait for the drop not me I'm in straight from the top I told them When I strap my lyrics, I strap for the whole nation My occupation, grime federation Nobody wants this sound in the limelight Oh well too late, grime's on the station now Play it, loud, you hear it, blam! Wiley's a one man band, with a drum on my back Only one man can be called the godfather Life full of drama Woke up today like, oh Can't see no one around I'm alone If I drop dead now I'm on my own Pushed everybody away I'm like oh Then I came up with a style and flow, got money on my brain F them lets go Coz I'm never gonna win it if I'm sitting at home Picking my nose staring at the walls like oh Wiley's a pro They coulda [?] but they don't, say they shoulda but they won't I do the red carpet new coat new hat like everybody's watching my show In a couple of days my brains gonna explode Whatever the weather but now it's getting too cold I think of the times it was better on the roads Tell em my new stone island coat, is what I'm rocking when I glamourize grime I can say I had a nice time coz I did Man wanna say I didn't help out but I did, I want em all I ain't got a spare rib I'm on a level like can't touch this why You can't diss my show, and you missed my Then I slipped by, in a black out whip like... I'm back and I'm ready and I'm equipped like a soldier in a army Ready to go to war so you can't par me Never gonna be a waste I'm checking my heart beat, high blood pressure plus I can't eat Life couldn't get worse and it couldn't get better Get injured and you leave the game on a stretcher L O N repper, microphone wrecker I set the pace like a real pace setter, you're rolling out shabby Drop me out cabbie you're talking poo in a nappy, I got a style that's never been tacky Dumplings, callaloo, saltfish ackee Get a slap you won't be happy My ears are two monitors' mackies I wonder when I'm gonna burn out but I keep on going like Duracell batteries Catch these bars when I'm writing them They life lyrics, real, no gimmicks I will take over quick get ratings and defend the team like Vidic I k** it you get with it well spread the word of Wiley with it I won't live it without no limit; I don't obey the rules, real set lyrics I'm firing away like I don't wanna stop I work hard like I don't wanna flop in the gutter I don't wanna rot Don't wanna judge them don't wanna mock, don't wanna change it don't wanna chop Piss in the toilet I don't want a pot Whenever you hear me say I wanna quit music, deep down in my heart I don't wanna stop I get put to the test like I'm not already charting I wanna be credible, Dr Marten You don't see me sky larking, but I'm still regents parking Today my work needs marking and I wanna get a higher wage start laughing Fly past them I'm a dog barking And I'm very visible like a side parting STOP Tell me who's starting trouble, coz I will get dark on a double I can string along a lyric I ain't getting in a muddle I'm on the roads like a puddle South to the north terminal, shuttle I connect east to south, Rotheride Blackwall tunnel See me in the club I bubble, people read me like a novel Don't want show off don't wanna grovel Fine, coz I can make money it's mine Don't act tight never ever have in my life, I know what's wrong and what's right After this night, it's never gonna be the same vibe I ain't gonna be on the same hype I'm raising the bar up neatly; I'm in the newspapers weekly You can't cheat me I'm in a restaurant they didn't wanna seat me, I sat down any way I'm cheeky People wanna spit a new bar to me in public, no, that's neeky Practice at home, discreetly I'm on the streets with a modem, 3G Everybody sees me roaming MAC not PC I'm Wiley I'm from E3 they be like ea**yyy Want a ounce of the blues meet me at BP I got a company coat CP, you got skateboard creps, DC I'm a Alien, ET; you're a STD VD Over 18s not PG, on AKA like A-Squeezy You see me on the TV Play games, Mario, Luigi My names on a board, a Ouija Add a L to the end of PP That's the cleanest money, squeaky Broadcast money, BC Eski the boy EP I wanna learn more, TM, teach me Came back with the style I left with, some artist feel unconnected We all wanna do what the best did, but we don't wanna do the rest did Weekend in the cell, arrested I was pissed coz I know shouldn't be there, I messed it up Been affected might need medicine I'm on a next ting, ustream levelling, fanbase trebling Strike at the right time Take any one to the firing line, check the skyline You can't k** me with a sly line, you're a rubbish MC why lie? Gangsta? What a waste of time I done that in 05 I'm all over the town like a low rise tower block You can't test me brudda don't try Don't try, don't try Don't try.