Wiley - Send Me The Riddim lyrics

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Wiley - Send Me The Riddim lyrics

Send me the riddim, let me squeeze up On your marks, get, set, go, then I breeze off I was thinking "I'm getting old, let me ease up" Then I realised that's where I get my Ps from Think you're gonna take my crown? Better dream on, dream on, man [?] on Any time I hit the jackpot, put my team on Stage moments I used to dream of Forget that In the old days, Nike tracksuit, jet black Man are top tier and that's it, better accept that Yo, I will explain on my next track But for now, I'm gonna step back And I'm gonna get back to the way I murk on the set tracks I might help out where I can but you will never get that I will never get quiet, I don't wanna know why Seen your sk**s but now I'm gonna show mine When I bring 'em to life, bring it in no time And I know where I'm going without no signs Man tear up the roof when it's showtime Even though I'm hot now, I've had a cold life So I've had a road life, I ain't gonna hold my [?] Move with the times, move with the times If anybody's murking, who's on your mind? 'Nough man dream at work, work But they ain't doing jack sh** so who's on the grind, blud? Who's on the mic? That's me I'll sell you a song and I'll give you one for free ITunes catalog, you will never catch me And I gotta go mastering around 3 If you ever doubted us, now you're gonna take it back I ain't doing nothing but stating facts From the household names [?] On speed, you can see me at the racing track Got a beat, no problem lacing that Them man leave the game? The chance is Them man won't ever make it back They're hoping they make it back Chasing rags, I'll be in my yard on the MacBook Kicks and snares when I'm making tracks Got a little groove, I'm pacy and bad Got vibes in the air when I'm making that I'm a London artist that's great, in fact When I was born, I had a bait impact If you ever doubt who the king of this ting is Rethink cause I ain't faking that I'll retire when I stop spitting fire Until then, I'm gonna spit straight fire Wiley, I'm a fine bar supplier I got stopped by the police and I need new tyres Electrician, see me cut wires I cut wires with red-handle pliers I'm known as a three group flier And I'll retire when I stop spitting fire I'm not an up-and-coming MC Yo, I'm an up-and-running MC 9AM, up-and-running MCs In my blood, see the trait of an MC, I said I'm not an up-and-coming MC Yo, I'm an up-and-running MC 9AM, up-and-running MCs In my blood, see the trait of an MC Any time I get busy, I see results We ain't kids anymore, we are adults I've been messing about for some time But now I'm gonna win all the races like Bolt If it's lacking the real, they're gonna say it If it ain't the ting, they won't play it If the riddim was crap, I won't spray it And if I'm on point then I can't delay it, I've gotta say it You should've known I came from the dark side In my day, it was a [?] I keep my countless styles in the archive If I ever get rusty, alarm time From another MC, though, I can't hide Trust me darg, that can't slide Don't matter if a man's from a far sight I could be on your side, you could be on our side Chain snatching, I saw the chain snatching I was on another level before the chain snatching You weren't there, you never saw the chain snatching Man's got his hand on the chain, no ga**ing Chain snatching, I saw the chain snatching I was on another level before the chain snatching You weren't there, you never saw the chain snatching Man's got his hand on the chain, no ga**ing Everybody wanna be the boss For the money, they wanna see lots When you achieve, people gonna take shots That's when I take flight like I'm T Ross Everybody wanna be the boss For the money, they wanna see lots When you achieve, people gonna take shots That's when I take flight like I'm T Ross