Текст песни Listen Up - Skepta
Listen
up,
listen
up
Yeah
I'm
a
Welbourne
warrior,
Saint
Paul
soldier
Northumberland
park,
next
door
neighbour
Eskimo
raver,
Elston
visitor,
Meridian
resident
See
me
in
Manny
with
President
Showaman
or
south
soldiers
Don't
fear
olders,
I
never
had
youngers
Age
ain't
nothin'
but
numbers
My
seventeen
year
olds
roll
with
pumpers
I'mma
temple
tourer,
champagne
pourer
Winchmore
warrior,
Class
A
courier
Grime
scene
ambassador,
Duppy
maker
Four
four
saviour,
Ally
Pally
jungle
raver
Entry
ticket
and
a
borer
Fresh
hair
cut,
with
a
side
partin'
and
a
border
Selby
Centre
explorer
Private
caller
ignorer
Go
on
then
Everybody
knows
Skepta,
I'm
about
I
should
change
my
name
to
beadle
In
a
dance
I
get
evil
I
get
so
many
reloads,
somebody
better
bring
another
needle
I'm
Dizzee
Racal,
Kano,
Wiley
and
Lethal,
the
sequel
I'm
back
to
business,
playtime's
over
I've
gotta
stand
up
tall,
represent
my
home
sweet
home
for
my
UK
people
Listen
up
closely,
pay
attention
(I
repeat),
pay
attention
I
blaze
any
one
of
these
guys
just
give
me
one
mic,
one
blue
rizzla
and
a
Benson
I'm
not
an
easy
clash,
ask
tiomi
yie
wun
sen
den
sung
I
flow
darker
than
my
skin
complexion
Now
I
get
big
man
money
like
I
was
claiming
a
pension
But
you're
one
of
them
boys
from
the
past
who
gets
asked
a
question,
hasn't
got
the
answer
Now
you're
looking
in
all
different
directions
Asking
your
mates
for
suggestions
Little
did
you
know,
nobody
knows
the
answer
So
now
you're
asking
the
host
of
the
show
to
pass
the
question
You
better
than
me,
that's
taking
the
piss
like
a
two
and
a
half
hour
detention
Go
on
then
I
call
my
album
Greatest
Hits
'Cuz
all
my
old
music
is
better
than
your
latest
shit
Yeah
he's
alright,
but
I
like
the
basic
shit
I
don't
like
too
many
words
in
a
sentence
in
unreal
Two
weeks
on
remand,
I
don't
talk
like
I
done
a
life
sentence
Nothing
to
prove
I
shot
food
on
the
baitest
strip
Long
body
Mondeo's,
bright
red
XR2's,
bagging
up
in
the
baitest
whips
Now
I
make
the
best
Grime
music
Some
man
run
up
in
the
booth
and
lose
it
Start
spittin'
like
Dipset,
D-Block
and
G-Unit
Kano
brought
a
new
flow
to
the
game
Now
I
look
around,
ten
million
emcees
in
the
Grime
scene
wanna
use
it
It's
my
job
to
make
'em
look
stupid
I
bury
emcees
on
pirate
radio
Spit
a
big
boy
sixteen
bar
Hot
like
tar
Hotter
than
Trinidad
and
Tobago
And
man
know
what
I'm
like
on
a
stage
show
Four
best
crews
in
the
game,
I'm
doin'
it
again
Them
kinda
lyrics
send
man
up
to
the
sky
with
two
wings
and
a
halo
None
of
these
emcees
want
war
with
Skepta
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