Текст песни Westwood Freestyle - Skepta
Listen,
Wiley
I
told
them
youts
I'm
gone
again
See
the
Devil
ain't
working,
no
more
no
more
"vroom
my
long
again"
And
if
I
smell
any
fire
in
the
building
turn
them
sprinklers
on
again
I
leave
your
whole
clique
wet
Thought
we
died
but
now
I'm
in
the
born
again
Swing
my
nine
again,
I
ain't
finished
yet
Here
he
goes
again,
heard
a
tune
called
"Who's
Got
Lyrics?"
I
made
a
tune
called
"Stupid
Question"
Fam
I
got
flows
again,
I
write
the
wickedest
lyrics,
yaeh
Disrespect
anyone
of
my
bros
again
Fling
on
my
black-track
clothes
again
Make
sure
you
die
slow
again
And
I'm
finished,
yo
yo
Like
Arma
said,
it's
nothing,
leave
them
Bare
skeng
talk,
I
can't
believe
them
The
red
and
white
R6
I'll
leave
them
Ed
Hardy
glasses
I
can't
see
them
So
why
you
talking
like
you
can't
die?
One
bullet
in
each
lung,
breath
then
then,
you
see
you're
sounding
wheezy
And
I
heard
your
CD,
you
and
your
mandem
are
talking
greazy
I
just
tell
a
man
like
D-E-E,
come
on,
come
on
Do
you
really
think
I
give
two
shits
if
you're
greazy?
I
don't
think
so,
you
man
ain't
seen
greazy
yet
When
my
mandem
pop
it
off,
your
manna
will
fly
into
the
sky
like
EasyJet
Cause
I'm
back
in
my
zone
again,
it's
mental
Listening
to
the
same
instrumental
Staying
up
so
late
my
eyes
start
looking
oriental
And
this
pen
is
so
temperamental,
it's
mental
I
get
money
but
you
still
see
me
in
a
rental
Shaking
the
petrol
pump,
tryna
get
the
last
bits
of
petrol
Cause
I'm
famous,
I
keep
it
normal
still
Real
recognise
real,
recognise
real
I'm
so
real,
the
nurse
that
brought
me
Will
recognise
me
when
I'm
forty
Like
Shorty
I've
been
real
from
day
I
see
MC's
I
don't
carry
on
away
So
why
would
they
wanna
hate
us
when
its
2008?
You
know
what,
I
would
hate
me
too
If
I
had
the
same
MySpace
views
as
you
If
I
saw
Skepta
go
from
sitting
on
a
wall
To
sitting
in
a
white
V6
coupe
I
think
I'm
the
best
and
I
call
it
competitive
confidence,
not
vanity
It's
not
my
fault
them
man
got
a
childish
mentality
They
don't
know
how
to
make
a
tune
for
the
mainstream
Radio,
road
man
and
stage
show
at
the
same
time
Watch
what
"Too
Many
Man"
and
"Sunglasses
At
Night"
do
in
2-00-9
Let
me
show
you
why
I'm
the
King
of
Grime
You
write
a
hundred
million
different
flows
I
write
that
classical
line,
to
last
me
my
whole
life
time
Yes,
I
wouldn't
like
me
either
If
I
had
a
flow
like
yours
that
left
no
space
for
a
breather
Then
Skepta
comes
around,
with
a
flow
that
breaks
down
More
times
than
a
P-reg
Vauxhall
Tigra
To
book
Skepta
ain't
getting
no
cheaper,
promoters
still
want
me
to
feature
You're
sitting
at
home
telling
yourself
the
swag
food
you're
smoking
is
a
creeper
It's
not
creeping,
stop
lying
to
yourself
fam
You
might
as
well
have
bought
shisha
Too
real,
nobody
realer
Too
deep,
nobody
deeper
Flow
like
Gus,
call
me
the
street
sweeper
Yo,
it's
time
to
get
darker
Rise
up
the
cricket
bat
like
Brian
Lara
Anybody
see
any
enemies
on
the
Gaza
Empty
the
clip
first,
questions
after
From
time
the
skeng
burst,
no
more
laughter
Them
man
can't
laugh
with
me
Or
fist
me,
one
man
soldier
If
I'm
danger,
turn
into
a
gymnastic
with
a
little
Linford
Christie
Then
if
I
see
a
fence
I'm
a
hurdler
Jump
in
your
back
garden
like
a
burglar
And
boy
better
know
the
difference
between
sending
for
the
9 millimetre
and
a
murderer
Cause
I'm
so
presidential
and
these
yutes
ain't
respecting
the
president
But
when
the
war
kicks
off
You
start
phoning
and
texting
the
president
You
think
you
can
take
me
for
a
victim
You
think
I
rap
way
too
fast
Now
your
thinking
this
grime
ting
ain't
the
in
ting
But
you
know
what?
I
hear
that
killer
But
don't
mistake
me
for
that,
I
get
mad
when
I
think
this
ting
got
me
spitting
with
people
like
Boya
and
Saskilla
Look
right
its
not
what
it
looks
like
I
stay
with
a
gang,
live
a
good
life
I
used
to
shot
grams
on
a
push
bike,
But
I
want
a
name
brand
like
Suge
Knight
I
took
time,
I
kept
a
low
profile
I
had
the
food
that
made
the
cats
go
wild
Before
music,
I
had
a
booming
line
Fam,
ask
T-Mobile
Six
o'clock
in
the
morning
I
flew
out,
flew
down
the
road,
flew
back
then
flew
in
My
mum
knows
what
I'm
doing
And
deep
down,
I
know
she's
screwing
I
fell
asleep
with
13
scores
in
my
mouth
Had
a
dream
about
chicken
and
chips
Like
an
eedyat,
I
started
chewing
Woke
up,
started
spewing
Thinking
when
is
all
this
gonna
end?
I
had
to
open
them
up
then
wrap
them
again
I've
been
on
the
road
so
if
the
beat
needs
road
bars,
it's
nothing
I'll
strap
them
again
Real
mandem
know
I'm
certified,
you
can't
school
me,
I've
been
there
That's
why
when
you
walk
in
the
dance
all
the
skengman
go
to,
I'm
in
there
Put
your
sunglasses
on
Dance
with
me
to
my
sunglasses
song
[Beat
2:
Skepta]
Some
manna's
don't
like
me
cause
I
say
I'm
the
king
of
grime
So
time
after
time
I
show
man,
I
will
never
let
no
man
diss
the
program
Over
and
over
again
I
prove
that;
any
radio
show,
any
DVD,
any
stage
show
man
Put
me
up
against
gimmicks,
sound
effects
or
skippy
flow
man
Don't
think
that
you're
cold
You're
not
ready
for
the
snow
man,
you
don't
want
drama
Trust
me
I
can
get
hot
like
lava
So
on
point
in
the
war,
the
government
wanna
find
out
if
I've
been
chatting
to
Osama
Skepta
the
K-I-N-G,
man
start
panicking
when
I
MC
Yeah,
J-A
rules,
but
it's
Boy
Better
Know,
it's
not
Murder
I-N-C
Yo,
there's
some
hating
family
Never
ever
gonna
be
Made
In
Family
They
got
no
bars,
call
them
man
need-more-training
family
Nope,
they
start...
family
So
one-minute-remaining
family
And
they
got
no
cars
Some
Tesco's
bag
on
their
head
when
it's
raining
family
My
family
are
some
money-making
family
Start
behaving
family,
I
turn
in
the
electrician
and
start
tazin
family
We
put
holes
in
skins,
them
man
are
some
grazing
family
I
drop
so
much
shit,
them
man
are
still
straining
family
Boy
Better
Know,
I'm,
I'm
I
said
Boy
Better
- yo
yo
I'm
no
snake
but
you
don't
wanna
clash
this
python
Cause
when
I
start
squeezin
fam
I
make
MCs
wanna
resort
to
violence
I'm
a
heavyweight
like
Mike
Tyson
And
I'm
the
king
of
the
ring
like
Rocky
That's
why
I
don't
watch
nobody
Got
old
school
MCs
sayin
"We
need
some
more
girls
in
here"
like
it's
Olly
Olly
Olly
I'm
ready
for
the
war
anytime
when
it
kicks
off
That's
why
my
enemies
are
pissed
off
I'll
be
the
best
grime
artist
Even
if
I
made
an
album
with
a
Punjabi
hit-squad
Clash
me,
I'll
make
you
jump
like
Kriss
Kross
Make
a
man
know,
that
I'm
not
a
nimrod
And
if
you
still
don't
know
what
time
it
is...
Check
out
my
Ed
Hardy
wristwatch
Actually,
check
out
the
jeans,
Ed
Hardy
Factory
Some
dumb
Ed
Hardy
creps,
walkin
with
a
dumb
Ed
Hardy
bop
I
got
so
much
Ed
Hardy
clothes
I
could
open
my
own
Ed
Hardy
shop
But,
you
man
are
dry
like
you
ain't
creamed
before
I
shop
in
a
place
you
ain't
seen
before
The
Ed
Hardy
Dan
wearing
some
Ed
Hardy
watches
you
ain't
seen
before
I'm
peaking,
me
and
Stryder
become
true
on
a
"flee"
ting
Your
shopkeeper,
he
knows
it's
a
P-ting
Walk
in
the
shop
on
a
D
Double
E
ting
Like
"Yo
boss
it's
me
again,
yes
it's
me
again"
Show
me
your
new
Ed
My
garments,
cost
an
arm
and
a
leg
Man
are
like
"Skeppy,
you're
kill
em
dred"
Taliban
stylee,
we
kamakaze,
too
much
style
for
the
party
And
if
it's
not
a
Boy
Better
Know
or
Star
in
the
Hood
t-shirt
Then
it's
gotta
be
Ed
Hardy
Why?
Cause
I
wear
my
own
garms
Might
see
me
on
road,
I
want
arms
Told
dem
"Shut
ya
mouth,
there's
no
qualms"
Rudeboi,
wipe
ya
lip,
wipe
the
skwarm
Dem
way
dere,
I
wear
my
own
garms
Might
see
me
on
road,
I
want
arms
Told
them
"Shut
ya
mouth,
there's
no
qualms"
Check
this,
yo
Say
what
I
want?
Say
what
I
like
Let
me
spit
the
real
Ghetto
Gospel
into
the
mic
No
word
of
a
lie,
no
hype
Lotta
these
MCs
couldn't
be
badboys
on
the
road
So
they
picked
up
the
pen
and
paper,
tried
to
get
a
little
stripe
But
I
ain't
in
it
You
see
they
diss
us,
but
they
hate
us
They
wanna
say
my
name
in
a
lyric
You
make
an
album
to
show
your
talent,
but
instead
Ghetts
made
Freedom
of
Speech
and
said
my
name
every
two
minutes
Man
wanna
go
to
the
mountain
Go
to
shows
on
a
tour
bus
Next
time
make
an
album,
not
a
CD
fulla
war
dubs
And
if
you
want
a
beef
---,
just
call
us
I'm
like
call
us
now
118,
call
us
now
Boy
Better
Know,
that's
the
label
now
Left
dem
yutes
in
a
cradle
now
Left
dem
with
no
milk
in
a
bottle
Man
wanna
F
with
the
team
til
I
grip
on
the
ting
Like
a
---,
got
Yamaha
trottle
God
knows
I
don't
wanna
fight
and
quabble
But
man
keep
testing
my
patience
Tell
A&E
make
way
for
the
patients
Azzy
man's
gots
a
lot
of
powerful
skenks
So
you
might
buss
one
on
a
special
occasion
Just
stress
out
my
brain,
then
it's
a
38th,
special
occaision
They'll
be
a
lot
of,
banging
and
screaming
Kinda
like
a
firework
celebration,
definitely
Danger,
tell
these
babies
there's
no
space
in
a
major
Anybody
get
rude,
I
send
for
the
head
top
rearranger
Go
home
and
do
the
math
I'm
Jme
multiplied
by
Maxwell
Ranger
Way
too
serious
And
if
you
don't
wanna
get
taken
away
don't
talk
to
the
stranger
Man
better
tell
the
truth
and
stop
lying
Everybody
knows
when
dutty
Skepta
touch
up
the
microphone
These
other
man
start
dying
Mum
dressed
in
black,
everybody
crying
Man
diss
me
but
I'm
not
replying
I'm
not
in
an
indirecting
and
slying
Lot
of
these
MCs
Thinking
they're
gonna
get
rich
but
they
all
die
tryin'
War
me,
record
me
Lights,
camera,
action
Who
produces
anthem
after
anthem?
Skepta,
The
Microphone
Champion
Some
people
can't
see
that
you
can't
win
a
lyrical
war
with
me
So
I'm
gonna
call
this
one
Lord
of
the
Mics,
Part
3
And
murder
another
25
MCs
So
dig
me
a
larger
grave
Spray
my
ting
like
aftershave
It's
gonna
be
a
par
today
When
your
heartbeat
stops
and
you
pass
away
Trust
me,
it's
all
easy
to
me
I'm
champagne,
you're
Lambrini
to
me
Dunno
why
you're
talkin
greazy
to
me
When
I'm
Rodney
Price
Yo,
I
said
all
this
laughing
stops
in
a
minute
Letting
off
28
shots
in
a
minute
Ringing
up
Reggie
and
Potts
in
a
minute
Roll
up
to
your
ends,
9 o'clock
precisely
And
make
sure
everybody
drops
in
a
minute
Man
are
gonna
run
like
fox
in
a
minute
Eff
an
hourly
rate,
I
make
lots
in
a
minute
R
U
Dumb
Four,
that's
out
in
a
shops
in
a
minute
I
repeat,
that's
out
in
a
shops
in
a
minute
Your
wifey
wants
to
link
me
cause
when
you're
doing
your
ting
Your
ting
flops
in
a
minute
Balligan's
out
of
the
box
in
a
minute
Solo's
out
of
the
box
in
a
minute
My
mandem's
out
of
the
box
in
a
minute
Start
looking
at
your
watches
and
clocks
in
a
minute
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1 Westwood Freestyle
2 Supposed To Do
3 Simple Life
4 My Crew
5 It Ain't Safe
6 That's Not Me
7 Good Times
8 Frisco
9 Way Too Much
10 Red Eye to Paris
11 Ojuelegba
12 Lukey World
13 Back Them
14 Top Boy
15 Nasty
16 Castles
17 Ace Hood Flow
18 Same Shit Different Day
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