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Most of them wait for the drop
Not me, I'm in shape for the top
Told them when I strap my lyrics
I strapped 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 of the 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, let's go
'Cause 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, coulda, woulda but they don't (Don't)
Say they shoulda but they won't (Won't)
I do the red carpet, new coat, new hat
Like everybody watching my show
In a couple of days my brain's gonna explode (Blow)
Whatever the weather and now it's getting too cold
I think of the times when it was better on the road
Tell them that my new Stone Island coat's
What I'm rocking when I glamorise grime (Yeah)
I can say I had a nice time 'cause I did
Man wanna say I didn't help out but I did (Did)
I want 'em all, I ain't got a spare rib (Spare rib)
I'm on a level like can't touch this, why?
You can't diss my, shoot and you miss my
Then I slip by in a blacked out whip like
I'm back, I'm ready and I'm a quick like
A soldier in an army
Ready to go to war, so you can't par me
Never gonna be a waste, I'm checking my heartbeat
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 rule pace setter
Rolling out shabby (Shabby)
Drop me at cabby (Cabby)
You're talking poo in a nappy (In a nappy)
I got a style and it's never been tacky
Dumpling, callaloo, saltfish, ackee (Ackee)
Get a slap, you won't be happy
My ears are two monitors, Mackie's (Mackie's)
I wonder when I'm gonna burn out
But I keep on going like Duracell batteries (Yeah)
Catch these bars when I'm writing 'em
They're like lyrics, real, no gimmicks
We'll take over quick, get ratings
And defend the team like village (Like village)
I kill it, you get with it
We'll spread the word of Wiley, ribbit
I won't live it without no limit
I don't obey the rules, we set lyrics
I'm firing away like I don't wanna stop (Don't stop)
I work hard like I don't wanna flop (Don't flop)
In the gutter, I don't wanna rot (Don't rot)
Don't wanna judge them, don't wanna mock (Don't mock)
Don't wanna change it, don't wanna chop
Piss in the toilet, don't wanna pot
Whenever you hear me say I wanna quit music
Deep down in my heart, don't wanna stop
Get put to the test like I'm not already charting
Wanna be credible, Doctor Martin
You don't see me skylarking
But I'm still Regent's Park-ing (Park)
Today, my work needs marking
And I wanna get a higher pay, start laughing
Fly past them, I'm a dog barking
And I'm very visible like a Thai parting
Stop, tell me who's starting trouble
'Cause I will get dark on the double
I can string along a lyric, I ain't getting in a muddle
I'm on the road like a puddle
South to the North Terminal, shuttle
I connect East to South, Rotherhithe, Blackwall Tunnel (Tunnel)
See me in the club, I bubble
People read me like a novel
Don't wanna show off, don't wanna grovel
Fine, 'cause 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 (Right)
After this night (Night)
It's never gonna be the same vibe
I ain't gonna be on the same hype (Hype)
I'm raising the bar up neatly
I'm in the newspaper weekly
You can't cheat me
I'm in a restaurant, they don't wanna seat me
I sat down anyway, I'm cheeky (I'm cheeky)
People want a spare move after me
In public, no, that's sneaky
Practice at home discretely
I'm on the street with a modem, 3G
Everybody sees me rolling, Mac, not PC
I'm Wiley, I'm from E3
They be like, "Easy"
Wanna answer the blues, meet me at the BP
I got a company called CB
You got skateboard creps, DC
I'm an alien, ET
You're an STD, VD (VD)
Over 18s, not PG (PG)
On AKA like A Squeezy (Squeezy)
You see me on the TV (TV)
Play games, Mario, Luigi (Luigi)
My name's on a board, a ouija (A ouija)
Add the L to the end of the PP (PP)
That's the cleanest money, squeaky (Squeaky)
Broadcast money, BC (BC)
Eskiboy, EB (EB)
I wanna learn more, TM, teach me (Teach me)
Came back with a style that I left with (Left)
Some artists feel unconnected (Unconnected)
We all wanna do what the best did (Best)
But we don't wanna do what the rest did (Rest)
Weekend in a cell, arrested
Pissed 'cause I know I shouldn't be there
I messed it up, been affected, might need medicine (Medicine)
I'm on a next ting, Ustream leveling
Fan base trebling, strike at the right time
Take anybody to the byline
Check the skyline, can't kill me with a sly line (Sly line)
You're a rubbish MC, why lie? (Why lie?)
Gangster, what a waste of time
I done that in '05
I'm all over town like a low-rise tower block
Can't test me, brother, don't try
Don't try, don't try
Don't try, don't try (Don't try)