Anything Is Possible (feat. Frisco & Cookie)

I know what it really is

Everyone wants to be the greaziest

You might think that them man are hard

But over here we don't agree with it

You got a strap, sleep with it

Cause I'll raise up the skeng and make sure you don't wake up again

And let a **** know who the real reaper is

If I want you dead, then you will be

I ain't afraid to get dirt on my hands

That's why they're absolutely filthy

I'll leave a **** in the Thames

Floating down the embankment up to Tilbury

Whoever you are, you'll still bleed

Run up on man, hold a gun up and bang

Lick down everyting, coffin, grave, skeleton

Yeah, in that order

And I know I do music gang

But please don't let that fool ya

I'm good with words but when it comes down to it I'm not a talker

I've got a temper, short and a taller

You ain't real, you're a fraudster

Act hard but you ain't never had arms

What's that like? Bodywarmer

I've got a cold heart and a hot head

And when I get mad it makes my body warmer

I cross the line, you man are in a border

Why step in the ring, when I'm better than him?

Can't you see he's never gonna win?

Fam, you need to train in a gym

Why step in the ring, when I'm better than him?

Can't you see you're never gonna win?

I won't fight, I will draw for the ting

Eskiboy

I wanna see my name live when I'm gone

I'm gonna write it, put it in a song

All the real fans: get busy

It's been a while but I'm back, it's a rizzy

I'm a madman, if I get dangerous

I start acting like I ain't famous

Tell a man don't try and get in my way

Cause I will put 'em all down

Got big lyrics in containers

Yeah, my name's Eski

I was a young boy living by vestry

I know the mind of a king ain't empty

Thank the Lord, I know that he blessed me

My time's nearer, I see clearer

My ex calls me but I can't hear her

Tell her whole fam don't get on my nerves

When I'm at work I got moves to make, true I am a key bearer

That's what I wanna hear when I walk through

Tried to chat shit but I caught you

I'm Wiley, I won't have a bar with it

Had a flow but I made a star with it

You ain't ready when I light up Central

Run up in a dance, start going on mental

This dibby dibby sound boy is meant to know

That he can't fuck around with a general

I'm Grime Lord with a black and white sword

I swipe the mic quick when I stack up my thoughts

Tell your team, better pack up your force

Make like a tree and leave, pause

Come out the place, you're too scared to run out the race

That's why I'm a soldier

I ran rings around youngers and olders

I got the UK sitting on my shoulders

Why step in the ring, when I'm better than him?

Can't you see he's never gonna win?

Fam, you need to train in a gym

Why step in the ring, when I'm better than him?

Can't you see you're never gonna win?

I won't fight, I will draw for the ting

You don't stand a chance

You don't stand a chance

Won't ever see me sing and dance

Can't talk to me, I was big in France

Big in Italy, big in Spain

Big in Sweden, big in the game

Big international, big gold chain

H corporation, here we go again

Big up North, I was big in Notts

I don't wanna talk about the cats in shots

I don't wanna talk about the cats in cops

They were like "H, bring me a box"

I get sick sometimes

Pull out the strap, commit two crimes

Go to the studio, spit two rhymes

H, UK streets are mines

Look at the stuff they're selling

Don't ask me cause I'm not telling

Man wanna ask how much I'm getting

Been a few funerals, never been a wedding

Out to the MCs that all died

I feel bad but I never cried

I feel bad but I never lied

Best MC but I never tried

How can he last one round?

Punch in the face, you will drop to the ground

Imagine me get clowned

Look, I don't wanna hear one sound

What are they holding? That's not weight

Can't see H, tell them wait

New CD out, a new mixtape

Please don't talk if you're gonna hate

Why step in the ring, when I'm better than him?

Can't you see he's never gonna win?

Fam, you need to train in a gym

Why step in the ring, when I'm better than him?

Can't you see you're never gonna win?

I won't fight, I will draw for the ting

Are you really the gunman sort? No

I'm not scared of the gunman talk, bro

Come to my yard with a strap in the car

Be the first person to make a gunman walk home

Say it so clear, man think I talk slow

Had a black one, wish I could've bought chrome

Said I wanna break knees

My supplier said "why this?"

Cause it's like Roy Keane and Paul Scholes

Tiptronic like Skepta's car

You can man the lean, man won't do the speed

I flick the button on the side that says auto

Aim and point and still hit a torso

Me and beef are a crazy relationship

Worse than the ones you'll see on any talk show

Fuck these MCs

This scene's full of more pricks and pussyholes than a porno

Yo, this one's gonna end tragic

It's all pinkish when I grab it

I wave with the black one, will turn you into a rabbit

Hopping around as you panic

Party popper, everybody better scatter when I bang it

Gunbuts will send you drawing to the attic

If you're still standing stiff

A nasty gauge will send a man to a next planet

Said I won't have it, no sympathy

Man should've believed me when I said that I had it

Put you in a box without any magic

No alakazam, just BLAH, you faggot

I'm known for causing rackets with a racquet

Shells will put a few holes in your jacket

Or make you vanish

It's gonna be a sick round of applause when I start to clap it

Why step in the ring, when I'm better than him?

Can't you see he's never gonna win?

Fam, you need to train in a gym

Why step in the ring, when I'm better than him?

Can't you see you're never gonna win?

I won't fight, I will draw for the ting