Before I start top lip slappin'

Think me and Skepta were born rappin'?

Born in the ends, move food in the ends

And that's the new meaning of spawn trappin'

She sells seashells on the sea shore, no

He sells weed scales and a P4, yeah

He sells details, swipin' the law

Deets, AKA credit card fraud

You can't test me in the music game, I've got bare XP

Doin' this thing for real in school while you was typin' up your CV?

I was downloadin' on Windows NT

Bare sample packs of Fruity Loops 3

Ask Mr. Covil about me, I was walkin' around

With my jacket that said mic controller on the back

Best MC in the game, fact

Didn't care about charts or about plaques

Didn't give a shit about YouTube stats

Didn't give a fuck about first week sales

Now you wanna come and chat all this crap?

Fam, all I wanted to do was pick up the mic and spray

And today I still do that, so

Chat to me about fuckin' up shows

Bringin' hundreds of supporters to the videos

Spittin' brand new bars nobody knows

Still everybody in the room up on their toes

Room smoked out even though I don't smoke

Forget my bars and freestyle, I don't choke

Been doin' this for over ten years, so

Anybody that was there from the start

That only cares now, fuck you, rudeboy

Ring my phone, I will duck you, rudeboy

Chattin' 'bout, oh, I ain't seen you for time

Yeah, I don't wanna buck you, rudeboy

You never used to check me back in the day

You didn't used to rate me back in the day

You never used to bred me back in the day

So how the fuck am I the one who's changed?

Piss me off

Hard from the start, and I ain't gone soft

Your new fans come like tans

They only wanna bred man's skin after man got hot

Grime in my heart, just like Logan

More serious than my slogan

Anybody wanna go against me

I will leave you seekin' asylum like Snowden

Trust me, even if you don't see me

I'm workin' so I don't get rusty 'cause I'm born to do it like CD

These guys try cuss me and they ain't even sold one CD

The only time they'll succeed is if they bill a zoot and it's seedy

'Cause they don't know about fuckin' up shows

Bringin' hundreds of supporters to the videos

Spittin' brand new bars nobody knows

Still everybody in the room up on their toes

Room smoked out even though I don't smoke

Forget my bars and freestyle, I don't choke

Been doin' this for over ten years, so

Any one of you

Cocaine-snortin' label executives

That thinks you can take my integrity for couple bags, think twice

Make grime and I get paid, I'm nice

In a rave, get a lemonade and ice

I thought by now it was apparent

That these guys cannot develop our talent

I thought by now it was bait

That these guys just try decide man's fate

When I made Serious way back in 2006

I can't forget Sam told me it was a hit

I had to have bare meetin's with pricks

Labels, A&Rs, radio playlists

Managers lookin' at me like a dick

They weren't ratin' me

But they guys they were ratin', now ain't shit

But I'm still about, in fact I'm more than about right now

Sold out tour, smashin' it out

I've got twenty features, smashin' 'em out

See me in a six cylinder, three liter

Two turbos, ragsin' it out

So don't tell me that grime

Shouldn't be the music that man's puttin' out

If you don't know about fuckin' up shows

Bringin' hundreds of supporters to the videos

Spittin' brand new bars nobody knows

Still everybody in the room up on their toes

Room smoked out even though I don't smoke

Forget my bars and freestyle, I don't choke

Been doin' this for over ten years, so

Huh, yeah, I'ma 'low it