Listen Up

Listen up, listen up

Yeah, I'm a well born warrior, Saint Paul's soldier

Northumberland Park, next door neighbor

Eskimo raver, L-stone visitor

A meridian resident, see me in Manny with president

Shower man, north, south soldiers

Don't fear olders, I never had youngers

Age ain't nothing but numbers

My seventeen year olds roll with the pumpers

I'm a temple tourer, champagne pourer

Winchmore warrior, class A courier

Grime scene ambassador, duppy maker

Four four savior, Ally Pally jungle raver

Entry ticket and a borer

Fresh hair cut with a side partin' and a border

Selby Center explorer, private caller ignorer

Go on then

Everybody knows Skepta, I'm about

I should change my name to Beatle

In a dance, I get evil

I get so many reloads, somebody better bring another needle

I'm Dizzee Rascal, Kano, Wiley, and Lethal, the sequel

I'm back to business, playtime's over

I've got to 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 Rizla and a Benson

I'm not an easy cash, ask tiomi yie wun sen den sung

I flow darker than my skin complexion

Now I get big man money like I was claimin' 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 lookin' in all different directions

Askin' your mates for suggestions

Little did you know, nobody knows the answer

Now you're askin' the host of the show to pass the question

You better than me

That's takin' a piss like a two and a half hour detention

Go on then

I called my album Greatest Hits

'Cause all of 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, it's 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 Mondeos, bright red XR2s

Backin' up in the baitest whips

Now I make the best Grime music

Some men 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 MCs in the Grime scene wanna use it

It's my job to make 'em look stupid

I bury MCs 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 MCs want war with Skepta