100Months_

Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once

If you wanna come and take man for a dunce

I've been on the grind for a hundred months

And I ain't stopped doing music, not once

Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once

If you wanna come and take man for a dunce

I've been on the grind for a hundred months

And I ain't stopped doing music, not once

See the bars I write, they're like scriptures

I'm famous and everybody takes pictures

I had faith since decks and mixers

And you're a non-believer, so I can't see you in the distance

Picture the game as a whole

It's healthy, like the Boy Better Know tee business

J's my witness, I'm a musician, ask Skepta

Three of us talk, then we make a decision

You know me, I got good vision, rudeboy, listen

Don't fuck about, there'll be a rude boy missing

When the goons start fishing

I'm a LON kid, I got the hood snakes hissing

Me, the shotta that you couldn't really see

Made the dream come true after years of wishing

After years of dissing, after years of swinging

I still do the crime and walk, no

Because everything seems cloudy

I've never been robbed in the game 'cause I'm rowdy

Carry on, I will take a hammer to your Audi

I'm like a soldier from Saudi

You're not bad 'round me

Want a CD, try and howl me

It's next week, and you still ain't found me

The phone starts ringing when I drive through boundary

And where's Lethal? He ain't in boundary

27, big achiever, E2 weaver, had the first Sega

Blud, I emerged out of jungle fever

Volume One Creeper, Roman street sweeper

Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy

I get gash by the metre

Wilehouse senior, lemons will lean ya

E3 teacher, LON preacher

UK speaker, Trinidad bloodline

St Paul's soldier

Northumberland Park, next-door neighbour

Eskimo raver, L-stone visitor, Meridian resident

See me in Manny with President

Shout all my south soldiers

Don't fear olders, never had youngers

Age ain't nothing but numbers

'Cause the 17-year-olds roll with the pumpers

But I'ma temple tourer, champagne pourer

Winchmore warrior, Class A courier

Grime scene ambassador, Duppy maker

Four-four saviour, Ally Pally jungle raver

Entry ticket and a borer

Fresh hair cut, with a side parting and a border

Selby Centre explorer, private caller ignorer

Go on then

I'm an Eskidance keeper, get the weed cheaper

Quantum leaper, the Tottenham high streeter

Eskibeat beater, A-star reader

Four times community service breacher

Back to court, facing jail, the case beater

Robbery, burglary, dad got nicked 'cause of me

The police thought I was a phone shop dealer

Back in the day, I was a wheeler and dealer

Fly to west where the sky is blue and the grass is greener

Paul Smith jeans suit, Air Max typhoon, Choong gash greeter

Yeah, I know Jenny, but I don't know Rita

Plus my Mum's family come from Antigua

You come from West, but you don't know younger or older Beaver

I was in carnival 12 years back with the east and west side leaders

Man are badman, man are breeders

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