Step 2001 - Wiley, Zomby

Eskiboy

Ya dunno

It’s all fun and games until

Volume three

Step 20, The last of many

The last on your who came from a penny

The last one to kill the game with a hit

The first one to spray the mic when I’m ready

If it ain’t about right, I gotta turn left, you’re the king of what?

I’m the last one left, even if it went another twenty years

The legacy I’ve left may as well put an X on my chest

I’m rolling around like a spirit that’s free

Twenty years on still a lyrical G, refuse to work for the minimal P Cause I

know the path to the wickedest beat

Step up acting uncivil if I don’t show you the un-civil in me

But I got future clear blue sea

You’ve got your face in your book, I’ve got my book in your face

I’ve got a place for the eights and the hooks and the sixteens

Thirty-twos, sixty-four, spray a sixty and I’ll spray sixty more

I’m in MySpace chilling on U-Stream blogging

Man are on Twitter chatting shit about robbing

Click Google Chrome, YouTube

Now I’m to fresh RnB and hip hop like

Gyal be like «oh gosh Williams cool»

Dons are like «I went to Williams school»

In life had a million fools but I came back spraying at a million fools

No luck in the land of the lazy

They should know I am not silly I’m cool

If you learnt in the grime school of excellence

You went to a brilliant school

Lost in the midst of the fame

But I know I’m gonna make more hits in the game though

Friends tell me to chill cause I’m good

Hear em' when I take a walk through the hood

See even if I done wrong

You wanna know me I’ll put my life in a song

Being on the main stage is the vibe that I’m on

I gotta take care of family and dons, so let’s move on

Thank all the DJs, for all the radio airplay, we’re on the air waves

Getting played on a regular basis

We set the pace leave greatness

We inspire the whole nation, now we’re taking em' back to basics

You wanna know who I rep for?

That’s Roll Deep, Boy Better Know and the A-List

That’s why I live life to the fullest

Me and my three teams we’re the coolest

Rinse ever since Wot Do You Call It

Simple that’s what you call it

Opinions I’ll be glad to leave them in a taxi

I work hard that’s why I ball out

Bikes and chains the lot I bring them all out

Ya see the that explains

Hand in the air cause the jaw keeps clapping

I’m in the dance and that’s what keeps happening

Man are tryna chew off my ear, caption

One tune got me ready for the hype though

When I skank out gyal are saying I’m a psycho

One foot skank like a Rasta man, i ain’t raw

I’m a chicken and pasta man

I like rice, basmati, I live life, I’m quite happy

I got kids that don’t need nappies

I got too many black Nike trackies

Won’t let it out till it’s bad like dappy, wanna be a perfectionist

I was born, I was raised, I was meant for this

I’m gone, I’m faded, I feel better in life cause I’ve made it

I got the and I’m pacing, bout fifty I’m chasing

I’m gone, I’m wasted, peach ciroc got my heart racing

She’s asking me who I’m dating

I’m just looking around and I’m taking

Got they special, much hotter than water from a kettle

I’m balling out and that’s natural

Anybody hating, they can all settle

I’m flying, I’m floating, got money for life I’m not joking

Got money for life I’m not joking, yeah

Eskiboy

Step 1 to 20 complete

Hold tight my fammo, Roll Deep, Boy Better Know, A-List

I’m telling youuuu