Cool Off - Wiley

Yo, it’s Eskiboy

Back again, still doing this ting

Tunnel Vision Volume 3

And you know what?

It’s not even worth man tryna talk like, man got deaded out last week

It’s nothing long

Man got deaded out like

Big up 2Face though, cah man’s been bubbling to one of your tings innit like

One of your little freestyles so like

Yo listen

It’s Eskiboy I’m doing this ting, where we going?

Scorcher, cool off, you don’t really want me to bust the tool off

And look, I leave your boys actin' tough

And come on, I see your boys 'dem sprint off

And Justin, cool off, you don’t really want me to bust the tool off

And look, I leave your boys actin' tough

And come on, I see your boys 'dem sprint off

And Justin

When I’m all so ready, come through swinging

I will roll on Reggie

Cold like dready, I don’t mind if I go against many

'Cause the way I feel now, I know Eskiboy’s ready

I’m ready, I’m ready and I’m back in a big way

Big whip, big house, big name, big pay

The day you battle with me will be a big day

Nothing on my mind, I’m aiming quick spray

And I will not play in a dance for shit pay

We got Ghetto running around like he’s some Papoose

But it’s on top, I ain’t had a shit date

So I go to war before a battle I pray

So when the outcome is I’m the victor

Don’t be surprised I’m a winner when I play

I don’t hate you but I am a sinner when I play

Sprint spitters in the morning, evening or day

Scorcher, cool off, you don’t really want me to bust the tool off

And look, I leave your boys actin' tough

And come on, I see your boys 'dem sprint off

And Justin, cool off, you don’t really want me to bust the tool off

And look, I leave your boys actin' tough

And come on, I see your boys 'dem sprint off

Creep up with the crew so quick, they lose faith

The fans are saying don’t reply, he can’t spray

The fans are all liars, ask Joe or Myers

I’ve taken big steps, come a long way

From Plaistow to E3, I hold the key

We speak about battling, oh so freely

I’m oh so greedy, Ghetto ain’t better than me

I’m in the game, The Movement don’t leave me

Draw for your borer, dare you, come around here with a shank

Go ahead try and feed me

Saw me with a stiff leg walking funny

Jerome knows wagwan, he can read me

Please believe me, it’s not a ting

I roll deep from East to North to North Weezy

I’m looking at the situation real close

And I realise none of you niggas ain’t sleazy

Scorcher, cool off, you don’t really want me to bust the tool off

And look, I leave your boys actin' tough

And come on, I see your boys 'dem sprint off

And Justin, cool off, you don’t really want me to bust the tool off

And look, I leave your boys actin' tough

And come on, I see your boys 'dem sprint off

I’m the greatest grime artist alive, that’s a statement

The level I’m on, you wouldn’t get a placement

I’m in the sky with the Gods

I’m messed up like like mix-breed dogs locked down in the basement

Can’t keep up with me I’m just pacing

I’m like Lee, I swear on my granddad’s grave

On the day I get taken out, I can assure you

It won’t be by them wastemen

This tune’s gonna change the game a bit

Ting’s peng, you’ll hear the work you sprayed in it

If you gotta go, get set and aim for it

Lethal B’s gotta step up his game a bit

In my storm, you wouldn’t be swaying a bit

You would fall down, 'cause I ain’t changed a bit

I keep seeing Kerwin in a Range a bit

Certain guys have been acting strange a bit so

Scorcher, cool off, you don’t really want me to bust the tool off

And look, I leave your boys actin' tough

And come on, I see your boys 'dem sprint off

And Justin, cool off, you don’t really want me to bust the tool off

And look, I leave your boys actin' tough

And come on, I see your boys 'dem sprint off

Yo, right now it’s Eskiboy

Tunnel Vision

And he can keep sending people

Keep speaking to me like, keep speaking

Hold tight Ghetto, you’re a coward

You should be stepping up, I don’t know why you’re letting Skywalker do this

A big boy for Skywalker you know

Big boy for Skywalker

Hold tight Ghetto, I’m calling you

You coming in, stop sending all these, all these up and comings like

Man’s a big man star, shut your mouth