Eediyat Skengman 2 (Stormzy Send) - Wiley

But like, obviously like

When man would do the marjay and that

Like, d’you get me?

Like (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

So no disrespect, yeah?

No disrespect bruv

Your mum’s a dickhead blud

Dickhead

Dickhead blud

Ask your mum where she knows me from

Broski I’m the coldest don

Where was you when you wrote this song?

You was looking for a motive don

I’ve done more for you than your dad has

You didn’t chief my dad so don’t backtrack

My little bro shouldn’t have sent and that’s facts

But now it’s me you gotta face

Mike, you ain’t slapping anybody in the face

I will spray up your house and be proud

Whole street lookin' 'cause the shots dem are loud

Tell all your mandem better sit back down

'Cause this MAC-10 ain’t got a friend in town

Kick all the doors off, even your mum’s one

Hold on, you and your mum owe me a lump sum

Hold on, you and your mum should come see me

Bring a suitcase of money cah it’s like you wanna be me

Dead, all informer fi dead

You’re caught up in a circle of bread

If I see your mum down Croydon market

I’m gonna rip that weave off her head, dead

Man can’t bully my dad

If they ever try a ting like that, dem man dead

They’ve all tried killing me dad, I ain’t dead

Rasta, ballhead, skinhead and dread (Yep), 'nuff said

But you can’t get your new gyal out of your head

Heard she’s a goer from the likkle mandem

That’s something that I shouldn’t have said

It’s not my business in fact

You gotta keep your image intact

This is grime, this ain’t rap

Come and get your boy off the ropes, no cap

Me, the career resurrector

You wouldn’t be nothing without Skepta

The 'Wiley Flow' was just a par but

Revenge is sweet just like nectar

I’m Achilles, you’re Hector

I could win it both ways, G, I bet ya

I’m outside, ready for the outside

Sayin' «Wheel it up, my selecta»

Bro called me, took him a brick

He said, «Clash Stormzy?

Wot’s all this?»

I said, «With Big Mike?

It shouldn’t be this

But, without us, he wouldn’t exist»

That remix was taking the piss

All dem man, they was taking the piss

Next time, none of you are faking the mix

You ain’t from the village, you’re a fake in the bits

Delightful, go beat your jaws on your tour but

Michael, Maya’s not yours anymore

You’re not on the dance floor anymore

I’m somebody that you can’t ignore anymore

Club night, bring 24 in, raving in foreign

Your mandem ain’t sure anymore

This is grime, my bruv, it’s not four to the floor

All my war dubs, dem are awkward and more

You don’t wanna see me get crazy, Mike

My mind works well, it’s not lazy, Mike

Everybody thinks that grime is neeky

Til man rise the ting like Crazy Mike

I ain’t chattin' for the fun it’s not Laser, Mike

Better sit down 'bout you wanna raise it, Mike

So many people try to flex

You can’t bring Ed round 'ere, save it Mike

I said this ting ain’t really meant for you

I dunno why ain’t nobody sent for you

You owe the dons that put you on

I swear they should be collecting rent from you

My brudda, some of us, we can’t be controlled

I laid foundation for the keys you hold

If you don’t stop moving funny around us

I’ll change the locks, now your keys are old

If it’s urban, it’s all mine, shut up

Can’t tell me nothing 'cause I came from the gutter

Before you was trying to bread and come across like a nutter

Now you’ve gone soft like butter

It’s a shame, me and you are friend but you wanna move lame

Two two’s you know we ain’t the same

I run the show, yes, I run the game

Get out my way, ay