Eediyat Skengman (Stormzy send) - Wiley

No eediyat skengman’s running anything while I’m alive

We don’t care about your numbers, that’s them man

They ain’t gonna be here in the end man

I step up and I end man

Send man straight to the truth

Manna bougie

Send a man straight to the booth

I ain’t looking from a mountain, I’m standing on the roof

I be standing on the floor with my trucks and my coupés

Drop top ready to run this place blue

I read all about you, that’s dead though

I ain’t gonna chat any shit about Maya, she’s cool

So we ain’t gonna do the whole Maya ting

Since your first album, your music is doubting

That’s why I’m in the game writing, blud

I got the fire ting, live for army on sight

You better pass me that mic

Cah it’s cold outside, man are back to the road outside

Man are getting pretty road outside, yeah

I bring two in, you lot run out

That just happened, you lot done out

And my blood’s grime, bruv

So I can’t done out

My flow can’t done out, my bars won’t run out

Rolex, get your watch out (Watch)

Heatwave, bring the sun out (Sun)

So what?

Number 1 out (Ayy)

After all that stuff, I ain’t dun out

Can’t stop me when I’m setting the pace (No)

Can’t stop drums when they get with the bass

Is what it is, don’t step in my face (Ayy)

No long talk, gotta touch and chase (Jheez)

This side’s winning the race (Yes)

I got the spirit of Ace

So when I jump on the stage this year gotta make it clear

These bumbaclat flows I’m hearing are all my ones (Mine)

It’s not homage, looking like a sly one

I know when a brudda and a label join together and they try one (Try one)

They all copy me, they want some of my one (Ayy)

It don’t work though (Work though)

'Cause this my ting (My ting)

And I’m the heavyweight champ of the grime ting

I will die fighting for what I believe in, that’s firstly

Secondly, none of these soundboys can burst me

I knew about riddims from nursery (Nursery)

And I will eat MC’s like deep fried Turkey (Ayy)

Them man went along for the journey

But then the journeys don’t look murky

I know Stormzy’s good and that

Yeah, I know he came from the hood and that

But if the vibes that we built were drugs and we packed

We’d be stacking, and he come along and took all that

This is for the darkside, disrespect

This is purely skilled with my foot on your neck

Yes I surely will 'cause I’m king on the set

I got old dubplates when I bring on my mix

You’re not the only hood don who can bring in the cheques

My flow is monstrous, that’s why it’s wringing your neck, yeah

The last 20 years was great

But, it’s about time we bring in the next

Check

Yo, it’s Wiley again

You can’t try me again

'Cause everytime I listen to the big five singles you dropped

I can hear all my stylies again (That's right)

Yo, it’s Wiley again

You can’t try me again

'Cause everytime I listen to the big five singles you dropped

I can hear all my stylies again (Oh lord)

You never cared about grime, you just used it

Worse than Ed with your watered down music

You can’t check me here 'cause your poster’s ripped

The hype train you was on, that slipped

Fuck the drip, where’s the bars?

This guy parring mac, where’s the pars?

(Ayy)

I’m looking, I’m looking (Ayy)

Ring up my agent like, «get me a booking»

Please, I’ve been cooking

I’m looking for the smoke, where is the smoke bro?

Where is it?

You better let me know though (Know)

New zone, I been in my old zone (Ayy)

I ain’t too old to zone, I’m still cold (Ragh)

Said I won’t crack, said I won’t fold

You must think I’m gonna do what I’m told, wrong

Manna unruly

I’ve gone ropes and nobody don’t call me