Doin' It Again - Skepta

I noticed when I walked in

The room went dark

Somebody better call the police

There’s a guy here with no heart

He said he goes by the name of Skepta

He’s on a warpath

And he said if anybody touches the crown

He’s gonna tear them apart

I’m a grime MC’s worst enemy

I kill them and I put them in a cemetery

And if anybody thinks they’re sick in the head

Then I’m going to rip him to shreds live on the stage like Jeremy

I’m going in for the kill

I wouldn’t stop even if i had a punctured wheel

Got no time for the war with will

Squash that beef like a Foreman grill

I got a lot of mandem looking out for me

The ladies, they go wild for me

Back to the front, left to the right

And everybody up in the balcony

You can tell by my accent that I’m straight out of London city

Like Wiley

Like Dizzee

Like Tinie

Like Chippy

Let’s get busy, I was in fourth now I’m in fifth

Man wished I was in court looking at a sixth

Instead I’m on tour, I fuck off the stage, encore

Excuse my French, bonjour

Je m’appelle Skepta AKA Daniel Son

If I’m on the bill at two

Then the party starts at about half past one

I’m a grime MC and i won’t change

Doing it again, doing it my own way

I’m a grime MC and i won’t change

Doing it again, doing it my own way

I’m a grime MC and i won’t change

Doing it again, doing it my own way

And I might recycle a bar

Because my material is too good to throw away

Doing it again, they tried to stop me but I’m doing it again

Skepta, yeah I’m doing it again

Boy Better Know I’m doing it again

I’m, I’m doing it again

They tried to stop me but I’m doing it again

Skepta, yeah I’m doing it again

Boy Better Know I’m doing it again

All because of the grime bars I’m spitting

MC’s are talking about quitting

25 mobiles ringing, majors bidding

Boy Better Know chase ringing

I’ve warred with the best

2 middle fingers up to the rest

Big S tattooed on my chest

Microphone champion no contest

A lot of man never though i would get to say my piece

Can’t believe the singles i release

I climbed up the chart at light speed

And I made Amira forget about Syed

If it costs to be the boss, I pay full price

And i can show you my receipt

Scars on my body from wars in the street

Pain in my left arm, and i can’t sleep

So I’m sitting up praying for success to come a little sooner

I never suck up to no-one, I’m not a hoover

I come to fuck up the game like a sore loser

The way i turn heads

You would have thought that this was a reverse parking man-oeuvre

And when you’re listening to Boy Better Know

You’re listening to the sound of the future

I keep my circle tight

And the question everyone’s asking is, «Who are you?»

So i gotta put these squares in the right place like a Rubik’s cube

I’m a solider, what have you been through?

You and your stupid crew

Better remember when you’re talking to a chart topper

You’re talking to the lord of the mic part 2

I’m a grime MC and i won’t change

Doing it again, doing it my own way

I’m a grime MC and i won’t change

Doing it again, doing it my own way

I’m a grime MC and i won’t change

Doing it again, doing it my own way

And I might recycle the bar

Because my material is too good to throw away

Doing it again, they tried to stop me but I’m doing it again

Skepta, yeah I’m doing it again

Boy Better Know yeah I’m doing it again

I’m, I’m doing it again

They tried to stop me but I’m doing it again

Skepta, yeah I’m doing it again

Boy Better Know I’m doing it again