Listen Up - Skepta

Listen up, listen up

Yeah

I’m a Welbourne warrior, St Paul’s soldier

Northumberland park, next door neighbour

Eskimo raver, L-stone visitor, Meridian resident

See me in Manny with President

Showaman or south soldiers

Don’t fear olders, I never had youngers

Age ain’t nothin' but numbers

My seventeen year olds roll with pumpers

I’mma temple tourer, champagne pourer

Winchmore warrior, Class A courier

Grime scene ambassador, Duppy maker

Four four saviour, Ally Pally jungle raver

Entry ticket and a borer

Fresh hair cut, with a side partin' and a border

Selby Centre explorer

Private caller ignorer

Go on then

Everybody knows Skepta, I’m about

I should change my name to Beadle

In a dance I get evil

I get so many reloads, somebody better bring another needle

I’m Dizzee Rascal, Kano, Wiley and Lethal, the sequel

I’m back to business, playtime’s over

I’ve gotta stand up tall, represent my home sweet home for my UK people

Listen up closely, pay attention

(I repeat), pay attention

I blaze any one of these guys just give me one mic, one blue Rizla and a Benson

I’m not an easy clash, ask tiomi yie wun sen den sung

I flow darker than my skin complexion

Now I get big man money like I was claiming a pension

But you’re one of them boys from the past who gets asked a question,

hasn’t got the answer

Now you’re looking in all different directions

Asking your mates for suggestions

Little did you know, nobody knows the answer

So now you’re asking the host of the show to pass the question

You better than me, that’s taking the piss like a two and a half hour detention

Go on then

I call my album Greatest Hits

'Cuz all my old music is better than your latest shit

Yeah he’s alright, but I like the basic shit

I don’t like too many words in a sentence in unreal

Two weeks on remand, I don’t talk like I done a life sentence

Nothing to prove I shot food on the baitest strip

Long body Mondeo’s, bright red XR2's, bagging up in the baitest whips

Now I make the best Grime music

Some man run up in the booth and lose it

Start spittin' like Dipset, D-Block and G-Unit

Kano brought a new flow to the game

Now I look around, ten million emcees in the Grime scene wanna use it

It’s my job to make 'em look stupid

I bury emcees on pirate radio

Spit a big boy sixteen bar

Hot like tar

Hotter than Trinidad and Tobago

And man know what I’m like on a stage show

Four best crews in the game, I’m doin' it again

Them kinda lyrics send man up to the sky with two wings and a halo

None of these emcees want war with Skepta