I noticed when I walked in
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The room went dark
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Somebody better call the police
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There's a guy here with no heart
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He said he goes by the name of Skepta
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He's on a warpath
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And he said if anybody touches the crown
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He's gonna tear them apart
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And a grime MC was telling me
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I kill them and I put them in a cemetery
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And if anybody thinks they're sick in the head
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Then I'm going to rip him to shreds live on the stage like Jeremy
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I'm going in for the kill
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I wouldn't stop even if I had a punctured wheel
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Got no time for the war with will
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Squash that beef like a Forman grill
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I got a lot of mandem looking out for me
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The ladies, they go wild for me
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Back to the front, left to the right
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And everybody up in the balcony
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You can tell by my accent that I'm straight out of London city
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Like Wiley
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Like Dizzee
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Like Tinie
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Like Trippy
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Let's get busy, I was in forth now I'm in fifth
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Man wished I was in port looking at a sixth
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Instead I'm on tour
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I fxck off the stage, encore
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Excuse my French, bonjour
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Je m'appelle Skepta AKA Daniel Son
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If I'm on the bill at two
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Then the party starts at about half past one
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I'm a grime MC and I won't change,
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Doing it again, doing it my own way
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I'm a grime MC and I won't change,
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Doing it again, doing it my own way
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I'm a grime MC and I won't change,
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Doing it again, doing it my own way
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And I might recycle the bar
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Because my material is too good to throw away
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Doing it again, they tried to stop me but I'm doing it again
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Skepta, yeah I'm doing it again
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Boy Better Know yeah I'm doing it again
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I'm, I'm doing it again
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They tried to stop me but I'm doing it again
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Skepta, yeah I'm doing it again
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Boy Better Know I'm doing it again.
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All because of the grime bars I'm spitting
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MC's are talking about quitting
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25 mobiles ringing, majors bidding
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Boy Better Know chase ringing
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I've walked with the best
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2 fingers up to the west
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Big S tattooed on my chest
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Microphone champion no contest
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A lot of man never though I would get to say my piece
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Can't believe the singles I release
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I climbed up the chart at light speed
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And I'm made of myrrh I forget about Sajid
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If it costs to be the boss
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I pay full price
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And I can show you my receipt
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Scars on my body from wars in the street
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Pain in my left arm
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And I can't sleep
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So I'm sitting up praying for success to come a little sooner
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I never suck up to no-one
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I'm not a hoover
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I come to fxck up the game like a sore looser
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The way I turn heads
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You would have thought that this was a reverse parking manoeuvre
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And when you're listening to Boy Better Know,
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You're listening to the sound of the future
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I keep my circle tight
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And the question everyone's asking is, "Who are you? "
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So I gotta put these squares in the right place like a Rubiks cube
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I'm a solider, what have you been through?
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You and your stupid crew
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Better remember when you're talking to a chart topper
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You're talking to the lord of the mic part 2
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I'm a grime MC and I won't change
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Doing it again, doing it my own way
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I'm a grime MC and I won't change,
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Doing it again, doing it my own way
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I'm a grime MC and I won't change,
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Doing it again, doing it my own way
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And I might recycle the bar
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Because my material is too good to throw away
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Doing it again, they tried to stop me but I'm doing it again
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Skepta, yeah I'm doing it again
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Boy Better Know yeah I'm doing it again
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I'm, I'm doing it again
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They tried to stop me but I'm doing it again
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Skepta, yeah I'm doing it again
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Doin' It Again 2010
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Skepta |