Where?
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London.
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London?
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London.
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London?
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Yes, London! You know: fish, chips cup o' tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins, London.
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Whoo Kid
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[Skepta:]
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Too many wannabe badboys flexin' like they're so rowdy
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Look a badboy straight in the face, tell him I'm a real badboy fuck Mike Lowery
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I don't take disrespect neither do the guys that are standing around me
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I do it how they didn't wanna do it now they wanna try an do it but I'm telling them 'low me
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When I shut one eye and aim, I hit the target
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Ben Cook now sitting at home now tryna figure out how he fucked up his artist
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If the game was a tray full of ice cubes then I'll be the coldest and the hardest
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The last MC that dissed me, blood on the ceiling, blood on the carpet
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See I've got more heart than Tony Hawk but when I'm riding I ain't ramping
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I'm ready for all out war them man are lying on the floor camping
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Said keep it professional, Skepta forget the mad ting
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I just say Candyman five times in the mirror but nothing ain't happening
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When I say that I stick it in the pussy'ole, cause it ain't no sexual innuendo
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I been producing since Mario came on the Super Nintendo
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So if a man wants to violate me I will make this beat at the fastest tempo
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Kill another MC then go Spain and change my name to Lorenzo
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[Sample:]
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What happened to him?
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He got shot in the face Lincoln. I would have thought that was obvious.
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What'd you do that for? You mistake him for a rabbit? What do you want me to do about it?
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Sort it out.
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I'm not a fucking witch doctor.
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But you are a bad boy yardie and bad boy yardies are supposed to know how to get rid of bodies.
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I create the bodies. I don't erase the bodies.
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There ain't no clowns round here when I find one go to the circus
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Fuck a suspended sentence, I'll re-offend if I ever get nervous
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I say what I mean, mean what I say so when I say it I'm saying it on purpose
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I tell a man that wants to rob me don't bother coming if you ain't got burners
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I gave up smoking and then I got stressed out told KJ get the weed in
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Lying in bed paranoid thoughts in my head, staring at the ceiling
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100 nightmares in my brain clearly tryna stop me sleeping
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1000 diamonds in my chain and it's hurting a lot of mans feelings
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You wanna know why they call me Guy Fawkes in the club just look at my table
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Now they wanna know what Skepta's worth they wish they knew my appraisal
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Black carbon fibre on the roof of the white Audi I'm so interracial
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I start with a little bit of foreplay, have sex then finish off with a facial
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When it comes to the bedroom ladies better know I'm so X-rated
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I met her on Monday made love on the same day 'cause I ain't Craig David
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Big high grade spliff, Courvoursier nigga I'm so wasted
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I can't drive like this but it's okay because Jamie's driving a spaceship
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Mike Lowery
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| Skepta |
