Newham Generals War Dub

(album: Tunnel Vision: Volume 5 - 2007)

Yeah, it's Eskiboy
Hold tight the Newham Generals
You're finally speaking like, after all this time
Hold tight D, it took you 15 years to step up
Yo, listen
It's not a coincidence that I'm still going
I'm youthful, cinema catch your last showing
Just row row your boat, keep on rowing
Don't try and stop me now
Creeping and sowing
Should've known I wouldn't get wiled up
Don't try and smile up, I could push mile up flowing
I master the game better than Michael Owen
I'm not a glow worm but I'm glowing
I'm not a glow worm but I'm glowing and I ain't tiptoeing
You know when I'm here, I get your heartbeat going
War with me is longer than a piece of string, I'm a winner
My name's on the wing, that's a powerful thing
Jail I ain't been and jail I ain't going
I'll just make beats and keep my words flowing
And boy better start knowing that the tees are here but they're going
The way I do it nobody can do it better
The way you do it you come across as a bredda
I won't stop it I'm gonna do it forever
Check my new coat, white suede, white leather, grey letters
Nike line me up 'cause I'm clever, D
What I'm gonna be wearing, you may never
Walking in West End brand new BM, all windows down blazing Stormy Weather
I got lemons that make your eyes redder
Can't buy draw if you ain't got cheddar
So if you wanted to ask me, if I don't trust you, I'll tell you right quick not me never
Even if you thought you would never get caught, I will still put holes in your sweater
D, I said you're not Foots and Monk ain't better
I'll slew you even if you've got a vendetta
Bad boys come around every other year
When you're chatting to the kid you better speak up clear
Say E, any number after that
Postcode's nothing you'll see me anywhere
Gangsters in the wings, who might clip your wings for tryna get lairy
Take my tings, 1 loss, 1 win, make a loss be a win
I ain't lost anything, I ain't [?] anything
But I'm a boss in this ting
And no General can't say shit, I ain't flopping this ting
I burn you like an eye shot, rocking this ting
I ain't ginger, will knock knocking this ting
And some of my mates, think I'll flop on this ting
I say, "no way what what what on this ting"
I ain't Dizzee, still get dizzy
You know what blud, I'm at the top of this ting

Cent, 5 cent 10 cent dollar
Must've followed anybody now I'm doing what I wanna
D's strapping bars be smart if you wanna that's alright, 'cause I'll take you to heart when I wanna
Get a MOBO, I've got a genre
Grime scene, my scene, straight from the gutter
I swear 'round here, you could never be a nutter
I refuse you can smoke weed, pump weights and drink booze
Whatever I do, won't lose
Ask Dylan and Cage they're right behind yous
Me, have it from yous I refuse
Take out crews in 5's or 2's
Don't like my views
Destroy, envy, real crews
If you didn't know now you better pick up the clues
Don't get happy 'cause you got a few pairs of free shoes
I'm famous like Hill Street Blues

Cent, 5 cent 10 cent dollar
I come into the manor and I don't care who's
Backing this ting on the day beside yous
Can't bully me but he controls yous
Cent, 5 cent 10 cent dollar
I come into the manor and I don't care who's
Backing this ting on the day beside yous
Can't bully me but he controls yous

You wanna merk who, I won't avoid you
Let's see if you merk me and my whole crew
I'm waiting, I'm sitting here waiting
Oi D, blud, you wanna merk who, I won't avoid you
Let's see if you merk me and my whole crew
I'm waiting, I'm sitting here waiting
You know why, I'm sitting here waiting
I'm not a bad mind yout but I can't take pressure from a yout that's hating
Makes me wanna start the blazing and cause harm to me?
I'm raising the roof off your cranium
That's how I pay him, I'm so God blessed sorry, I can't take it
Fuck it, I might as well come through raining
These are the final days and you can see I'm not baiding
They're time wasting, one of us is gonna catch a case 'cause I will get dark in a place
Don't mistake my face for superstar, bredrin
Badman though I do music, and I big 'em up so
Who's this donut playing with
Blud, stop acting
Me and you beef that's a laugh, start aiming
And let's see who comes to the drain where the drums get raided
My fathers have got 2 straps and my bredrins got 2 straps in a waist, 2 straps in a waist
Put, soundboys back in their place
Hold up, this place is my place
Race that we're running is my race, I'm winning it's my race
Everyday I move at my pace
You can never move at my pace, I move at a fast pace
Go from place to place I'm like, Eski
Then my flows too Eski, I'm going on Eski, I'm way too Eski
Eskiboy made Eskimo, and that's Eski
Check me, I'm going on Eski
You can never stand up in a war with Eski
I do it gangster, gangster, like Joe Pesci
Look who's running the game it's Eski
Wiley Kat, aka Eski
Gotta be honest, I used to think Dizzee was the best, now Kano's better
And I'm a star, Boy Better Know sweater
I could spell very good down to every last letter
My vision is clear and I gotta make cheddar
I'm better than them man
None of them could survive stormy weather
I ride stormy weather, it's why I'm the best
And I still ain't gotta wear bulletproof vests
I'm a street boy forever
I'm creating street hype forever
I got a tune that I done it's called Gangsters, try and make a better one, never
Flop, I'll never
Ever be a never wearing in the summertime, prick not never
Compared to them man, I'll break my back for the cheddar
Generals take me down not ever