Knock Yourself Out
(专辑: Been There Done That - 2010)
Skepta, daniel son Boy Better Know The
hardest!!! Listen, the
ladies call me the
Royal Mail Cuz I
got the
total package Fuckin em in Buckingham palace I'm up my own pasage Fuck them human beings, Im on my own planet You anus, I'm famous So ironically, I've got love for my haters Fuck running up round ere End up with two straps on your tongue like Prada trainers I
want new money, but I
still get old money So i
gotta spend my pension I
should buy you a
Tom-Tom for your birthday Cause you ain't got no direction No future, no plans That's why you get air from fans I
buss on your girl then I
told her to put the
letter B
In the
beggining of the
28 grams [Hook:] I
didn't ask you how to get here So what makes you think I
need your help now? See them boxing gloves over there? Put them on, fam, and knock yourself out Listen, I'm cool, I'm fine Boy Better Know is the
label, I'm already signed I'm the
reason anyone over 25 still listens to grime Yeah, what? Take that to heart My head's burning from the
talk in the
yard Man are like 'Nah man, I
don't like grime' But you see that nigga Skepta he's hard Nah, you can't do it like me Part time criminal, full time MC Feds wanna lock up the
IC3 Because I
don't play like a
blank CD It's the
way that I
am with the
women I
murked every single dance that I've been in I'm a
commercial artist, still one of grime's hardest Stuck in the
middle like sandwich filling [Hook:] I
didn't ask you how to get here So what makes you think I
need your help now? See them boxing gloves over there? Put them on, fam, and knock yourself out They wanna criticise Skepta, but I
got one question Can you do better? Always ready, bet you a
tenner You're not sure like English weather Wanna see an action replay of Lord of the
Mics 2
Then just write me a
letter I'm heavyweight, you're light like a
feather The
microphone champion forever These MC's wanna diss my baby mum You're so lucky that I
don't have a
title Swear to God, would've gone wild Buss a
man's face off the
bathroom tile I
don't wanna battle rap with man no more You must think we're in 8
Mile Man a
get mad like Jeremy Kyle Give a
man a
Chelsea smile How dare you chat about my unborn kid Anyhow, I
see another YouTube vid Bit of wickedness, that, man have gone weird Buss a
man's face off the
toilet lid Every other lyric-chatting backburner informer Cuh everybody knows what you did Some bumbaclart [?] ting Manaman's rolling with a
six [Hook:] I
didn't ask you how to get here So what makes you think I
need your help now? See them boxing gloves over there? Put them on, fam, and knock yourself out I
didn't ask you how to get here So what makes you think I
need your help now? See them boxing gloves over there? Put them on, fam, and knock yourself out