Forgive Me Video (MV)

It's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of
You had a little buzz but it wore off
I don't wanna hear no talk about sawing off
I'll kick the door off, run up in that house like
God forgive me if I hurt any children
Can't take me for Paris Hilton
You better know I'm a Tottenham temple soldier
Old type Mr Wilson
Call me a lyrical author
I specialise in lyrical slaughter
And if you think he's better than me
Then you ain't got taste like water
No matter how hard you try to
You can never make Duppy like I do
Anywhere you wanna hide, I'll find you
Do I have to remind you that I'm on a one-man thing
But I got a big family like Patel and Singh
So when I go and make me a Dappy
Nobody knows he boiled off his ting
They're like, Skepta, what's poppin'
So I told them Ace of Spades
Me's got a rapid and gracious cape
Drink the champagne like I'm acting
When I get hold of it, I pop it off and spray
Plus my cousin Dwight just come out of jail
So I'm celebrating today
I'm like hip-hip hooray
Yo, it's Joseph
I get dough, bread, Hovis
Plus me and my people stick together like Stitchwrap and Otis
Girl better know, boy, better know this
I bought an R6, got changed by the boy, then I got shift
I got a fine and a six-month driving ban
So I sold it
Famalam, I'm fine
Boy, better know it's the label I've already signed
I'm the reason anyone over 25 still listens to grime
Yeah, take that to heart
My ears burning from the chalk in the yard
Nah, man, I don't like grime
But you see that guy 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
Commercial artist, still one of grime's hardest
Stuck in the middle like sandwich filling
Boy better know