Oi, Streetwise DVD, yeah
Skepta, Meridian, Roll Deep
Are you stupid?
Big up all the massive inside the building
Big up the Generals
Big up the Neckle Camp
Hold tight Foreign Format
Right now, Meridian
Hold tight Aftershock
Hold tight the Roll Deep massive
Listen, hold tight Knuckles
Hold tight Ears
Streetwise DVD, live-o
Okay, yeah, Skepta
It's like boy better know this
It's Joseph, or Skepta, or Junior
See in school man I used to hit man with a ruler
The English teacher tried make me hoover
But I'm a badboy from Nigeria
Not St. Lucia
Joseph Junior Adenuga
I got big lips and an African hooter, but
You better read my lips
I'm onto the beef like bloods and crips
I'm a deep MC, so, take some tips
But don't beg friend and try buy me chicken and chips
Keep your chicken and chips
Keep your barbecue dips
Because I got a fizzy Fanta, take two sips
I'ma keep on spitting 'til my top lip rips
Rudeboy, take a hint
I'ma keep spitting 'til Geeneus kicks me off Rinse
Might see me with an Eastside prince
Might see me in a blue car with tints
Or you might see this monkey in the Ghetto
With no Trim, taking out the garbage
If I hear you chat Breeze
I'll come to your ends and cause Maximum Karnage
But what d'ya mean, you fool?
Go on then, go on then, draw for the tool
Think that you're hard but you're soft like wool
Lick a man in the jaw side with a stool
I'm a showerface man but I still look cool
White gold chain and an iced-out jewel
But they can't jack me because I'm not Ja Rule
Nah rude boy, what d'ya mean?
Go on then, go on then, go on then
Draw for the bucky
Make a man transform into a duppy
But I won't bring a bucky if the bucky ain't mucky
The machete will leave your t-shirt dutty
I'll make your belly look like a box of Kentucky
Might just lose your left eye if you're lucky
Have the nurse start sewing up your face like Chucky
Go on then draw for the bucky
I'm the most showerface guy on the face of the earth
Riding the wave, but I don't surf
And they wanna make Skepta look small like a Smurf
Nah rudeboy, what's the worth?
Man already told you my age
Man already told you my government name and my date of birth
What more does an MC have to say to be the realest player on the AstroTurf?
Skepta
Brap, brap, brap!
Streetwise, yeah, DVD
Brap!
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Oi, Streetwise DVD, yeah
Skepta, Meridian, Roll Deep
Are you stupid?
Big up all the massive inside the building
Big up the Generals
Big up the Neckle Camp
Hold tight Foreign Format
Right now, Meridian
Hold tight Aftershock
Hold tight the Roll Deep massive
Listen, hold tight Knuckles
Hold tight Ears
Streetwise DVD, live-o
Okay, yeah, Skepta
It's like boy better know this
It's Joseph, or Skepta, or Junior
See in school man I used to hit man with a ruler
The English teacher tried make me hoover
But I'm a badboy from Nigeria
Not St. Lucia
Joseph Junior Adenuga
I got big lips and an African hooter, but
You better read my lips
I'm onto the beef like bloods and crips
I'm a deep MC, so, take some tips
But don't beg friend and try buy me chicken and chips
Keep your chicken and chips
Keep your barbecue dips
Because I got a fizzy Fanta, take two sips
I'ma keep on spitting 'til my top lip rips
Rudeboy, take a hint
I'ma keep spitting 'til Geeneus kicks me off Rinse
Might see me with an Eastside prince
Might see me in a blue car with tints
Or you might see this monkey in the Ghetto
With no Trim, taking out the garbage
If I hear you chat Breeze
I'll come to your ends and cause Maximum Karnage
But what d'ya mean, you fool?
Go on then, go on then, draw for the tool
Think that you're hard but you're soft like wool
Lick a man in the jaw side with a stool
I'm a showerface man but I still look cool
White gold chain and an iced-out jewel
But they can't jack me because I'm not Ja Rule
Nah rude boy, what d'ya mean?
Go on then, go on then, go on then
Draw for the bucky
Make a man transform into a duppy
But I won't bring a bucky if the bucky ain't mucky
The machete will leave your t-shirt dutty
I'll make your belly look like a box of Kentucky
Might just lose your left eye if you're lucky
Have the nurse start sewing up your face like Chucky
Go on then draw for the bucky
I'm the most showerface guy on the face of the earth
Riding the wave, but I don't surf
And they wanna make Skepta look small like a Smurf
Nah rudeboy, what's the worth?
Man already told you my age
Man already told you my government name and my date of birth
What more does an MC have to say to be the realest player on the AstroTurf?
Skepta
Brap, brap, brap!
Streetwise, yeah, DVD
Brap!
Skepta, Meridian, Roll Deep
Are you stupid?
Big up all the massive inside the building
Big up the Generals
Big up the Neckle Camp
Hold tight Foreign Format
Right now, Meridian
Hold tight Aftershock
Hold tight the Roll Deep massive
Listen, hold tight Knuckles
Hold tight Ears
Streetwise DVD, live-o
Okay, yeah, Skepta
It's like boy better know this
It's Joseph, or Skepta, or Junior
See in school man I used to hit man with a ruler
The English teacher tried make me hoover
But I'm a badboy from Nigeria
Not St. Lucia
Joseph Junior Adenuga
I got big lips and an African hooter, but
You better read my lips
I'm onto the beef like bloods and crips
I'm a deep MC, so, take some tips
But don't beg friend and try buy me chicken and chips
Keep your chicken and chips
Keep your barbecue dips
Because I got a fizzy Fanta, take two sips
I'ma keep on spitting 'til my top lip rips
Rudeboy, take a hint
I'ma keep spitting 'til Geeneus kicks me off Rinse
Might see me with an Eastside prince
Might see me in a blue car with tints
Or you might see this monkey in the Ghetto
With no Trim, taking out the garbage
If I hear you chat Breeze
I'll come to your ends and cause Maximum Karnage
But what d'ya mean, you fool?
Go on then, go on then, draw for the tool
Think that you're hard but you're soft like wool
Lick a man in the jaw side with a stool
I'm a showerface man but I still look cool
White gold chain and an iced-out jewel
But they can't jack me because I'm not Ja Rule
Nah rude boy, what d'ya mean?
Go on then, go on then, go on then
Draw for the bucky
Make a man transform into a duppy
But I won't bring a bucky if the bucky ain't mucky
The machete will leave your t-shirt dutty
I'll make your belly look like a box of Kentucky
Might just lose your left eye if you're lucky
Have the nurse start sewing up your face like Chucky
Go on then draw for the bucky
I'm the most showerface guy on the face of the earth
Riding the wave, but I don't surf
And they wanna make Skepta look small like a Smurf
Nah rudeboy, what's the worth?
Man already told you my age
Man already told you my government name and my date of birth
What more does an MC have to say to be the realest player on the AstroTurf?
Skepta
Brap, brap, brap!
Streetwise, yeah, DVD
Brap!
Writer: Alex Dyble
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid