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[Intro: Skepta]
What do you mean, what do you mean?
Yeah, Skepta
One line flows, yeah, I got some of those
You get me, Jme? Easy
Nah!

[Hook: Skepta]
Nah, that’s not me
Act like a wasteman? That’s not me
Sex any girl? Nah, that’s not me
Lips any girl? Nah, that’s not me
Yeah, I used to wear Gucci
I put it all in the bin ’cause that’s not me
True, I used to look like you
But dressing like a mess? Nah, that’s not me

[Verse 1: Skepta]
It’s the return of the mack
I’m still alive just like 2Pac
Girls in the front row, girls in the back
Spit one lyric, everybody’s like brap
Flashback to the cold nights in the trap
Now I’m in a new whip counting the big stack
Yellow-gold chains and the diamonds are black
Jack me? Nah, you don’t wanna do that
Anytime you see me wearing a glove
Boy Better Know I ain’t coming to fight like Jet Li
Spray this ’til the clip is empty
I know you get what I’m saying, you get me?
Love for the Gs in the ends
We don’t love no girls in the ends
Last time I fell in love with a sket
But trust me, I will never do that again

[Hook: Skepta]
Nah, that’s not me
Act like a wasteman? That’s not me
Sex any girl? Nah, that’s not me
Lips any girl? Nah, that’s not me
Yeah, I used to wear LV
I put it all in the bin ’cause that’s not me
True, I used to look like you
But dressing like a mess? Nah, that’s not me

[Verse 2: Skepta]
See me, I come from the roads
Pricks wanna try and put Skepta on hold
But no, badboy, I’ve been one of those
Wake up call, you will get one of those
One to the eyeball, one to the nose
I don’t really care about your postcode
Take your girl, no dinner, no rose
Two minutes in my bedroom, no clothes
Girls everywhere, girls in the club
Looking at me, tryna make a black man blush
Girls on the high street, girls on the bus
But these niggas wanna hang around us, that’s sus
I don’t wanna see a Stone Island, cuz
Man talk shit, I just smile and flush
I’m looking for a girl with an X factor
But I don’t judge like Simon does

[Verse 3: Jme]
From day one, I said I was serious
Then “Serious” hit the jackpot
People ask what music I make
Turn the volume up cuz, that’s what
I don’t wear no bait designer brands
I spit deep bars in my black top
You’ll never see me smoking a cigarette
Cah cigarette smoker, that’s not me
Nah, that’s not me, nah, that’s not
When I’m on the mic in a rave
I got the whole crowd bubbling like a crack pot
See me and Skepta in a video with a nostalgic backdrop
There’ll never be a day when I don’t make music
‘Cause silent? Nah, that’s not me

[Hook: Skepta]
Nah, that’s not me
Act like a wasteman? That’s not me
Sex any girl? Nah, that’s not me
Lips any girl? Nah, that’s not me
Yeah, I used to wear Gucci
I put it all in the bin ’cause that’s not me
True, I used to look like you
But dressing like a mess? Nah, nah, nah
Nah, that’s not me
Act like a wasteman? That’s not me
Sex any girl? Nah, that’s not me
Lips any girl? Nah, that’s not me
Yeah, I used to wear Gucci
I put it all in the bin ’cause that’s not me
True, I used to look like you
But dressing like a mess? Nah, that’s not me

[Intro: Drake]
Man’s never been in Marquee when it’s shutdown eh? Trusss me daddi
(Man’s never been in)

[Hook: Skepta]
When it’s shutdown
That’s not me and it’s shutdown
Ring ring pussy, it’s shutdown
Fashion week and it’s shutdown
Went to the show sitting in the front row
In a black tracksuit and it’s shutdown
Touch the road and it’s shutdown
Boy Better Know and it’s shutdown

[Verse 1: Skepta]
Yeah, take time
If a man wanna try me, no time
Usain Bolt when I run up on stage
I pick up the mic and it’s reload time
Don’t know your songs but they know mine
That’s why I got gigs just like Joe Grind
After the show I be rolling mine
Don’t care bout the no smoking sign
They try to steal my vision
This ain’t a culture, it’s my religion
God knows I don’t wanna go prison
But if a man wanna try me, trust me, listen
Me and my Gs ain’t scared of police
We don’t listen to no politician
Everybody on the same mission
We don’t care about your -isms and schisms

[Hook: Skepta]
Cause it’s shutdown
That’s not me and it’s shutdown
Ring ring pussy, it’s shutdown
Fashion week and it’s shutdown
Went to the show sitting in the front row
In a black tracksuit and it’s shutdown
Touch the road and it’s shutdown
Boy Better Know and it’s shutdown

[Verse 2: Skepta]
You wanna act like a G for the camera
You say you’re Muslim, you say you’re Rasta
Say you don’t eat pork, don’t eat pussy
Liar, you’re just a actor
Blud, you’re not on your deen
And if Selassie saw you he would say
“Blud take off the red gold and green”
Them man are soft just like ice cream
Seen? Start moving correctly
If you don’t wanna upset me, you get me?
You tryna show me your Fendi
I told you before, this shit don’t impress me
I bet I make you respect me
When you see the mandem are selling out Wembley
Roll deep in a blacked out Bentley
Pull up outside like “wah gwan sexy”

[Hook]
Yeah, and it’s shutdown
That’s not me and it’s shutdown
Ring ring pussy, it’s shutdown
Fashion week and it’s shutdown
Went to the show sitting in the front row
In a black tracksuit and it’s shutdown
Touch the road and it’s shutdown
Boy Better Know and it’s shutdown

[Skit]
A bunch of young men all dressed in black dancing extremely aggressively on stage, it made me feel so intimidated and it’s just not what I expect to see on prime time TV

[Verse 3: Skepta]
I’m in a different class
When I get through I’mma bring my dargs
2 by 2, man a walk on the ark
Sittin’ at the front, just like Rosa Parks
Trust me, you don’t wanna see me get dark
Upset cause man are way up right now
And the shit happened all so fast
I was in Paris, shut down l’Arc
New York, shut down Central Park
Talk about London, yo Frisco where shall I start?
Walked in, spat ten 16 bars
And each and every one of them came from the heart
None of my lyrics are stolen
“Go on then, go on then”, that’s my slogan
Wanna know how I did it with no label
No A-list songs, and I told them

[Hook]
Blud, I just shutdown
That’s not me and it’s shutdown
Ring ring pussy, it’s shutdown
Fashion week and it’s shutdown
Went to the show sitting in the front row
In a black tracksuit and it’s shutdown
Touch the road and it’s shutdown
Boy Better Know and it’s shutdown

[Outro: Drake]
Link up Daddy
All right
Yo tomorrow I’m gonna come scoop you, we’ll go to Biz’s
Yeah for sure
All right
Dun know

[Pre-Hook]
I don’t know why man’s callin’ me family all of a sudden
Like hmm, my mum don’t know your mum
Stop telling man you’re my cousin
I got day ones and I got new ones
No fake ones, trust no one
It’s Boy Better Know ’til I die
Tryna run up in the bank like Bonnie and Clyde

[Hook]
Cause man get money with the gang
Man get girls with the gang
Man eat food with the gang
Man talk slang so the feds
Can’t work out what I just said to a man
Told me you was a big fan but the first thing you said when you saw me is “Can I get a pic for the gram?”
I was like “Nah, sorry man”
I only socialize with the crew and the gang

[Verse 1]
Woah, guess who’s back
Came a long way from sittin’ in the flats
Came a long way from when whites never used to mix with blacks
Now all my white niggas and my black mates, we got the game on smash
I used to rate your page on MySpace but you never stayed on track
Upset cause your wife is a fan, she done with a little boy
Now she wants to be with a man
Told my accountant “Do me a transfer, cause I wanna buy some land”
You and I have got different plans
Real mad man, I might go Saint Ann’s
No Triple A pass, no wristbands
You are not mandem, you are not gang

[Skit]
Tracksuit Mafia, Boy Better Know
My ones, my team
Meridian, bad blocks
London boys, active boys
You get me?

[Hook]
Man get money with the gang
Man get girls with the gang
Man eat food with the gang
Man talk slang so the feds
Can’t work out what I just said to a man
Told me you was a big fan but the first thing you said when you saw me is “Can I get a pic for the gram?”
I was like “Nah, sorry man”
I only socialize with the crew and the gang

[Verse 2]
They wanna see me drown
Tryna hold the mandem down
Cause I shutdown Shoreditch car park
And I got bars like Camden Town
Out there tryna survive on the streets
Tryin’ not to get killed by the police
And I be schoolin’ MC’s
Nobody leaves ’til half-past-three
This year I’mma teach them a lesson
Tell Grace don’t reply to those emails
Nah, I don’t wanna do no sessions
It’s like them man have got an obsession with my style of expression
But in public, never hear my name mentioned
Catch them at the nightclub entrance
Always seekin’ attention
But I be inside, tryna get burse
Lookin’ all cool like Herc
Dressed like I just come from P.E
You’re dressed like you just come from church
Better do your research
You don’t wanna hear my verse come after your verse
MCs act brand new cause they got a little money in their purse
So you had a good solo career?
Had a few big songs over the years?
Back then you was a real Top Boy
But right now fam, nobody cares
Walked in the club, everybody’s like
“Who is he? Why is he walkin’ around with security?”
You know the postcode when you’re talkin’ road
Better know that I speak that fluently

[Pre-Hook]
I don’t know why man’s callin’ me family all of a sudden
Like hmm, my mum don’t know your mum
Stop telling man you’re my cousin
I got day ones and I got new ones
No fake ones, trust no one
It’s Boy Better Know ’til I die
Tryna run up in the bank like Bonnie and Clyde
Cause

[Hook]
Man get money with the gang
Man get girls with the gang
Man eat food with the gang
Man talk slang to the feds
Can’t work out what I just said to a man
Told me you was a big fan but the first thing you said when you saw me is “Can I get a pic for the gram?”
I was like “Nah, sorry man”
I only socialize with the crew and the gang

[Skepta]
Yeah Skepta, Boy Better Know, N-Dubz
I never have a dream when I go to sleep at night
My dream begins when I walk outside
Now I’m on stage and I feel like I’m looking through Michael Jacksons eyes
Stories, rumours and accusations so I gotta stay self conscious of my hand gestures before they call me a Mason or say that I’m working with satan
But even a blind man could see, I would never sell my soul for the P
When you’re looking at Skepta, you’re looking at grime so the only thing I gotta stay true to is me
I don’t need a helping hand, stand up tall, I’m my own man
Find me on the tallest building in the country singing as loud as I can

[N-Dubz – Chorus]
I-I feel so alive, so alive
(S-K-E-P-T-A)
Got my two feet on the ground
But it feels like I’m in the sky
It’s time to enjoy the sun cause we made it through the rain
Put your hands up in the sky like you’re tryna touch a plane
I feel so alive, so alive

(Boy Better Know-oh-oh, yeah)

[Dappy]
Shit what have I done
Raa, everyone singing along to my bars
Went triple platinum, see me I’m trying to do what Elvis done
And the stage is way too big for me
Labels never thought this guy from the ghetto could make all these girls sing for me
Nana, nana, nana, niiiiii
I got a big NANA chain hanging down to my navel
Tell the bartender “take a fat bottle of champagne to Polydor’s table”
Big men acting like school kids
Say there gonna run up on me with a full clip
So I pull down the two flaps on my cap cause I didn’t want to hear that bullshit

[N-Dubz – Chorus]
I-I feel so alive, so alive
(D-A-Double P-to-the-Z)
Got my two feet on the ground
But it feels like I’m in the sky
It’s time to enjoy the sun cause we made it through the rain
Put your hands up in the sky like you’re tryna touch a plane
I feel so alive, so alive

[Fazer]
It’s time to get dark
Blacker than Cilla
Fazer aka 6 figure n-gga
Man said I got robbed for my chain
Until I put a picture on Skepta’s twitter
When I go to the Gucci store I dress rags
Security think that I aint gonna buy shit
Then I pull out my card, swipe it, bowl out with 20 bags
If I like them, cop them, f-ck the hater, can’t stop them
MC’s wanna diss N-Dubz but they can’t get a top twenty let alone a top ten
So if it weren’t for the fans I woulda had a haters blood on my hands
I’mma mastermind behind the keyboard so I’mma carry on stacking up these grands

[Chorus]

[Hook: MC Creed]
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again

[Verse 1: Skepta]
I’m, I’m, I’m doin’ it again, they tried to stop me but I’m doin’ it again
Skepta, yeah, I’m doin’ it again, Boy Better Know I’m doin’ it again
I’m, I’m, I’m doin’ it again, they tried to stop me but I’m doin’ it again
Skepta, yeah, I’m doin’ it again, Boy Better Know I’m doin’ it again

[Verse 2: Wiley]
When a man says tiger tiger, you better know I’m the tiger tiger
E3, L-O-N, tiger tiger, I’m still doing this ting and you can’t jack a ting with tiger
When a man says tiger tiger, you better know I’m the tiger tiger
E3, L-O-N, tiger tiger, I’m still doing this ting and you can’t jack a ting with tiger

[Hook: MC Creed]
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again

[Verse 3: Jme]
Everybody knows – serious!
From day one I said I was serious!
But nobody took me serious!
So now I say Boy Better Know!
Everybody knows – serious!
From day one I said I was serious!
But nobody took me serious!
So now I say Boy Better Know!

[Verse 4: Jammer]
I’m a big man but I’m not thirty
Yeah-ahh, watch me get dirty
Murkle Man, watch me get murky
Heat man up, roast man like turkey
I’m a big man but I’m not thirty
Yeah-ahh, watch me get dirty
Murkle Man, watch me get murky
Heat man up, roast man like turkey

[Hook: MC Creed]
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again

[Verse 5: Footsie]
It’s Footsie again
Stop think twice, take a look-see again
They want a war with Footsie again
Blud I told you before it’s Footsie again
It’s Footsie again
Stop think twice, take a look-see again
They want a war with Footsie again
Blud I told you before it’s Footsie again

[Verse 6: Bossman Birdie]
Dem can’t walk the walk like me
Dem can’t talk the talk like me
Bigger badder man Bossman Birdie
I see you but you can’t see me
Dem can’t walk the walk like me
Dem can’t talk the talk like me
Bigger badder man Bossman Birdie
I see you but you can’t see me

[Hook: MC Creed]
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again

[Verse 7: Bear Man]
Let’s go! Yeah man, I’m Bear Man
Who’s saying that I can’t take bare man?!
Tell me have you see the size of my bare hands?
It’s a 20 centimetre span
Let’s go! Yeah man, I’m Bear Man
Who’s saying that I can’t take bare man?!
Tell me have you see the size of my bare hands?
It’s a 20 centimetre span

[Verse 8: Trim]
Yeah it’s Trim
Never wanna trim, never gonna trim, never on a trim
And I’ve always got a trim or canerow
And some chicks like bros with no afro but I keep it real like feds in plain clothes, hate those
Any boy test, get froze in a positional pose I ain’t jokin’ G
Try trim
I’m proud of my trim and my origin if you hit you won’t win

[Hook: MC Creed]
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again
We d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d, we d-d-d-d-doin’ it again