[Intro : Wiley]

Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once

If you wanna come and take man for a dunce

I've been on the grind for a hundred months

And I ain't stopped doing music, not once

Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once

If you wanna come and take man for a dunce

I've been on the grind for a hundred months

And I ain't stopped doing music, not once

[Verse 1 : Wiley]

See the bars I write, they're like scriptures

I'm famous and everybody takes pictures

I had faith since decks and mixers

And you're a non-believer

So I can't see you in the distancе

Picture the game as a wholе

It's healthy like the Boy Better Know tee business

J's my witness

I'm a musician, ask Skepta

Three of us talk, then we make a decision

You know me, I got good vision

Rudeboy listen

Don't fuck about

There'll be a rude boy missing

When the goons start fishing

I'm a L.O.N. kid

I got the hood snakes hissing

Me, the shotter that you couldn't really see

Made the dream come true after years of wishing

After years of dissing, after years of swinging

I still do the crime and walk, no-

Because

Everything seems cloudy

I've never been robbed in the game 'cause I'm rowdy

Carry on, I will take a hammer to your Audi

I'm like a soldier from Saudi

You're not bad 'round me

Want a CD, try and howl me

It's next week and you still ain't found me

The phone starts ringing when I drive through boundary

And where's Lethal? He ain't in boundary

27, big achiever

E2 weaver

Had the first Sega

Blud, I emerged out of jungle fever

Volume One Creeper

Roman street sweeper

Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy

I get gash by the metre

Wilehouse senior

Lemons will lean ya

E3 teacher

L.O.N. preacher

UK speaker

Trinidad bloodline...

[Verse 2: Skepta]

... St Paul's soldier

Northumberland park, next-door neighbour

Eskimo raver, L-stone visitor, Meridian resident

See me in Manny with President

Showerman or south soldiers

Don't fear olders, never had youngers

Age ain't nothing but numbers

'Cause the seventeen-year-olds roll with the pumpers

But I'ma temple tourer, champagne pourer

Winchmore warrior, Class A courier

Grime scene ambassador, Duppy maker

Four-four saviour, Ally Pally jungle raver

Entry ticket and a borer

Fresh haircut, with a side parting and a border

Selby Centre explorer

Private caller ignorer...

Go on then

[Verse 3: Wiley]

... I'm an Eskidance keeper

Get the weed cheaper

Quantum leaper

The Tottenham high streeter

Eskibeat beater

A star reader

Four times community service breacher

Back to court, facing jail

The case beater

Robbery, burglary

Dad got nicked 'cause of me

The police thought I was a phone shop dealer

Back in the day I was a wheeler and dealer

Fly to west where the sky is blue and the grass is greener

Paul Smith jeans suit, Air Max typhoon

Choong gash greeter

Yeah I know Jenny but I don't know Rita

Plus my Mum's family come from Antigua

You come from West but you don't know younger or older Beaver

I was in carnival 12 years back with the east and west side leaders

Man are badman, man are breeders

Yo!