[Intro: Skepta]

Yo, BBK, hundred million

SB.TV

We're going in

2012 shit

[Verse 1: Jme]

To those who don't know me hello

You think you control me, no

I'm one of the best artists in the world

And I leave other MCs below

If you ain't heard of me, hello

Keep up stop moving slow

Boy wanna know what Boy Better Know means

For you to find out and for me to know

If you know my face salute

Parlez-vous français? Salut

Je m'appelle J-M-E

Let me show you around this jungle like Baloo

If you know my face salute

Parlez-vous Français? Salut

Je m'appelle J-M-E

Let me show you around this jungle

I get black like Akon's hair

So black if you black out the lights, can't tell if I'm there

Black like Heskey's shins

Blacker than midnight tims

Blacker than your dad's burnt barbecue chicken

When he blacks out in the garden from sipping Black Label Carling

Black like the tarmac on the black road

When I drive my black car you know it zaps

[Verse 2: Jammer]

All the work I put in

Done all the work that them man couldn't

Late nights in the studio putting in bare work

Work that them man couldn't

I told them, the proof's in the pudding

Now I'm in bed with three different women

I told them don't sleep on me

Now they wanna trick or treat on me

Roll up, pull out the heat on me

But Boy Better Know us man are OGs

We make paper, grands!

Supporters, big up the fans

The only 'ting they're clapping is hands

Us man are major, got big plans

Us man roll with twenty-five gyal

Dem man roll with twenty-five man!

I knew it would happen, saw it coming

That's why it's our music they're plugging

I push grime hard, I go in

Some man say it's a psycho ting

But them man are fake on a lypo ting

Us man are big dargs, them a Michael 'ting

Roll by on a cycle ting

Man better take cover when I go in

I go in, I go hard

Make these other MCs go yard

Us man are wicked man, them man are soft

Ask Double and Foots if us man are 'ard

Man have got bars, man have got dough

I told pussy-oles don't sleep on me

So I give them a half for the gram of the snow

[Verse 3: Frisco]

Over-time, stamina

Endurance, go for time

I'm telling them know

You'd better know what you're doing if you decide to go for mine

I'm sick over grime, over rap, demolish MCs I'm known for that

Nobody can cross it, rise up the ting and clart it

If you try hold me back, hold a clap to your facial

Bullets hit anyone. They ain't racial

If you're a bad boy only with your mandem, you're an ee-diot

I can't rate you

You're an actor, like Denzel

I don't watch, man, I get girls

If you diss me I'll get you when you're yawning

6 in the morning, like Fem Fel (ayy)

You're looking at big darg

So mind who you're talking to

I got the hunger for more, who's talking food

Man are acting like he's got 9 lives

He can find out what the 4 5th do

Back of the club with the mandem about, move out of the way when I'm boring through

Lyrically sick, I was born with flu

Stop chatting shit, I will bore this dude

And I ain't gotta say much more

Fuck it, lemme say some more

Sending for me with your shit lyrics

Is like coming with a knife to a gun war

I done more, now I'm up high

So it don't make sense me coming down

Try and know if a man ain't talkin' money

I'll jam in my yard fuck coming out

Pass the mic lemme say suttin'

Lemme start this off like a play button

Stand firm and defend my team

And if it goes off I'mma spray suttin'

And if you get shivved I ain't gonna say nuttin'

Say nuttin'

I get paid to rhyme so it costs when I say suttin'

Them man are brook, they ain't made nuttin'

Them man know it's a UK invasion

I've been waiting, fuck waiting

I'm taking over man know the equation

Me with the mic man know what I'm making

Got all the top boys relating

A couple bad mind niggas, hating

Got my kitty to sample the food

He was like, "Fam, amazing"

I do this 'ting, them man are in training

Days in you know we go hard

Man are like ring the alarm

I'm killing off anything moving, fuck with me darg

Man are like "Fam you're too much for me darg"

North London niggas got love for me darg

I get love in the east and the west

And the south side niggas they fuck with me hard

Lyrically man can't fuck with the bars

Late, you man are stuck in the past

Man said he's gonna do me suttin'

Fuck it, he ain't gonna do me nuttin'

Fuck a hater. Spend a grand at the bar

All the work that I put in

Like Skeppy said "You man are working your arse off

And still can't get a look in"

[Verse 4: Skepta]

Wash down 1 Viagra pill with a glass of lemon and lime

And I won't stop until they realise that I'm the hardest of all time

Listening to an instrumental thinking of words that rhyme

Take my eyeball out, go blind when I write bars I put the I in grime

You call it a Boy Better Know Chain, I call it 10 years on the grind

Started to think positive and left the negative behind

Been to jail on remand in foreign countries, don't tell me shit about crime

I don't rob man no more, but I'll still take man's shine

I had the ladies gassed

More time I was dressed in black, Thinsulate hat

So like Justin Timberlake, I brought sexy back

But I don't wanna get caught in the trap

It's no biggie, I got two packs

And I put it on and like Santa Claus, I won't stop 'til I empty the sack

My crew know that I back them any time

I get the toys out when it's play time

And if my O2's off tell man ring me on my BBK line

'Til then I'll be sitting in my house with a big spliff watching Babestation Daytime

Boy Better Know is the family tree so fuck what they're saying on the grape vine

[Verse 5: Solo 45]

I'm better than that, I'm better than jail

I'm better than an illegal way gang banger

Better than a postcode, than a bandana

Better than a hoodlum stuck in the manor

I'm better than that

Can I get another glass of Grey Goose?

I wanna have fun but I can't seem to

Cos I wanna get myself out the manor

But there's a another camera and I'm the same old banger

So it's the same old questions, the guns, gangs the manor

Someone please tell 'em I'm a changed man since the slammer

But they don't wanna hear me, they just want the banger

Don't act bookey around me

I'll take your phone

Check your last calls

Swear to god. Wallahi azeem

If you know my enemies

And you ride with the enemies

I'll do all five dispersals

13 big stiff years for the enemies

I ain't looking for a number 1

You niggas know I'm number 1

I tell youngers "Bring the guns"

Bring the guns so they bring the guns

Over you found my man?

Yeah I owe you 1

Hold him there don't kill no one

May your death be slow and painful motherfucker

I said feed him to the lions

Feed him to the lions

Feed him to the lions

Feed him to the lions

Fuck it feed him to the lions

Feed him to the lions

Feed him to the lions

Fuck it feed him to the lions

[Interlude: Sketpa & All]

P-pum-p-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum

Muay-Muay-Muay Muay Thai kick to face

Muay Thai kick to face

Muay Thai kick to face

Forget the guns, forget the knives

I'm tellin 'em straight; Muay Thai kick to face

I'm one of them, I'm one of them, I'm one of them I'm one of them

Muay Thai fighters, BJJ, MMA fighters

[Verse 6: Shorty]

6 million ways to make it but I'm gonna make it my way

Moesh every day like say it was Friday

I get better every year like wine mate

I get better every bar that I spray

Lyrically doing this 'ting on a grime wave

So many Boy Better Know hits out there

You've been looking for a hit since MySpace

You might see me on the grime page

Yeah the shortest one on the grime stage

Plus I make sure I roll properly

Don't start cos this ain't the right place

Nuff MCs wanna play mind games

I'm a big man forget the mind frame

So many mad thoughts running through my brain

I'll soon have a big boy chain with my name

Quit smoking about five times last week

More times its just me and the weed

Ten Bensons, silver and a few sheets

One million voices still wanna speak

Look at me now two mixtapes deep

Wow. Look at the face it's peak

When I was on tour, dun know I got sore

Cos all over the house made the gyaldem weak

Now I get more than a kiss on the cheek

What happens on the tour bus stays there

If you're not moshing you know you can't play here

With Krept and Konan you know they don't play fair

Man wanna compare me to man

When they're Old Kent-road and I'm like Mayfair

I'm not on a hype, I'm trying to get paid here

New year's eve I can say I had a great year

Yo, might want to check this

I'm deep in the game

While you're floating up there with the dead fish

Never been sick. Never been devlish

Sometimes man try and come on some next shit

It can get stupid. It can get hectic

If anyone try and disrespect it

They get cleaned up like an English breakfast

They said I ain't gonna make it

They say my flow's too basic

I told them "Face it don't hate it"

Now my views freeze like I'm in the matrix

Same girls getting up to the same tricks

Same old guys gettin' up to the same shit

Everybody claims that they're doing this 'ting

But I don't see none of them guys on the grave shift

Chilling with the same guys from day dot

In 2000, listening to k dot

Back then man couldn't get a rave spot

Now I'm on the runway ready for takeoff

White on black tee in the same top

Still fucking up raves on the same drop

Never hate on shit that you ain't got

Life's way too short get paid boss

Stay humble, stay focused

Cos around here we're surrounded by jokers

Nuff man wanna talk about straps

But they can't kill a Locust

So certified (when I'm talking?)

We make tunes for the youngers and olders

I don't care what nobody says

If there was a grime belt we'd be the holders