[Intro]
Yeah!
It's Eski Boy
Creeper Volume 2 right now
Hold tight Riko, Danny Weed, Target, Breeze, hold tight Wiz, hold tight C-side
Alright then
Let's do this, Creeper Volume 2 right now
You know we do this
Confident with the flow
It's Eski Boy, Creeper Volume 2
Straight at it, back again
Yeah! Hold tight Flowdan
Alright then!
London, stand up tall - it's for you!
[Verse 1 - Wiley]
I'm not one of them boys from the past who hasn't got the answer
I've got the answer
Dance round pricks with a flow like a dancer
Gangsters, what, in your crew? There's no chance
I won't take yes for the answer
When shots fly you'll be jumping like an Irish dancer
My name's Skeemo
I'm so class-A like Nino
Trouble maker like Beano
He sold records straight from the car boot
You don't wanna hear this, get in the car boot
Get away, next time better be prepared to shoot because people will shoot
My job is taking loot
Flip it once or twice and make way for the youth
Because the youth don't pet they've got tings in boots
Life ain't Roses and flutes, it's far from
Make sure I live good until I pass on
What I make, I will pass on
I can see through you, even if you had a mask on
I was first, guess I'll be the last don
Living like a legend
I'm begging 'em, stop testing him
He will wipe you off the earth, 'cause God's blessing him
Daily, Weekly, Monthly and Yearly, I'm in the sky you're not near me
Your life's sweet like little house on the prairie
Grew up in squats and flats
Avoid cops and rats
I've got blocks and traps
You might slip, I've got a skippy flow just like Skip
Hear me skipping on the beat
I won't have a bar from no one
I come around and smash up your Shogun
Yeah, I'm a low one
Straight from the hood
I know a real G if I see one
You just wanna be one
[Verse 2 - Riko Dan]
Roll Deep entourage, moving deeper
Creeper, put a soundboy in a sleeper
Wiley's got my back, MC defeater
Everyting Roll Deep, this side's sweeter
And you're shit, and you're shit
Just put down the mic and forfeit
You're a prick, you're not on the war tip
Got blicks, buss em off, I don't bore pricks
Oi Target, give me some more hits
I want a choong ride, choong house, more bits
More cash, more rollies, more paper
And Riko's back on my feet with the flavour
I'll just trim off your head like shaver
Mind your mout' and watch your behaviour
Don't act bad 'cause you went to Jamaica
I'll still bang you up, you're a prick, you're a faker
Wasteman, you can't waste man
Chat big, can't chat inna my face man
Roll Deep crew, we run the place man
If it's arms, that's what's inna my waist, man
Wasteman, you can't waste man
Chat big, can't chat inna my face man
Roll Deep crew, we run the place man
If it's arms, that's what's inna my waist, man
What's that, what's that?
Boom, boom, boom!