[Intro]

Eskiboyo

[Verse 1]

I wanna talk about the black boy tune that Bash done

Me I’m blacker than a black-cat, gun and a glass of white rum

Three black cars, choose one it’s a black one

Young black boy too much money in a Nike shoe box, I ain’t that one

Got a new shirt it’s a black one, came from a black slum

Black stone island coat runaway yeah that one

I've been buying garms since manaman had an old [?] with, black one

Got a new Versace jeans suit, with the ‘09 pradas, pair of black ones

Choice of whips? You see me in a black one

Black boys drive black Bentleys with black leather seats, I am that one

I am the original black one, role model, I can’t black one

And if you ain't got dough better stack some

Was a black boy now I am a black man, if I lost my life now I couldn’t say I didn’t have one

Even though I'm on a mad one, I'm glad I never felt bad like, say I didn’t have one

I used to live life like nobody’s picnic, now I’ve got a bank card, black one

Black man ain't meant to have black cards, Bentleys, got them anyway

Big money deal next year, I'm gonna catch one

Black star made money black stars to the year but not one

See the other year try trap one, disrespect them, exchange energy, clap one

8s, 16s, 24s, 32s, 64s, new roadster, black one

Got a black attitude, too many enemies, don’t be surprised if you see me attack- one, one

I got a brand-new C.P jacket, it’s a black one

Jme's got an M5, it’s a black one

So who’s black? I am black history that ain't a mystery

Brand new maccys? Black ones, V Jumps? Black ones

See me doing stage shows, go through the back ones

Any imposters, then I gotta clap one, clap one, clap one

G's like me you are never gonna trap one, 'cause I don’t tolerate any back chat but

Yeah I'm a star, I'm a black one. Black, black, black, I’m so black I make a rat run

Kick it in the road and make you friend Jack run

How much do you stack huh? You don’t stack none

That’s why they can’t get dark and in three decades they can’t catch one

[Verse 2]

I told them, I'ma MC again, but my pocket ain't empty again

When I'm gone everyone’s filling up tanks but when I’m come back, they’re empty again

I've got too much you resent me again, but you better not tempt me again 'cause

I’ll fly around with the “boo doo do do” and spray both of them til they’re empty again

So forgot everybody, don’t friend me again

Where I been can’t send me again

I've been through the cold and the place you can’t go so, don’t ever say you’re gonna end me again

PPL? Ten G again

I ain't here to defend any ends but I defend myself to the end

I don’t wanna be your friend, don’t like me? Send for it again

First line I said I'ma MC again, write so much bars like I’ll empty a pen

Back in the day, on the roof at Deja, when Lethal B got ended again

I've got 7 and 8s, but I roll with a 10, Louis Vuitton luggage Im rolling again

If you don’t see me dominate them charts one day I’ll drive a swag rover again

Well I go to war where the odds are against me, like, Tucker and Daniel, holder again

A few years, I'm older again, I've been doing stage shows sober again

I came from the hood and I done what I could, but it’s not about that I’m a soldier again

Money in my pocket and you’re never gonna stop it

So you’re gonna have to call your olders again

[Verse 3]

Please don’t bother, cause my flows proper, I rolled 'round Manny, patrolled FootLocker

See I’m a town hopper, ex-brown shotter, the next show stopper

Taught Harry Potter, invite everybody I've never been a blocker

Dudes wanna talk about “that’s my dance” or “this is the sweet this ain't no tick tocker.”

I didn’t stop cause I ain’t no flopper

I’m colder, I don’t give a damn if you’re hotter

You’re flow ain't proper

I’m a chart topper

You ain’t been higher

I'ma go clock her

See you in the ranks where the dough gets better after one tune, I saw my dough get long

Still better than clipper, better than blocker, but I’m in sight, you’re a window shopper

You take me down? You are off your rocker

If we’re on a mission when I speak dissing, cause I don’t want see another crime sheet written

And I’ve been slipping before

So if you hear what I’m saying there’s gonna be less chance of you tripping

Make a new beat, 8 bars into the 16 bars make a sub base kicking

Whole crowd’s flipping, I learnt from stick-ins, the first ball-boy running right on the riddim

In the chart I’m whizzing, champagnes fizzing, if I’m in a West End club bring biz in

What’s the car now bro? I got vision

The iPods full out, can I not listen to your songs?

Wait Kylie and Dylan, besides that, Dizzee and Wiley are driven by money

So it’s hard to say if they’ll listen to each other on TV, radio or riddims

I won’t snatch at you man, I’ll snatch it

Throw a in-di-yar and I will catch it

Even if you live for the title-belt, it’ll vanish

As soon as you try grab it, the gods won’t have it

Your girl’s not satisfied by you so, she’s got to rub it

When it comes it comes to music, Wiley’s a gannet, the most unusual star on the planet

And I’m nuttin' like go-go gadget

Your old flow's had it, and you can’t manage

Going on like you was a lyrical savage, I’ve got more layers than a light green cabbage

I keep telling them, they keep asking but I don’t know Sally, don’t know Janet

Don’t chat to man about Wiley, you link them gyal, I live life, I don’t plan it

And you better know when I’m shopping I ball out

First grime kid on this earth I’m going all out

‘Nuff of them lose the plot and they fall out

It’s not my fault

I’m the one you can’t rule out

I’ve got your wifey on call out, but I don’t go there, told her I don’t care

When I’m on the strip, whips, I bring em all out

Bikes and chains, the lot, I bring em all out

Bring em all out, bring em all out, when I come on the scene, phones ringing all out

I’ve got another brother in the game who tried to stop my work, cool, we ain’t gonna fall out

See, I just wanna number 1 so I can ball out more, hear my name get called out more, more, more

Gonna do an all-out tour, there won’t be a ticket on sale, I sell out

I got lyrics that are straight from the heart, and you got lyrics that’ll rise from a bar

But it’s all good though cause you got the likkle man flow but I’m a big man in the charts

I got a big whip, not a gold car, I made it a decade, I’m gonna go far I’m like

“Rah, this soundboy’s still alive”, you could die from one I’ve got 21 scars

Ain't gonna stop till I got 21 cars, for the enemies, now that’s 21 pars

When I come around, you better ring the alarm, spray a 16 bar that’s, hotter than tar, yeah I par

I’m like nah, I won’t have a bar from a likkle man star 'cause

Manaman know I’m bad I wanna roll on my own while you got roll on your own in the dark

[Verse 4]

Yes, who am I? I’m the best in England

North, South, East and West

You can ask anybody if I got the big boy tunes on the road they will tell you yes

Yes, I got a diamond bezzle, champagne flakes I climbed a few pegs and

Next time you see me I’ll be in my R6 it's, gunmetal grey on the 08 reg, reg

So far from the edge might see me on fuzz might see me on hedge

And in my lane I’m so far ahead its unusual but I talk to the de- de- de- de- de- dead

Yeah I talk to the fed, to the soundboy he thought he was walking again

Got one title, he’s got the other one, whole family’s smiling again and again

Yeah

It’s Wiley again

None of you better not try me again

You don’t see me in the hood much

'Cause now I’m going I’m grimey again

Top gear, you’ll see me in a Lambo, money up, everyting tidy again

Trust me I know this flow so well makes me remember I’m Wiley again

You might me see me on the river with your wifey again

[Outro]

Yeah

Eskiboy

2008!

Who said man can’t spit? Pricks

Man can still do this ting, seckle