[Intro]

It's all fun and games, till!

Hail up the East London massive, South London, North London, West London

Fire!

[Verse 1]

This ain't your place

This ain't your race

You're not a G on the mic, yeah that's waste

I've been alive in the game for the last great hype

But nobody knows your face these times

Are you serious?

These times are treacherous

You ain't hearing us

Never seen the past spitter who stopped for too long

Hop on the mic and step near to us

I'm steady on them it's a'ight

Would you really want the mic is

Course you got a hype for the nisai

I'm not a prick I will out your lizai

Turn the chains, spitters ain't getting no strizaips

I'm like water, flowing through your prizaips

Supplying the homes, and you need these lizaits

Been here before

Been here for sure

I been here for beef

I been here for dope

Been here for war I connect all four

Like cities on a tour

Not a shit spitter, witty but I'm raw

I never see another spitter kickin off door

They be sleeping on the floor when I'm rippin another door

Suck your mum cuz, that's what I want to say

So what do you want to do blood? What do you want to say?

Like "What did he say?"

That's what I said

You know I never pet I kill a sound boy dead, d-d-dead

Gimme a plus one I roll with the

Sklakum!

I got money and a brain

I pack 'em!

I asked D double E if I'm bad on the mic

If he ever said no I will clap him!

I ain't lying

Everybody want to kill me off, I ain't dying

Stop trying

Stop running your mouth, and stop lying

I ransack everybody's house, walk out and tell my hood dons

"It's your time to fly in"

[Verse 2]

Look how my life's been

You ain't gotta see the life I seen but you dream

I believe and I just can't leave

And you're just a distant memory MC

I be like, "please"

God knows we ain't the same pedigree or degree

So I say "Why me?"

Yeah cause it's me

Plus at no time at all will I ever be a fool

If me and you ain't cool back your tool

Cause I don't want to see anybody act the fool

Don't need anybody to come and clap the tool

Oh God I'm like "Oh gosh"

Come a long way from the old shops

I just want to flow off

I think I ain't but I'm known of

When it gets down to spitting I don't prolong

I don't brag but I'm badder than them

I might seem sane but I'm madder than them

Hail up my people sat in the pen

It's a E3 kid and I'm back in the ends

When I'm off my band I be back in the Benz

On the way to West London, catching the Thames

I catch a vibe when I'm back at my friend's

I do a bit of this a bit of that in the end

I say "It's all fun and games, you're nothing on earth"

Half of these people are bluffing on earth

I didn't know how to handle praise, well that's why I started puffing on earth

I know Skunky the Monkey

And high-grade bless

Not registering tire

I mean high-grade sess

High-grade sess

My name's Wiley, I'm the best

Yes!

[Verse 3]

I kick your head and curve it like Beckham

And I control the mic fight like Tekken

Bet you thought you were skibby for a second

'Till I ran and put it better than a spitter in a second

I'm a teacher, I teach you a lesson

Murk them at my own discretion

And I tell everybody

I'm not the only one whose life on Earth got messing

Your flow's borrowed

I get a lot of things, but mainly get followed

We can be grown men about this

Or we can be children about this you will get hollowed

Your flow's borrowed

I get a lot of things in life, but get followed

We can be grown men about this

Or we can be children about this, you will get hollowed!

[Outro]

Yeah!

Its all fun and games

Till

Volume 1