U Ain’t Real - Intellectual

[Intro: Wiley]

Eskiboy

Roll Deep

You know some people think they're real innit

Think I ain't real though innit (What you think I ain't real innit?)

You ain't real like me

Eskiboy (Boy, boy)

You ain't real like me (I know the deal)

You ain't real (You're not real, I know the deal)

When I see you and your crew watch anyway (You're not real, I know the deal)

What you think you got me [?] yeah, alright (You're not real, I know the deal, you're not real, I know the deal)

Wait til I see you in the dark bro trust me (You're not real, I know the deal)

Wait til I see you (You're not real, I know the deal)

[Verse 1: Wiley]

I can be a Peter or B-L-E-M

Shirt and jeans, [?]

I spit so much I might get a sour throat

In that case I'll sip L-E-M

I been around since Randall and Kelly Kem

I'm a badboy for you, and a badboy for dem

Now tell me I'm here on the roads

You can see me flowing around in the top 10

If you ask anybody who the top 10 MC's are

They're gonna mention Wiley again

I got the cheapest pen

London's under attack

You might see me on the news at 10

And this *** wants to test me again

Like I won't rally back and start blasting again

Who's the one you're asking again

I told you last week don't ask me again

[Chorus 1: Wiley]

You ain't real like me (I know the deal)

What you mean I ain't on the roads, ain't on the roads (You're not real, I know the deal)

It's Eskiboy right now you can see me floating around [?] (You're not real, I know the deal, you're not real, I know the deal)

You ain't real like me (I know the deal)

Donut (You're not real, I know the deal)

You're a fruitcake blud (You're not real, I know the deal)

I swear I see a single 49, waste (You're not real, I know the deal)

[Verse 2: Wiley]

I been a way but I'm back

And my flows all cash

On a Yamaha R6 not a Kawasaki

I'm just a ninja though I show no emotion

I'm not sad but I sure ain't happy

I make bad boy tunes on my lappy

My Triton Rack and my digital Maccy

Studio ting or road ting

Watch I'm on it

I'm from London not from Palace

So you wanna play the bally

Can't see I'm a street kid

I'm shabby, my way you can't carry

It's one ting saying you're a badboy

It's a next ting saying you're a fisher like Larry

I know G's from Brum and Manny

Smoke the chun weed like Danny

Your crew ain't aggy I'm a son with a righteous daddy

I'll still leave your t-shit tatty

[Chorus 2: Syer B, Wiley]

Syer

You ain't real like me (I know the deal)

On the side (You're not real, I know the deal)

Sy...Syer (You're not real, I know the deal)

On the side, eat screw (You're not real, I know the deal)

Nah you ain't real like me (I know the deal)

You ain't real like me (You're not real, I know the deal)

[Verse 3: Syer B]

You ain't real like, spitting with skill like

Don't think that I'm just raw on the mic

Don't think that I'm just here for the hype

What you think that I don't creep 'round for the night?

I remember a time

Outside of Stratford Rex one night with four guys

Tried taking man's watch, taking man's ride

Thought I was a *** on the sly

Tried telling me to drive to the side

Stop the car, hand him the keys to the ride

Little mug must've thought I'd be shook 'cause his mate was sitting in the passenger side

I put the keys in, got out, smashed his mate in the side of the face with a lead pipe

Grab the handbreak, make the car slide (car slide)

I know he was a *** 'cause he cried

[Chorus 3: Brazen, Wiley]

You ain't real like me (I know the deal)

I showed you boys, Brazen (You're not real, I know the deal)

You're not real, I know the deal (Yeah, nah)

You're not real like me, nah (You're not real, I know the deal)

Nah, you're not real like Michael boy (I know the deal)

Yeah I show you boys (You're not real, I know the deal)

Yeah, I show you boys (You're not real, I know the deal)

I'm out now, yo (You're not real, I know the deal)

[Verse 4: Brazen]

Guess who's back again

I want the cash in both hands

***, I ain't going back again

I'll let the mandem deal with the trafficking

I can't get catch again but I can't pack it in

Everybody wants to know what's happening

But nobody wants to know, what's waggering me

I want half a key

And less than one-sevens, or I double my P's

I'm stretching up police he's checking up on me, regularly

The tag on my legs giving me grief

I can't even sleep in my E-N-D-S

This why when I start some beef

Punch me I'm street crashing [?]

Push me too far and it'll get ugly

Push me too far, and I'll start punching

I'm pumping with blood, I'm dumping on drugs

*** I got bars, you can't touch me

I'm a [?] man not on bubbly

You wanna mug me, never I'm clever

I'm ready for the heat

I've never been better

I'm getting new gloves

[?] the Berreta

You're a feather

I will penetrate your 80 and [?] mate

If you wanna know your fate

Touch me bare time and place

[Outro: Wiley]

You ain't real like me (I know the deal)

You ain't real like me (You're not real, I know the deal)

Wasteman, tryna [?] bun on the stage (You're not real, I know the deal, you're not real, I know the deal, I know the deal)

Man locked you on the floor still (You're not real, I know the deal)

Hold tight Vase (You're not real, I know the deal)

'Member, man wants to kick you off the bike innit man has to bail out (You're not real, I know the deal)

Bail out innit

Eskiboy

You ain't real like me

Nah