Are You Ready? Lyrics By Skepta
Hmm, wow, yeah, always ready
The black Nigerian's way too heavy
Every time I open my mouth, look
I say a lyric and another emcee gets buried
Yeah, six feet under, leave a hole in your jumper
When the big skeng rings up like a private number
Ring, ring, talk to the answer machine
Yo, Frisco, pass the machine
I just wanna do my part for the scene
I'm a big man, but they wanna see me act like I'm fifteen
Nah fam, it's a big man ting
So please stop watchin', the whip man's in
I don't wanna be no funky house DJ
But they got me on the weak man ting
You can't threaten me with no badman talk, I'm not scared, sorry, man
You can't threaten me with no badman talk, I'm not scared, sorry, man
You can't threaten me with no badman talk, I'm not scared, sorry, man
I seen so much, now I don't give a monkey
Swing from tree to tree just like monkeys
Some man wanna war me, record me
Lights, camera, action
Who produces anthem after anthem? Me
Skepta, the microphone champion
Some people can't see
You will never win a lyrical war with me
So, I'm gonna call this one Lord of the Mics, Part Three
And murder another twenty-five emcees
So, dig me a larger grave
Spray my ting like aftershave
It's gonna be a par today
When your heartbeat stops and you pass away
Trust me, it's all easy to me
I'm champagne, you're Lambrini to me
Dunno why you're talking greezy to me
When I'm Rodney Price, you're Beenie to me
You can't threaten me with no badman talk, I'm not scared, sorry, man
You can't threaten me with no badman talk, I'm not scared, sorry, man
You can't threaten me with no badman talk, I'm not scared, sorry, man
I seen so much, now I don't give a monkey
Swing from tree to tree just like monkeys
They wanna run it up, but like armour said
It's nothing, leave them
Bare skeng talk, I can't believe them
Red and white R-6 or leave them
Ed Hardy glasses, I can't see them
So, why you talkin' like you can't die?
One bullet in each lung, breathe in
You see, you're soundin' wheezy
And I heard your CD
You and your mandem are talkin' greezy
I just tell a man like D-E-E
Come on, come on, do you really think
I give two shits if you're greezy?
I don't think so, you man, ain't seen greezy yet
When my mandem pop if off
Your man will fly into the sky like easyJet
You can't threaten me with no badman talk, I'm not scared, sorry, man
You can't threaten me with no badman talk, I'm not scared, sorry, man
You can't threaten me with no badman talk, I'm not scared, sorry, man
I seen so much, now I don't give a monkey
Swing from tree to tree just like monkeys
