Shape Shifting Lyrics By Skepta
Boy, you better know
Skepta
Joseph Adenuga
Yeah
I wouldn't say I had a rough, rough, rough life, yeah?
But I've had some bad times
My son's in this music ting
They're always going through pure madness
But you know I'm happy to be Damian Jr.'s dad
I coulda been one of these waste emcees' dads
Not making no money
Dead up
My name's Joseph A-D-E-N-U-G-A
I love grime, but I don't usually spray
I've got four kids
And all of their names begin with a J
You know them way, what else can I say?
From June to May I rep Boy Better Know all day
You will see me in a green Mercedes A-Class
Blazing a zoot, smiling away but from time to time
I look up to Allah and pray
That DJ Maximum, Wiley, Jamie and Junior will be okay
They could never die before my head turns grey
Boy you better know the roads ain't nice
So many gunshots, too many knives
But I heard a couple man dissing my wife
So God, please forgive me if I take an emcee's life
(Joseph)
These emcees are just saying a lot
Violating, talking about people's moms
But you know what?
I knew Jamie and Junior was gonna get into this music thing
I'm a big DJ
Come to my house, there's records everywhere
I'm on Radio One
Yeah, my name's Tim West W, double-O, D
I'm a big dog, these other DJs started in 2 double-O 3
I'm on Radio One, not Rinse 1 double-O 3
Kiss my F, double-O, T
Anybody who tries to shut down my shot
Hating Westwood 'cause I got a new Jay-Z drop
50 Cent drop, Busta Rhymes drop, so many drops
I don't know what tune to drop (Yeah)
Troubled boy better know song, then drop a bomb
Bang your doors, real goons in the H.M.P. locked on
Haters wanna shoot me and lick me down
They know Westwood's big in the scene
But my Hummer's tinted out
So if you wanna see me, you better look through my front windscreen
Timothy
So many haters
Get me? Everyone's dissing Westwood
But soon as their albums, mixtapes gonna drop
They wanna follow me and come on my show
They didn't follow me before I made Powell
Soon as I made Powell, all these emcees are ringing my phone
Yo
My names D-E-X-P-L-I-C-I-T
Sound boys wanna be grimy like me
Rip off my tune, but they never wanna say
But it's okay, trust me
I never wanna say anything about you, it's all gravy
I know you saw Memphis Bleek and Jay-Z
Spitting on my tune, it's a good look
Now the promoters know they should book Dexplicit
You can't say I'm not the best in it
That's like saying that my granny's not a good cook
I know Lethal B came with a good hook
But it wouldn't be as big if it wasn't for the kick drum
Face it, I made a big one
I've got nuff more beats, you could listen to my CD and pick one
If I don't like what you're saying, I'll delete your vocal on a quick one
Dex
Get me?
Don't phone my phone
For some 8-bar relay tune
Done that
That's old news, reaper
It's new stuff now
Greatest hits
The real shit, two thousand and everything
Yeah?
Skepta, Boy Better Know (Shah)
Yeah
Boy Better Know
(Gone)
(Hey, stop that very mic)
