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skepta - basement freestyle lyrics

[intro]
yo
right now, skepta in the building!
mashing!
yeah, right now, streetz incarcerated dvd, yeah
i’m the muckiest, so i have to come and bless the camera
right now, i wanna big up jme, i wanna big up eski+boy, trim, roach, jammer, gun ranger, the whole family, big up big h and bossman

[verse 1]
yo, read my lips
i’m onto the beef like bloods and crips
i’m a deep mc, so, take some tips
but don’t beg friend, try buy me chicken and chips
keep your chicken and chips
keep your barbeque chips
rudeboy
i got a fizzy fanta, take two sips and i’ma keep on spitting ’til my top lip rips
take a hint
i’ma keep spitting ’til geeneus kicks me off rinse
might see me with an eastside prince
might see me in a blue car with tints
might see this monkey in the ghetto
with no trim, taking out the garbage
if i hear you chat greeze
i’ll come to your ends and cause maximum karnage
who is it? it’s me
can’t diss a man in my family tree
you’ll get shanked in the chest with my front door key
then a box in the mout’ with my back door key
draw for the leng, k!ll a mc
i’ve got a black ski mask but i don’t ski
and if you diss roachy or jme
i will come to your set like + “what rudeboy? who is it? who is it?”
everybody gets sprayed
i’m a hit+man but i don’t get paid
two bullets in a wastemans’ skin+fade
leave red stains on his clothes like cherryade
brand new duppies have to get made
make your head+top explode like grenade
if you wanna draw for the blade
i’ll be like + “nah rudeboy, what d’ya mean, what d’ya mean, w+”
nah, but, what d’ya mean, you fool?
go on then, go on then, draw for the tool
think that you’re hard but you’re soft like wool
i’ll l!ck a man in the jaw side with a stool
i’m a shower+faced man but i still look cool
white gold chain and an iced+out jewel
but they couldn’t jack me because i’m not ja rule
nah rudeboy, what d’ya mean, w+?
nah, nah, what d’ya mean, you d+ck?
go on then, go on then, draw for the stick
think that you’re hard but you’re just a likkle pr+ck
l!ck a man in the jawside with a brick
i’m a shower+faced man but i still look sick
white gold chain on my neck looks sick
j+jack who? you must be taking the mick
nah rudeboy, what d’ya mean, what d’ya mean, what d’ya mean…
[outro]
streetz incarcerated dvd yeah, brap!
oi, nah, serious though…
yeah, look out for my album, look out for jamie’s album, jammer’s album, eski+boy’s album, roll deep album
go and cop yourself a copy
brap, brap, brap!

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