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wiley – eskimo dance lyrics

[verse 1: delusion]
yo
central line!
man try a ting, central line!
boy try a ting, central line!
no long ting on the central!
f+cked in the head+a+leng
if i’m bored+a+leng
i might walk down the road+a+leng
eat anyone+a+leng, pon dem [?] a+leng
and then duckle

[verse 2: k9]
nine! manna l!ck two inna your chest
put two inna your spine
f+ck round with k, your life is on the line
well, you don’t wanna war with k9
nine! manna l!ck two inna your chest
put two inna your spine
f+ck round with k, your life is on the line
well, you don’t wanna war with k9+9

[verse 3: capo lee]
yo, one of dem, one of dem
c+a+p+o, yeah, one of dem, one of dem
come out the way, yeah, one of dem, one of dem
manna get liff, yeah, one of dem, one of dem
bun down rave, yeah, one of dem, one of dem
pr+cks in the grime scene, yeah, one of dem, one of dem
can’t take capo for one of dem, one of dem
mandem load at one of dem, yo
[verse 4: flowdan]
ey, yo, love grime (hey!)
run man a riddim, i’ll torch it (hey!)
dark like we’re living in sunshine (hey!)
slap ‘way another exclusive (hey!)
one line, make ya head lumpy
i give dem eight bar, gyaldem haffi start moving
wah dem ah deal wid? (level)
cah you know my ting already

[verse 5: jammer]
i’m like, “wow! who’s that rass!”
f+ck up the rave like cs gas
murkle man, k!ll off a fass
worship me like sunday mass
and again, “wow! who’s that rass!”
f+ck up the rave like cs gas
murkle man gonna k!ll off a fass
and man worship me like sunday mass

[verse 6: wiley]
bang! couldn’t be a stupid man
bang! better know i’m a money man
bang! can’t chat sh+t to me, man
bang! cah man are real big mic man so
bang! wiley’s a london man
bang! gyaldem know i’m the man
bang! know that i’m old school man
yes, who’s hot on microphone stand?
[verse 7: ten dixon]
manna said lie dem a tell, lie dem a tell
man are gonna sh+ll dem as well, sh+ll dem as well
put your food on the scale, food on the scale
ayy, it’s not everyday trap on snap
manna said lie dem a tell, lie dem a tell
man are gonna sh+ll dem as well, sh+ll dem as well
put your food on the scale, food on the scale
ayy, it’s not everyday trap on snap

[verse 8: ears]
you wanna test? it’s fine by me
new era, hit ’em with the new stylie
ear’um scare ’em, wear and tear ’em
i got the flows that are too grimey
you wanna test? it’s fine, fine
hit ’em with the new era line, line
i’m cheeky like a rear end
soon gonna explode like a mine

[verse 9: jammz]
young raiden’s got a new ting called
no+no, remorse+morse
you got a new one but they won’t sing, that’s
no+no, remorse+morse (wait)
i tell man straight up i’m the best, that’s
no+no, remorse+morse (wait)
i say, “wait” and they still say, “yes”, that’s
no+no, remorse+morse
[verse 10: breeze]
freeze, don’t make me squeeze
no it’s not babylon, it’s mr. breeze
breathe and you’ll catch my disease
if you don’t own a gas mask, better leave
say please and i might be nice
cold as ice, i drop bodies at a nice price
say the word, spray these nerds
with verbs till their eyes are blurred
[?]

[verse 11: squidla]
i don’t care, i don’t care
take your sh+t, get out of here
leave the seat, f+ck it take the chair
say you done this but who was there?
who was near? temper’s short so watch your talk
my strikers shoot and [?]
from roman road down to [?] walk
drive quick cars, man i hardly walk

[verse 12: tempa t]
start mooting ’em up
what you doing there? start f+cking them up
that boy there, start banging him
chaps, chain, start jacking him
draw for the gat, start gun bucking ’em up
torture [?], i’m shattering
all his mandem come off the block jumping
[?] start scattering

[outro: tempa t]
grips! bang him!
you’re on the floor!
no movement, you’re on the floor!
catch him at the back of the flats!
grips! bang him!
you’re on the floor!
no movement, you’re on the floor!

- wiley lyrics

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