Reflecting

Skepta, Boy Better Know

This one goes out to my haters

I would hate me too

If I had the same MySpace views as you

If I saw Skepta go from sittin' on the wall

To sittin' in a white V6 coupe

I think I'm the best, and I call it competitive confidence, not vanity

It's not my fault them man have got a childish mentality

And they don't know how to make a tune for the mainstream

Radio, road man, and the stage-show at the same time

Watch what Too Many Man

And Sunglasses at Night do in two-double-o-nine

Let me tell you why I'm the king of grime

You write a hundred million different flows

I write that classical line to last me my whole life time

No chorus, get me, this one's a zoners

Lookin' out the window, appreciatin' bein' Joseph

And as long as I'm me and you're you

I'm the best

I wouldn't like me either

If I had a flow like yours that left no space for a breather

Then Skepta comes around

With a flow that breaks down

More times then a P reg Vauxhall Tigra

Too book Skepta ain't gettin' no cheaper

But promoters still want me to feature

Your sittin' at home telling yourself

The shit weed you're smokin' is a creeper

It's not creepin'

Stop lyin' to yourself, fam, you might as well have bought shisha

I'm too real, nobody realer

Too deep, nobody deeper

Flow like Gus, call me the street sweeper

Danger, madness, all my Boy Better Know family

Do your stuff, don't watch no face, you get me?

More money, more haters

Everyone's talkin', talkin', talkin'

Ah, Rolex Sweep, Sunglasses at Night

Them man ain't real, that's a joke ting 'cause

Man has never been bad up in the music ting

Yeah, them man come out their yard

Put their hoods on, sit behind tinted windows

Call their-self road-man

Imagine if I gave them my face for one day

Shit their-self, wouldn't even come out the yard

About victim

You think I rap way too fast and you're thinking

This grime ting ain't the in ting

But you know what? I hear that killer

But don't mistake me for that ****

I get mad when I think this ting got me spitting with people

Like Boya and Saskilla

Look right, It's not what it looks like

I stay with gang, live a good life

I used to shot grams on a push bike

But I wasn't a brand name like Suge Knight

I took time I kept a low profile

I had the food that make that cats go wild

Before music I had a boomin' line, blud, ask T-Mobile

Trust me

One cat buyin' food off me from this window

Another cat buyin' food off President T on the driver's side

All tight, President T, yeah

Real ****, get me?

Back in the day, doin' his ting

In the whip, singin' 07904-triple-1242, we'll feed your whole crew

Get me?

All tight Jme, my brother doin' his ting

Tonight all the real Boy Better Know fans, yeah

That's been with us on the journey

Tonight all the fake Boy Better Know fans, yeah

Everybody who likes this, come this way

Everybody who likes that, go that way, yeah

Solo 45, '09

This one's called, this one's called Reflecting

Yeah, Skepta