Reflecting

Microphone check yo, yo Ah man Let's talk about naturally This one this- you know what No hype, no ad-libs, nothing yeah They say I've fallen off Mum says she's the happiest parent in the world I know what I care about You get me? 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 sitting on the wall To sitting in a white V6 coupe I think I'm the best and I call it competitve 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, roadman And the stageshow 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 You get me? This one's a zoners Lookin' out the window, appreciating being 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 Tiva To book Skepta ain't getting no cheaper But promoters still want me to feature Your sitting at home telling yourself the shit weed your smoking is a creeper It's not creeping Stop lying to yourself fam you might as well have bought Sisha 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 talking, talking, talking Ah Rolex Sweep, Sunglasses at Night Them man ain't real, that's a joke ting cuz 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 them self roadman Imagine if I gave them my face for one day Shit their self, wouldn't even come out their yard About victim You think I rap way too fast and your thinking this grime thing ain't the in ting But you know what? I hear that killer But don't mistake me for that nigga I get mad when I think this ting's got me spitting with people like Boya and Saskilla Look right It's not what it looks like I stay with the gang live a good life I used to shot grams on a push bike But I wern't a brand name like Suge Knight I took time I kept a low profile I had the food that made that cats go wild Before music I had a booming line Blud, ask T-Mobile Trust me One cat buying food off me in this window, another cat buying food off President T on the driver's side Hold tight President T yeah, real nigga, get me? Back in the day, doing this ting, in the whip Singing, "o seven nine o four, triple one two four two will feed your whole crew" You get me, hold tight Jme my brother doing his ting Send out to the real Boy Better Know fans, yeah That's been with us on the journey, send out to the fake Boy Better Know fans, yeah? Everybody who likes this, come this way, everybody who likes that, go that way, yeah? Solo four five, '09, this one's called This one's called, "Reflecting", yeah, Skepta