Are You Ready? (feat. Wiley)

Hmm, wow, yeah, always ready

The black Nigerian's way too heavy

Every time I open my mouth, look

I say a lyric and another emcee gets buried

Yeah, six feet under, leave a hole in your jumper

When the big skeng rings up like a private number

Ring, ring, talk to the answer machine

Yo, Frisco, pass the machine

I just wanna do my part for the scene

I'm a big man, but they wanna see me act like I'm fifteen

Nah fam, it's a big man ting

So please stop watchin', the whip man's in

I don't wanna be no funky house DJ

But they got me on the weak man ting

You can't threaten me with no badman talk, I'm not scared, sorry, man

You can't threaten me with no badman talk, I'm not scared, sorry, man

You can't threaten me with no badman talk, I'm not scared, sorry, man

I seen so much, now I don't give a monkey

Swing from tree to tree just like monkeys

Some man wanna war me, record me

Lights, camera, action

Who produces anthem after anthem? Me

Skepta, the microphone champion

Some people can't see

You will never win a lyrical war with me

So, I'm gonna call this one Lord of the Mics, Part Three

And murder another twenty-five emcees

So, dig me a larger grave

Spray my ting like aftershave

It's gonna be a par today

When your heartbeat stops and you pass away

Trust me, it's all easy to me

I'm champagne, you're Lambrini to me

Dunno why you're talking greezy to me

When I'm Rodney Price, you're Beenie to me

You can't threaten me with no badman talk, I'm not scared, sorry, man

You can't threaten me with no badman talk, I'm not scared, sorry, man

You can't threaten me with no badman talk, I'm not scared, sorry, man

I seen so much, now I don't give a monkey

Swing from tree to tree just like monkeys

They wanna run it up, but like armour said

It's nothing, leave them

Bare skeng talk, I can't believe them

Red and white R-6 or leave them

Ed Hardy glasses, I can't see them

So, why you talkin' like you can't die?

One bullet in each lung, breathe in

You see, you're soundin' wheezy

And I heard your CD

You and your mandem are talkin' greezy

I just tell a man like D-E-E

Come on, come on, do you really think

I give two shits if you're greezy?

I don't think so, you man, ain't seen greezy yet

When my mandem pop if off

Your man will fly into the sky like easyJet

You can't threaten me with no badman talk, I'm not scared, sorry, man

You can't threaten me with no badman talk, I'm not scared, sorry, man

You can't threaten me with no badman talk, I'm not scared, sorry, man

I seen so much, now I don't give a monkey

Swing from tree to tree just like monkeys