So Alive (N-Dubz Vs Skepta)

Yeah, Skepta

Boy betta know

N-Dubz

I never have a dream when I go to sleep at night

My dream begins when I walk outside

Now I'm on stage and I feel like I'm looking through

Michael Jackson's eyes

Stories, rumors and accusations

So I gotta stay self-conscious of my hand gestures

Before they call me a mason

Or say that I'm working with satan

But even a blind man could see

I would never sell my soul for the P

When you're looking at Skepta

You're looking at grime

So the only thing I gotta stay true to is me

I don't need a helping hand

Stand up tall, I'm my own man

Find me on the tallest building

In the country singing as loud as I can

I, I feel so alive, so alive

S-K-E-P-T-A

Got my two feet on the ground

But it feels like I'm in the sky

It's time to enjoy the sun

'Cause we made it through the rain

Put your hands up in the sky

Like you're tryna touch a plane

I, I feel so alive, so alive

Boy better know, oh oh, yeah

Shit, what have I done?

Rah, everyone singing along to my bars

Man went triple platinum

See me, I'm trying to do what Elvis done (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

And the stage is way too big for me

Labels never thought this guy from the ghetto

Could make all these girls sing for me

Nana, nana, nana, nie-eee

I got a big Nana chain hanging down to my navel

Tell the bartender, take a fat bottle

Of champagne over to Polydor's table

Big men acting like school kids

Say there gonna run up on me with a full clip

So I pull down the two flaps on my hat

'Cause I didn't wanna hear that bullshit

I, I feel so alive, so alive

D-A double P to the Z

Got my two feet on the ground

But it feels like I'm in the sky

It's time to enjoy the sun

'Cause we made it through the rain

Put your hands up in the sky

Like you're tryna touch a plane

I, I feel so alive, so alive

Nana, nana, nana, nie-eee

It's time to get dark (What?)

Blacker than cilla

Fazer aka 6 figure **** (Brrrap!)

Man said I got rubbed for my chain

Till I put a picture on Skepta's twitter (Mad)

When I go to the Gucci store I dress rags

Security think that I ain't gonna buy shit

Then I pull out my card and swipe it

Ball out with 20 bags (Oh)

If I like them, cop them, fuck a hater

Can't stop them

MC's wanna diss N-Dubz

But they can't get a top twenty let alone a top ten (Haha)

So if it weren't for the fans

I woulda had a haters blood on my hands

I'm a mastermind behind a keyboard

So I'ma carry on staking up these grands

I, I feel so alive, so alive (Whoa)

F-A-Z-E to the R

Got my two feet on the ground

But it feels like I'm in the sky (Aye)

It's time to enjoy the sun

'Cause we made it through the rain

Put your hands up in the sky

Like you're tryna touch a plane

I, I feel so alive, so alive

Nana, nana, nana, nie-eee