Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Cha, what's up with these yutes?
These man have got way too big for their boots
25 years been reppin' this ting
Not once have I been slewed
What's up with these yutes?
These man have got way too big for their boots
25 years been reppin' this ting
[Verse 2]
Yo
Anytime that you hear my name's involved
Guaranteed it's mad and serious shellin'
Only hear me on tracks with dons
The levels I'm settin' is so compellin'
So many years been reppin' this ting
And still speedin' up and excellin'
Fuck your t-shirt and sample packs
They're shit, that's why none of it's sellin'
Got a plug with the finest grub
Who's growin' top bud in a pub in Reading
Every two months I go to the grow
With a pair of shears when the crop needs shreddin'
OG status, I was on road
Back in the day when man from Peckham
Was beefin' YGB and Brockley yutes in '97
What you know about Ritzy's?
Catchin' the train from Brockley, landin' in Streatham
Never know who's gonna be waitin' at the station
So I walked with a weapon
So tekky with the rambo
Finishing move somethin' like Tekken
Spin around like a rotatin' cylinder
.38 Smith & Wesson
[Verse 3]
Cha, what's up with these yutes?
These man have got way too big for their boots
25 years been reppin' this ting
Not once have I been slewed, nah!
[Verse 4]
Can't test me one on one now
Everyone is linkin' in groups
Threes, twos, wipin' out crews
It's mad, cha
Last year the world it was struck by a killer virus
Turned everyting upside-down
No more raves on the weekend
No more shoutin' out blap to a gassed up crowd
Man said wear a mask when I leave my yard
Now we're in lockdown
Can't link up with my bredrins no more
Can't have no family 'round
Schools and offices both got closed
COVID-19's doin' the rounds
Everyone panic, it's all gone manic
Why a new strain has now come about
No more holidays, borders shut
Online, everyone lookin' for clout
Me, I'm overly pissed with Sony
Why? 'Cause the PS5 is sold out
Mad! I just use that time perfectin' my style
Kept busy with music
If I ain't got drums in my life
Real talk, believe me, I'll lose it
Warrior chargin', Eksman, I'm ruthless
Mad like a viking, move like Uhtred
COVID pass, vaccine boosted
This government think we're stupid
Lemme make this clear
I'm not a conspiracy theorist
But parties in parliament is all mad
While people bury their dearest
Scaremongering to bring fear
Can't scare me, I'm fearless
Double-timin', rhymin' the clearest
That's Eksman, I'm out
Written by: Kevin Forrester, Nury Blackburn
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