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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skepta
Skepta
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Skepta
Skepta
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skepta
Skepta
Producer
Dominic Ganderton
Dominic Ganderton
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Come on, babe
They're clowning your accent
But you know we love that shit
Innit?
You get me?
Sutm dead
The main event
Big Smoke
The moment you've all been waiting for
Nobody's safe, yeah
[Verse 1]
Old man Ebro askin' me stupid questions
Tryna use me to get clicks
I said what I said
Now I'm reapin' the benefits
This ain't beef, that's expensive
You know I ain't tryna lose pounds, I ain't on the Ozempic
Come uptown, white wine, hummus and breadsticks
GOAT level, might say somethin' offensive
Still, I ain't tryna ruin the friendship
But, just like Ryu and Ken
In this game, might have to go to war with your best friend
If he ain't in the hood, catch a boy in the West End
Said that you're a block boy, throw up your set then
Tottenham, North London, we set trends
Pull up on me, I'm in your city with Fred Again...
We just sold out The Paramount
And you know we got paid a mad amount
The place I hang about's a real dark place
You're ignorant, that's why you lack taste
You're mumblin'
Your voice, it lacks bass
Time to wipe the smile off ak's face
Time to say "Chat, W Skepta"
Go against me, it ends in bad ways
Keep it rap, don't wanna catch a case
You boys love to snitch, I ain't in the rat race
[Chorus]
Oh so underrated (How?)
Underestimated (Ha!)
I need Flex to play this (Yeah)
Need Semtex to play this (Boom, boom, boom)
New shoes, tryna step on faces (Greaze)
Yeah, we bought extra laces (Trust)
Rudeboy, what's the latest?
Got the UK, US debatin' (Oi!)
[Verse 2]
Joyner Lucas, you bastard
Why you rap like you studied at Harvard?
Catch him outside, and move to him, heartless
Cuts, bruises and plasters
If I see him on tour in London, I jump on stage and move to his dancers
Who said that I'ma lose? I need answers
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes, I'm the hardest
I train with the animals, you really don't want this
On my Jack Jones, I don't need an accomplice
I spit hollow tips, time I pop shit
Put a stop to that "man's not hot" shit
Forget all this studio rap
Come Victory Lap and I'll show you what a don is
Praise the Lord
You want beats, then I've got this
You haven't had a hit song for the longest
Too concerned with your clothes
Should be focusin' on flows
Where I'm from, I'm a GOAT
Where you're from, you're a joke
SK turn you to a ghost, yo
Talkin' like you're lyrical miracle, oh please!
Where I come from, that's a default speed
You never been to a clash with the machine
Gary, tell me what you know about greaze
You think you're doin' me like them other emcees?
How, Sway? You ain't got the answers for these
In this war ting, I got a Master's degree
The facade fallin' apart and they're startin' to see
All eyes on me, I got the juice, I'm with the gang
Supermodels hit 'em up
It's poetic justice
You laugh at my accent when I rap
But your wife fell in love with a English–
[Chorus]
Oh so underrated (How?)
Underestimated (Ha!)
I need Flex to play this (Yeah)
Need Semtex to play this (Boom, boom, boom)
New shoes, tryna step on faces (Greaze)
Yeah, we bought extra laces (Trust)
Rudeboy, what's the latest?
Got the UK, US debatin' (Icy)
[Chorus]
Oh so underrated (How?)
Underestimated (Ha!)
I need Flex to play this (Yeah)
Need Semtex to play this (Boom, boom, boom)
New shoes, tryna step on faces (Greaze)
Yeah, we bought extra laces (Trust)
Rudeboy, what's the latest?
Got the UK, US debatin' (Icy)
Written by: Skepta
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