Wiley – Footsie War Dub Lyrics

But that’s alright, because we already know
We know the levels
It’s Eskiboy
Listen, it’s alright
[Verse]
I’m a fully grown king on a fully grown ting
And I’ll box you in your fully grown chin
You fully won’t know
I’ll run up on your set and get wicked on the mic
I body the show, win
How can Sniper try, when he’s got a nose ring
Trying to impress the gyal, that’s a batty boy ting
And I’m not in a no long ting
I’ll run in these house like action in [?]
But, back to Footsie, you’re no one in Newham
We had beef with Ramsey, Taylor, Jackson
Call for the Generals, no body knew ’em
Ask [?], [?], [?], [?], Sparky
On the street, we never knew
That’s why I don’t care
I’m rough, I’ll run through ’em
I’m E3, learnt in Newham
And I couldn’t see Daniel [?]
He didn’t run Newham
Ask Magic, Badness, because we never knew him
Nowadays, I’m on point so let me joint off these lemons
I’ll definitely slew him
Definitely chewing, does he know what he’s doing? Gotta tell Kane as well, what are you doing? The last time I flew in, should’ve checked me out
I came back with a brain, got packed with knowledge
And I’ve captured moments like I keep doing
And now [?] fully wouldn’t know
I’ve been through so much, that I will bring tunes
So, Daniel, listen to yourself
You know you can’t handle
I grab the mic lead, you will get strangled
I’m not a day in a park
If you come against me, you will get dismantled
Daniel, listen to yourself
You know you can’t handle
I grab the mic lead, you will get strangled
I’m not a day in a park
If you come against me, you will get dismantled
I’m so glad I got taught by a dad
You can’t test me on a drum kit, I’m bad
You’re a programmer, and I’ve made so many tunes
Programmer in the game, call me daddy
You couldn’t beat me any day
I can be sad or mad, unhappy or happy
It’s just this thing that I got in my body
That won’t let me lose to this batty boy
I’m not a fassy, strong, I’m too addy
Know his name’s Daniel, I’ll call him Danny for short
Too rapid, and Goodz won’t manage
And D can’t cause me damage
I’m an E3 savage
Jungle or Garage, I’m happy
We can do war like
You’ve been a ghost since Scooby Doo blud
And I’ll be Scrappy
I remember D was riding the Thunderblade
When man had a stolen Kawasaki
Then I got an R6, stepped up quick
I’m a villain in the game, I bang like Schillaci
So far gone, it’s true, you can’t catch me
None of you members can’t hack me
Because I’m too much in the world
People try and attack me
But I don’t have it, I ain’t no faggot
Ghetts on top when I open the lap
You’ve been away, and I’m back
And my flow’s real catchy
On a Yamaha R6, not a Kawasaki
Still a ninja though, show no emotion
I ain’t sad but I sure ain’t happy
I make bad boy tunes on my lappy
Try and [?], can’t manage it or [?]
Studio ting or row ting
Watch, I’m on it, I’m from London
I ain’t from E7
Shut your mouth Gotta tell Dylan as well, what are you doing? Play this song
[Intro]
Yo, this is Eskiboy
You know me, confident with the flow
Roll Deep, Boy Better Know, E3, all day long
Hold tight Roachee
Yeah
Because right now
Man’s voicing opinions across like
Cah the Newham Generals ain’t rebels, you get me? I’m on top of this crew like
What is his crew like? I know what I’m doing
I won’t leave him like Scratch did blud
I’ll leave him in ruins
I gotta ask myself this question for the last time
Foots blud, what are you doing?

Wiley – Eyes Closed Lyrics

You pick your knife, I draw my sword out
End of the night, [?]
And you’ll be all pied up
I’m the reason that E3 likes your Maximum dubplate hype tune
Made young kids wanna bite you
And just because I’m a light yout
Talented artists, I like to explain how I’m the best artist in the world
Don’t believe me? I don’t really think these guys are moving
Skeng to the head while the car’s still moving
Bust two shots to your head, you’ll be more than moving
The doctor was like “What type of cans were they using?”
Now look who’s mosing
You can’t fuck with the strapped up, man are moving
Run up your mouth because your chest is wide
Run man down from the side of the ride
Hit everybody inside of the ride
It’s red all over inside of the ride
Somebody died inside of the ride
That’s why you can’t have too much pride
All those niggas, rolling slide
Can’t try ask for personal guide Pick whose wife up? Play this song
[Intro]
Eskiboy
Wickedest MC alive, shut (your mouth)
Yo
Listen
[Verse 1: Wiley]
My hype ain’t dried up
What do you mean line up? Now we can’t see you
Rude boy climb up
Tell me what makes you think that my time’s up
Not because we don’t work, we’re riders
Please, you can’t overcome my luck
You can’t stop my sales from flying up
The hype them man have, it’s all drying up
I’m on the road all week, got the mix CD
In the back of the cars, I’m supplying the shops
The game’s frying up
Your shoelace’s tying up
Don’t make sense, any one at home, start crying up
Think you’re fly, but nah, but you’re not fly enough
Go to Foot Locker rude boy, you don’t buy enough
You don’t fly in the sky enough
Maybe your girl don’t cry enough
Or is it that you don’t try enough
Come to war, half-hearted, fire up
Ain’t no easy ride
I’ve been around since old soundman used to wire up
If you can’t respect, don’t [?]
Go shopping, it’s the rail I’m buying up
You can’t follow my trail, you ain’t fly enough
Flyboy, flyboy
I’m not a just come yout, type my number in then dial up
Told you already that you wouldn’t get wile up
People don’t listen, instead they wanna smile up
I knew it, look at my sales, they’re all flying up
And I heard one yout trying to say that my time’s up
Fuck that, I take the level of grime up
Crime up, pick who’s wife up? Ask your girl
Won’t push my luck and I won’t get stuck
You’ve had a good day but now your time’s up
[Verse 2: Jammer]
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Because when I tap down, everything gets messy
Might see me smoking on the bare [?]
Don’t eat meat rude boy, man are veggie
When I come around, everybody, they start to get edgy
You man, you ain’t ready
I won’t get my teeth punched up like [?]
Or get down, I’m not D Double E but I make a man [?]
Oah, oah, get back, draw from the mash but
I’m not [?]
Catch a nigga while he’s [?]
And just go
Come, let’s go
Come and take [?] in your metro
And while you check out the strap
Rude boy just let go
What’s all this talk I’m hearing about Movement?

GoldLink – Zulu Screams Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Hey, feelin’ like a brand new me
And the entourage where the latest be
And the sun don’t shine where the gangstas be
And we Russian roulette to a game of three
Pop one, pop two, pop three, pop four
And the sun don’t shine ’round the year no more
And the girls say yeah, ain’t no ‘no’ no more
And we richer than the rich, we ain’t poor no more
[Pre-Chorus: GoldLink]
I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy
I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy
[Chorus: Maleek Berry]
Oh, na, na-na
Keep it on the low, na, na-na
If you know, then you know, na, na-na
‘Cause you can’t catch me no more on the cellular, ayy
No more on the cellular, ayy
[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Yeah, hurt me, baby, put it on me like blam
One leg up, made that booty go wham
Smoke so much you done lost a pound
But I ain’t even trippin’, ass still hittin’
Body on go, IG, go
Snatch their wig, possess their soul
A man on road, squad on go
Your neck on green, my neck on froze
[Pre-Chorus: GoldLink]
I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy
I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy
[Chorus: Maleek Berry]
Oh, na, na-na
Keep it on the low, na, na-na
If you know, then you know, na, na-na
‘Cause you can’t catch me no more on the cellular, ayy
No more on the cellular, ayy
[Post-Chorus: Maleek Berry]
Oh, say yeah-yeah, say yeah-yeah
Oh, we gon’ be lowkey, say yeah-yeah
Oh, if you love me, say yeah-yeah
Oh, lowkey, yeah-yeah
[Bridge: Bibi Bourelly]
[?]
[Outro: Maleek Berry & Bibi Bourelly]
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah-yeah, yeah