🎵 Listen Up // by Skepta

18 ContributorsListen Up Lyrics [Verse 1] Listen up, listen up Yeah I'm a Welbourne warrior, St Paul's soldier Northumberland park, next door neighbour Eskimo raver, L-stone visitor, Meridian resident See me in Manny with President Showaman or south soldiers Don't fear olders, I never had youngers Age ain't nothin' but numbers My seventeen year olds roll with pumpers I'mma temple tourer, champagne pourer Winchmore warrior, Class A courier Grime scene ambassador, Duppy maker Four four saviour, Ally Pally jungle raver Entry ticket and a borer Fresh hair cut, with a side partin' and a border Selby Centre explorer Private caller ignorer Go on then [Verse 2] Everybody knows Skepta, I'm about I should change my name to Beadle In a dance I get evil I get so many reloads, somebody better bring another needle I'm Dizzee Rascal, Kano, Wiley and Lethal, the sequel I'm back to business, playtime's over I've gotta stand up tall, represent my home sweet home for my UK people Listen up closely, pay attention (I repeat), pay attention I blaze any one of these guys just give me one mic, one blue Rizla and a Benson I'm not an easy clash, ask tiomi yie wun sen den sung I flow darker than my skin complexion Now I get big man money like I was claiming a pension But you're one of them boys from the past who gets asked a question, hasn't got the answer Now you're looking in all different directions Asking your mates for suggestions Little did you know, nobody knows the answer So now you're asking the host of the show to pass the question You better than me, that's taking the piss like a two and a half hour detention Go on then [Verse 3] I call my album Greatest Hits 'Cuz all my old music is better than your latest shit Yeah he's alright, but I like the basic shit I don't like too many words in a sentence in unreal Two weeks on remand, I don't talk like I done a life sentence Nothing to prove I shot food on the baitest strip Long body Mondeo's, bright red XR2's, bagging up in the baitest whips Now I make the best Grime music Some man run up in the booth and lose it Start spittin' like Dipset, D-Block and G-Unit Kano brought a new flow to the game Now I look around, ten million emcees in the Grime scene wanna use it It's my job to make 'em look stupid I bury emcees on pirate radio Spit a big boy sixteen bar Hot like tar Hotter than Trinidad and Tobago And man know what I'm like on a stage show Four best crews in the game, I'm doin' it again Them kinda lyrics send man up to the sky with two wings and a halo None of these emcees want war with Skepta