You’re Not A Bad Boy

Right now we're on the streets

Hold tight Angry, hold tight Ramboss

Hold tight Azzy, hold tight Jammer

Hold tight Jme, Wiley, the whole family tree

Bang out






It's a well known fact that I've got sick flows

When I come around, everybody knows

Index finger under my nose, when I MC my eyes automatically close

And I wear clean clothes

If I see a camera, do a little pose

Flows, I must be the master of those

So my lyricbook never gets seen like toes

Every two weeks, my hair gets knotty

Might see me in the barbers in Totty

It's Skepta the African hottie

They don't wanna see me switch and turn back into Scotty

With the scores and the shotty

Bullets start singing just like Pavarotti

I love Ja but I ain't Irv Gotti

Yeah I love Ja but I ain't Irv Gotti






You're not a bad boy in your ends

I keep on telling them over and over again

If I draw for the new skeng

I'll make the top shotter in your ends look like a speng

You're not a bad boy in your ends

I keep on telling them over and over again

If I draw for the new skeng

I'll make the top shotter in your ends look like a speng






I've got big tunes, got big bars

Got better bars than your favourite stars

I heard man saying "Go on then" in cars

You little eediat I got bars

Make Nigerians proud of their tribal scars

My bars make you push up your chest like bras

Your bars could never test my bars

New bars, war bars or your old bars

Listen and learn, I predicted I would be a big MC by end of school term

I'm a big bird, you're just a worm

You don't wanna receive third degree burns

When I buss gun everybody spread like germ

Bullets will burn your forehead like a perm

Fuck jailhouse I don't wanna go there

I got a big boy solicitor, case is adjourned






You're not a bad boy in your ends

I keep on telling them over and over again

If I draw for the new skeng

I'll make the top shotter in your ends look like a speng

You're not a bad boy in your ends

I keep on telling them over and over again

If I draw for the new skeng

I'll make the top shotter in your ends look like a speng






Don't talk to me about karate

I will come to your birthday party

Shank anyone I see taking Charlie

Onto the beef like a soldier from the Iraqi, I'm with the Roll Deep army

My name's Skepta, but when I see them pub guys they try call me Darkie

But I fight for my right like Marcus Garvey

Because I wanna make P's like Diddy

So don't come around acting silly

Cause when you see me drawing for the 9 milli

I'll make a man say "Ohhh my diddy!"

You'll get smoked like Philly

Think that you're big but you're just a likkle willy

I load magazines like Chantelle Fiddy

Yeaahhh, ohh my diddy






You're not a bad boy in your ends

I keep on telling them over and over again

If I draw for the new skeng

I'll make the top shotter in your ends look like a speng

You're not a bad boy in your ends

I keep on telling them over and over again

If I draw for the new skeng

I'll make the top shotter in your ends look like a speng