100Months_

Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once If you wanna come and take man for a dunce I've been on the grind for a hundred months And I ain't stopped doing music, not once Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once If you wanna come and take man for a dunce I've been on the grind for a hundred months And I ain't stopped doing music, not once See the bars I write, they're like scriptures I'm famous and everybody takes pictures I had faith since decks and mixers And you're a non-believer, so I can't see you in the distance Picture the game as a whole It's healthy, like the Boy Better Know tee business J's my witness, I'm a musician, ask Skepta Three of us talk, then we make a decision You know me, I got good vision, rudeboy, listen Don't fuck about, there'll be a rude boy missing When the goons start fishing I'm a LON kid, I got the hood snakes hissing Me, the shotta that you couldn't really see Made the dream come true after years of wishing After years of dissing, after years of swinging I still do the crime and walk, no Because everything seems cloudy I've never been robbed in the game 'cause I'm rowdy Carry on, I will take a hammer to your Audi I'm like a soldier from Saudi You're not bad 'round me Want a CD, try and howl me It's next week, and you still ain't found me The phone starts ringing when I drive through boundary And where's Lethal? He ain't in boundary 27, big achiever, E2 weaver, had the first Sega Blud, I emerged out of jungle fever Volume One Creeper, Roman street sweeper Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy I get gash by the metre Wilehouse senior, lemons will lean ya E3 teacher, LON preacher UK speaker, Trinidad bloodline St Paul's soldier Northumberland Park, next-door neighbour Eskimo raver, L-stone visitor, Meridian resident See me in Manny with President Shout all my south soldiers Don't fear olders, never had youngers Age ain't nothing but numbers 'Cause the 17-year-olds roll with the pumpers But I'ma 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 parting and a border Selby Centre explorer, private caller ignorer Go on then I'm an Eskidance keeper, get the weed cheaper Quantum leaper, the Tottenham high streeter Eskibeat beater, A-star reader Four times community service breacher Back to court, facing jail, the case beater Robbery, burglary, dad got nicked 'cause of me The police thought I was a phone shop dealer Back in the day, I was a wheeler and dealer Fly to west where the sky is blue and the grass is greener Paul Smith jeans suit, Air Max typhoon, Choong gash greeter Yeah, I know Jenny, but I don't know Rita Plus my Mum's family come from Antigua You come from West, but you don't know younger or older Beaver I was in carnival 12 years back with the east and west side leaders Man are badman, man are breeders Yo (ah)