Fire Hydrant

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah! It's Eski Boy Creeper Volume 2 right now Hold tight Riko, Danny Weed, Target, Breeze, hold tight Wiz, hold tight C-side Alright then Let's do this, Creeper Volume 2 right now You know we do this Confident with the flow It's Eski Boy, Creeper Volume 2 Straight at it, back again Yeah! Hold tight Flowdan Alright then! London, stand up tall - it's for you! [Verse 1 - Wiley] I'm not one of them boys from the past who hasn't got the answer I've got the answer Dance round pricks with a flow like a dancer Gangsters, what, in your crew? There's no chance I won't take yes for the answer When shots fly you'll be jumping like an Irish dancer My name's Skeemo I'm so class-A like Nino Trouble maker like Beano He sold records straight from the car boot You don't wanna hear this, get in the car boot Get away, next time better be prepared to shoot because people will shoot My job is taking loot Flip it once or twice and make way for the youth Because the youth don't pet they've got tings in boots Life ain't Roses and flutes, it's far from Make sure I live good until I pass on What I make, I will pass on I can see through you, even if you had a mask on I was first, guess I'll be the last don Living like a legend I'm begging 'em, stop testing him He will wipe you off the earth, 'cause God's blessing him Daily, Weekly, Monthly and Yearly, I'm in the sky you're not near me Your life's sweet like little house on the prairie Grew up in squats and flats Avoid cops and rats I've got blocks and traps You might slip, I've got a skippy flow just like Skip Hear me skipping on the beat I won't have a bar from no one I come around and smash up your Shogun Yeah, I'm a low one Straight from the hood I know a real G if I see one You just wanna be one [Verse 2 - Riko Dan] Roll Deep entourage, moving deeper Creeper, put a soundboy in a sleeper Wiley's got my back, MC defeater Everyting Roll Deep, this side's sweeter And you're shit, and you're shit Just put down the mic and forfeit You're a prick, you're not on the war tip Got blicks, buss em off, I don't bore pricks Oi Target, give me some more hits I want a choong ride, choong house, more bits More cash, more rollies, more paper And Riko's back on my feet with the flavour I'll just trim off your head like shaver Mind your mout' and watch your behaviour Don't act bad 'cause you went to Jamaica I'll still bang you up, you're a prick, you're a faker Wasteman, you can't waste man Chat big, can't chat inna my face man Roll Deep crew, we run the place man If it's arms, that's what's inna my waist, man Wasteman, you can't waste man Chat big, can't chat inna my face man Roll Deep crew, we run the place man If it's arms, that's what's inna my waist, man What's that, what's that? Boom, boom, boom!