Crossfire Snippet

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[Intro] Yep, yep, yep It's Eskiboy (It's Eskiboy) Crossfire Volume 1, nothing long There's not a thing right now Big up all the Roll Deep family (Brap) I wanna big up the West London massive (Brap, brap), North London massive (Brap), South London massive (E-yeah), East London massive You know them way there? (You know them way there) Alright, listen Eskiboy (Eski) It's Eskiboy (Eski) Alright then Eskiboy (Eski) Boy, boy, boy (Eski, Eski, Eski) It's Eskiboy Yeah You know me [Verse] Let me teach him a lesson I'll swing with the playground bully any day And I will never stop repping Hello, you know me I've got the crep in I'm safe, I'll battle with anyone who's testing Friend or foe, step in the ring, I will win I'ma best it from above, is there anyone ready? Because I've been checking And you seem to want my title but it's hard to get it And we can spit together, I'm not petting And you couldn't beat me if you change your settings Don't think that I'll ever be the one fretting I'm a bad boy, big up from me, you're not getting Don't worry every three months I'll be checking Also I gotta get a six figure cheque in I'll draw your wifey while she's at the check in It couldn't be Wiley, you're testing Blud, I don't need impressing Impressing me is a mission If it's dissing, I'm winning You're on, and keep wishing I've written so many lyrics for years I've been bitten When I remix bars be happy that I listen Don't get jealous in-dier Start spitting with badman Nobody cares who you are Don't be glad for me Be sad, because I'll have your game And you'll be pressured that you never had I'm one of the pioneers of my scene Pussy holes can't stop me and my scene Not Radio One, or Choice or Kiss or 1Xtra can chat shit in my scene Wiley won't turn up Wiley don't turn up I'll burn energy everyday in my scene So what? I don't kiss arse at 1Xtra They wanna act like I don't rep for the scene I'm so powerful, the scene reps me And I'll be damned if I let you get big off my team Five years back you didn't like this scene But it's worth money now so you're breading this scene See what I mean? I help everyone but they don't wanna help me Fuck Westwood too, because he ain't done shit in my scene He thinks "Pow" is the start of my scene Oi, differently, what's all the big talking? Because of this war, you got yourself caught in I'm not Z from City of God But you see me in the ends with Jesus walking War is a minor, soldiers do war and Fight for a cause, I rise like a machine and Follow my dream then when I make P's and I here to take stripes off G's then You've been slewing Wiley since you land road What for? To be honest, blud, I don't know Because I never ever heard of Ghetto In all my time on road, I'm on a ship, from Kane flow Couldn't be a banger and until you got a reload Now you think that you're hot on the roads And I don't care if I got bored on the road I'm always outnumbered, lord on the roads I can swear revenge, I'm angry for nothing Kano's a star, and your trio stop bluffing Can't make a move til he makes a move You ask Switcher for help, but he's not rushing Demon wants help too, Richard's got a tree All three of you the same but Who is the special one? Kane Yeah, it's a pain in the neck But the pace is already been set, no I don't forget from day I was here to collect cheques So keep saying my name, keep me in check And you weren't a gangster The last time I checked, the last set we done You was lucky, you didn't my full clip of lyrics I've allowed you on the set But now, I'm Rowdy, I would out you on set It's not about me blud, it's about you on the set What are you gonna do? I proved that I'm a vet It's bait I know what I'm doing when I'm here Blud, I can't stop you from brewing when I'm here You don't bring two in, and you will stop slewing And before me, I'm trained for the war when I'm here Who cares? You care I don't care when I'm here Squabbling, I've already been there, now I'm here When I'm here, war is declared I will be prepared I'm grizzly like bear Plus, I got more than the palace pavilion But I'm still a bad boy, from the Caribbean You think you're straight up brilliant? I will come through, I will show who I really am You can never kick ball like a Brazilian I'm a top boy, never going down hilly and William, William, William, William Five years, gonna love past half a million [Sham] you're the one who got smacked in a grilly and Might know my name, that's William We know you ain't got skilly and Ain't gonna make a million Flying, headbutt and still-ion I remain calm, I'm still standing, William It gets bare man, I'ma dance, still living Watch this year, I'm down two million It's gonna be 3-2 when I'm finishing You know Revenge is sweet and Spider will never see zillions, let alone billions Spent a few years in my life in Chatham near Gillingham Back to London, I'm killing them Lethal's got a 4-5 stillion Man run up in his yard, mumzy chilling him Pow, it's all getting silly and What's my name? Oh that's William I'm worth a billion Yeah I'm a tower block boy I hit power shots, boy And pow, I don't bread Fire boys Wiley's a power boy Take out crews by the hour Life ain't sweet, it's sour And if you ain't hear, I ain't Lethal the Bizzle I'm not looking for power I'm looking for the shower, boy Who's Fire Camp? I know More Fire Seven eleven and still no pow, boy Say pow, I can see badman Yeah, I've been flowing like a river since hangman Ozzie B waste guy, lyrics they are waste pants Tell 2Face, Willy's got skanks and When I see gash in the way, he might skank And exchange their numbers on the dance floors I like big tits and bumpers 2Face, your mum, she's looking for a toy boy I'm want her crumpets You ready for the rumpus? Skirts and shirts and jumpers Go fly and when I'm on campus Them soundboys, they're pampers They're pranksters Silly Willy is still million Lethal's a wankster Watch if he test me You will get the shock of your life when I turn around and shank ya You don't know me Back in the day I went college in the day with Gus, [Mark Francis?] and [Shankar]
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- Wiley