Nothing Less

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[Intro] Yo it's Eskiboy Still here doing this ting Tunnel Vision Volume 1 You know who I am Confident with the flow Nothing less Yo [Verse] I'm peaking, hear the streets speaking It's so hard to stop music from leaking I'm giving up, I've got life to live out Wisdom to give out, beats that keep beating I wanna switch when they say that I'm cheating And you, you're jealous, just 'cause I'm peaking Been around the track and back, 10 times weekly And you're back there, I know the feeling But I'm consistent, like Trim, water resistant Persistently kicking doors down If I come across gun war then I'm licking out four rounds And I've got more round You can tell I'm getting peaky No form of soundboy could, ever delete me You'll never defeat me Not a bredda in E3 Got cheddar for E3, kids There ain't a thing that you can teach me I'll rain on The Movement I've made an improvement I came from the drain like a broken hoover Schooled enough students Heavy up in the game, it's been proven I make street moves I abuse fake crews I make big beats like "I Will Not Lose" 'Cause, I will not lose I reply if I lose, black night tracksuit Showerman mood, let me shower swag crews Make power man moves Spend an hour in my room Then I come back swinging in my showerman shoes Been around since DJ Brockie on the one's and two's Can't test, wanna replace my views Everybody in the hood has, different views I'm different too I focus ready, then I aim at your crew I'm here spraying but the weight that I carry is too heavy for your crew Oi Mercston I know you're my little bro Right now I'm 'bout to bury your crew I put, grands on my talent, I'm ready for the new kids 5 or 4, or 3 or 2 kids I raise the level in my next two vids I want new chicks, watch me I move quick Stop me, can't do it Me, I've got new tricks Are they taking chicks if I'm making six in one night? Then it's straight to the bits I'm an ace in the bits Me, I don't flex like waste in the bits I ain't just far but I'm straight from the bits Fire flames on your bits Blud, you ain't no John Wayne in the bits It's not like I've been through pain in the bits But I know how to use my brain in the bits I might make a Jobseekers claim in the bits I clicked all the arcade games in the bits Rocked a cross and an ice chain in the bits I had, different watches and all kinds of choongers All kind of sloshers, wifey start clocking I'm a low dan, dirty, shame in the bits Now we've got to find Mary Jane in the bits And this time 'round, I'll do it right Trust me, it won't ever be the same in the bits Gotta concentrate on music So this soundboy, don't think that he's better than me We can battle with, no referee 'Cause we ain't the same pedigree Bury me, heavy for me You ready for me? I must've slipped for you to think, you can beat me as an MC Or a artist, 8 bars, 16, 24, 32 Oi this is mean Do I have to begin to explain the difference between our levels? This boy heavy, yet I disagree And whether you believe me or not blud, I need three So, forget grime in E3 'Cause me and God's Gift we crime in E3 We ride for E3 We'll die for E3 You're just a newcomer Don't try and slime in E3 Come out your house in the morning and look at the peach block It's me, I provide for E3 I cried for E3 I nearly died for E3 And you just lie for E3 When it comes to the game, I fight for E3 You wanna come and hide beside me? The night bewaits me, I'm liked in every genre Leftfield, Hip-Hop, even Breakbeat And just when I thought life couldn't get any worse It got better, now I'm on point just like a full stop Me I'm doneing any war with a full stop You're now again running around like your crews hot Gotta take time out, fuck that Now I've gotta power up, shower up Worldwide, full stop Anywhere I'm going, I'm rolling with God, full stop I don't wanna be on the road, it's not that I want dough, get a deal, move on to a new spot Who's still heavy? I'm peaking on you lot One thing that separates me from you lot Power in the game Your one year to me is like me doing an hour in the game And my crew ain't stopped being top of the plot We're the best in the game, it's bait, full stop It's real talent, no faking, full stop
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- Wiley