U Ain’t Real

Lyrics

[Intro: Wiley] Eskiboy Roll Deep You know some people think they're real innit Think I ain't real though innit (What you think I ain't real innit?) You ain't real like me Eskiboy (Boy, boy) You ain't real like me (I know the deal) You ain't real (You're not real, I know the deal) When I see you and your crew watch anyway (You're not real, I know the deal) What you think you got me [?] yeah, alright (You're not real, I know the deal, you're not real, I know the deal) Wait til I see you in the dark bro trust me (You're not real, I know the deal) Wait til I see you (You're not real, I know the deal) [Verse 1: Wiley] I can be a Peter or B-L-E-M Shirt and jeans, [?] I spit so much I might get a sour throat In that case I'll sip L-E-M I been around since Randall and Kelly Kem I'm a badboy for you, and a badboy for dem Now tell me I'm here on the roads You can see me flowing around in the top 10 If you ask anybody who the top 10 MC's are They're gonna mention Wiley again I got the cheapest pen London's under attack You might see me on the news at 10 And this *** wants to test me again Like I won't rally back and start blasting again Who's the one you're asking again I told you last week don't ask me again [Chorus 1: Wiley] You ain't real like me (I know the deal) What you mean I ain't on the roads, ain't on the roads (You're not real, I know the deal) It's Eskiboy right now you can see me floating around [?] (You're not real, I know the deal, you're not real, I know the deal) You ain't real like me (I know the deal) Donut (You're not real, I know the deal) You're a fruitcake blud (You're not real, I know the deal) I swear I see a single 49, waste (You're not real, I know the deal) [Verse 2: Wiley] I been a way but I'm back And my flows all cash On a Yamaha R6 not a Kawasaki I'm just a ninja though I show no emotion I'm not sad but I sure ain't happy I make bad boy tunes on my lappy My Triton Rack and my digital Maccy Studio ting or road ting Watch I'm on it I'm from London not from Palace So you wanna play the bally Can't see I'm a street kid I'm shabby, my way you can't carry It's one ting saying you're a badboy It's a next ting saying you're a fisher like Larry I know G's from Brum and Manny Smoke the chun weed like Danny Your crew ain't aggy I'm a son with a righteous daddy I'll still leave your t-shit tatty [Chorus 2: Syer B, Wiley] Syer You ain't real like me (I know the deal) On the side (You're not real, I know the deal) Sy...Syer (You're not real, I know the deal) On the side, eat screw (You're not real, I know the deal) Nah you ain't real like me (I know the deal) You ain't real like me (You're not real, I know the deal) You ain't real like me (You're not real, I know the deal) You ain't real like me (You're not real, I know the deal) Yo [Verse 3: Syer B] You ain't real like, spitting with skill like Don't think that I'm just raw on the mic Don't think that I'm just here for the hype What you think that I don't creep 'round for the night? I remember a time Outside of Stratford Rex one night with four guys Tried taking man's watch, taking man's ride Thought I was a *** on the sly Tried telling me to drive to the side Stop the car, hand him the keys to the ride Little mug must've thought I'd be shook 'cause his mate was sitting in the passenger side I put the keys in, got out, smashed his mate in the side of the face with a lead pipe Grab the handbreak, make the car slide (car slide) I know he was a *** 'cause he cried [Chorus 3: Brazen, Wiley] You ain't real like me (I know the deal) I showed you boys, Brazen (You're not real, I know the deal) You're not real, I know the deal (Yeah, nah) You're not real like me, nah (You're not real, I know the deal) Nah, you're not real like Michael boy (I know the deal) Yeah I show you boys (You're not real, I know the deal) Yeah, I show you boys (You're not real, I know the deal) I'm out now, yo (You're not real, I know the deal) [Verse 4: Brazen] Guess who's back again I want the cash in both hands ***, I ain't going back again I'll let the mandem deal with the trafficking I can't get catch again but I can't pack it in Everybody wants to know what's happening But nobody wants to know, what's waggering me I want half a key And less than one-sevens, or I double my P's I'm stretching up police he's checking up on me, regularly The tag on my legs giving me grief I can't even sleep in my E-N-D-S This why when I start some beef Punch me I'm street crashing [?] Push me too far and it'll get ugly Push me too far, and I'll start punching I'm pumping with blood, I'm dumping on drugs *** I got bars, you can't touch me I'm a [?] man not on bubbly You wanna mug me, never I'm clever I'm ready for the heat I've never been better I'm getting new gloves [?] the Berreta You're a feather I will penetrate your 80 and [?] mate If you wanna know your fate Touch me bare time and place [Outro: Wiley] You ain't real like me (I know the deal) You ain't real like me (You're not real, I know the deal) Wasteman, tryna [?] bun on the stage (You're not real, I know the deal, you're not real, I know the deal, I know the deal) Man locked you on the floor still (You're not real, I know the deal) Hold tight Vase (You're not real, I know the deal) 'Member, man wants to kick you off the bike innit man has to bail out (You're not real, I know the deal) Bail out innit Eskiboy You ain't real like me Nah