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Joseph Junior Adenuga (born 19 September 1982), better known by his stage name Skepta, is an English rapper, MC, songwriter, record producer and recording artist with African roots from Nigeria. Adenuga began rapping while co-founding the independent grime collective Boy Better Know in 2006. His main style of music consists of grime while fused with British hip hop. Skepta released his debut studio album Greatest Hits in late 2007 independently, followed by Microphone Champion in 2009. The album produced the popular top 100 singles "Rolex Sweep" and "Sunglasses at Night". Skepta produced the majority of the album and was also released independently. more »

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(It's fuckin' Redda, fucking Redda)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Rack it it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up
Why won't you leave me alone? (Huh)
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up (Chyeah)
Uh, eat it up, eat it up (Chyeah)

I'm in my zone, what you want?
Please stop callin' my phone, what you want?
Ex-drug dealer but I still got stock
Got X, got lean, got perc, what you want?
Cool lil' baddie can't leave me alone
With my other ting right now, what you want?
Niggas lookin' for smoke 'til they find me
Start actin' lost, what you want? (Hey)

You know I don't take no prisoners (uh)
Come through on that troll ting, come through actin' innocent (dickhead)
Niggas said that they rollin', tables turn, I'm spinnin' it (hey)
And I come through bowling, sexy ting, I'm pinnin' it
If life is a game, then you know us man been winnin' it (woo)
If the four-five ain't got ADHD, then I got the Ritalin 
Skep come through like mob boss, I come through like kingpin
All of my chains on anywhere, they call me sickening (all of my chains)
All of my chains on, hit her from the back, she bust (all of my chains)
Takin' the frame off, paint the picture like Van Gogh
They don't even know my foot on they neck, I'm so hands off
Tryna' put four-hundred cars in a barn, so tanned off 
(So tanned off, yeah-yeah-yeah-chyeah)

I'm in my zone, what you want?
Please stop callin' my phone, what you want?
Ex-drug dealer but I still got stock
Got X, got lean, got perc, what you want?
Cool lil' baddie can't leave me alone
With my other ting right now, what you want?
Niggas lookin' for smoke 'til they find me
Start actin' lost, what you want? (Yeah, yeah, brrt, brrt)

You see the tat's on my neck?
New campaign I'm back on the 'Net (back in a sec')
Oh, they want me to post a story?
I'ma need two-hundred racks and a check (tryna get bank)
Twenty years time, I'ma still be in my prime
And I put that on my set (that on my set)
They wanna be on the blogs, they need the clout
I cannot gas on the 'Net
I'm sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
I'ma look after my daughter
Say you get paid, please, please, please
How you go halves on a quarter? (How?)
I jump on the beat and it's torture (trust)
Shut up and sit in the corner (greaze)
You listen to my music, say you don't like it
Pussy, you really a stalker
I'ma get paid regardless (ice)
F*ck all these niggas, they harmless
Check my shit, I been fuckin' these pussyholes up 
Been catchin' them charges (trust)
I was that young nigga steppin' out with my skeng 
To all the dances (smoke)
Grab my shank when I grab my phone and keys
I ain't takin' no chances, straight greaze

I'm in my zone, what you want?
Please stop callin' my phone, what you want? (What you want?)
Ex-drug dealer but I still got stock
Got X, got lean, got perc, what you want?
Cool lil' baddie can't leave me alone
With my other ting right now, what you want?
Niggas lookin' for smoke 'til they find me
Start actin' lost, what you want? ('Kay) (what you want?)

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