Lyrics:
Yeah yeah I'm just landing right now
I'm I'm on the helipad
You can come out
Yeah so so shawty where you wanna go
London Africa
Wherever we go we
Still do it like Whoosh did, ride for your homies in the box (ha)
Bishead lay off that chalice, run down, then baked in Palace
And, I don't care what
made of red clay
Looking above
By climbing he realized
He could not scape
Looking around
He found a passage
Dug down in the wall
It was so tight, so
landing, and crash into a cellar
Bodies in the Buddha cloud, misty in the tune
Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon
With Pete Rock,
write more, that's what I'm here for
Give it to you lot for free free free
I'm an angel, I cut the devil in half
I cut him down to 3 3 3
My names Skepta
long in a gunfight
Manna get shit up
Yeah, heads get pricked off
If I know where you live
Doors get kicked off
Then plenty of shots get licked off
Bill
surrounded by men
In their own parish church for the very first time
Accused of witchcraft, casting demonic spells
They placed their necks and their lives
the cybernetic cascade
Blade Runner walks, with shadows by his side,
In the neon city, where illusions hide
Verse 3
Through the smog and haze, he tracks his prey,
the sea
A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes
And love in her heart for me
I work in a London bank, respectable position
From nine to three they
I didn't leave alone
Somebody lying under every stone
Everything that a man could need
In a bag down by my knee
That looks good, this ain't got
that I didn't leave alone
Somebody lying under every stone
Everything that a man could need
In a bag down by my knee
That looks good, this ain't got
That's okay
Pushin' that koolaid Chevrolet through the
Streets to the tray
Where Mark grandmomma live
All in Thomasville
Pittsburgh, Jonesboro, South
in hand, 'cause man
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug
Hook
Vacations in Paris, make love and live lavish
Italian villas and the dinners is magic
The richest of fabrics, you want it, have it
London
call me again
When you see me shutting down mic
Blinded by the lights, dry your eyes
When the boat capsize three or four times
Not even Captain Jack
Among the cargo she laden down
And at London's Lloyd's
They insured those boys
Valued at fifteen thousand pounds
They steamed away
For Vahsel Bay
For
1998,
We need authorization to land.
Major, major? Landing co-ordinations.
We are now ten seconds from touchdown.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Thirty-three years go by
And not once do you come home
To find a man sitting in your bedroom
That is
A man you don't know
Who came a long way
Eve in London
Old friends we seldom see ‘cause, they live across the see from
Three Yanks on holiday in London
Biscuits, tea and fiddlers playin’ reels
door
Wars an economy oil power mineral wealth
Taking over the world by any means necessary
machiavellian stealth
In the name of freedom and liberty
nalet
She fucks with the opps, nuk falet
Leni hallet, I du paret
Boot down doors edhe midis Tiranet
They want me on the wing like Mahrez
But I'm
halt
I'm tormented by that whore
Who waits at court in London
For word of my demise
Her agents hunt me everywhere
But I will not be taken
By any of her
and he went inside someone's house in Soho who left the door unlocked and did a poo in the hallway.
The other poo story is this guy he sold cocaine too
Everything's live, everything's live
Fucking hell fam, everything's live
Behind the tints, in my seat, live
Step out, see me on street, live
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