Gingerbread Man - Skepta

You can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man

Rolling with a mic in my left hand

Diss me, you’re a walking dead man

Could have been Bruce Lee, could have been Jackie Chan

I’m Karate Kid, send for the head band

This year I’m not playing with a man

Pause, I’m not staying with a man, I’m gone

I’m not spraying with a man that’s never produced a beat, never had decks

Chatting 'bout I’m not the king of the flex

It’s like them man are so obsessed

Watching me like I’m wearing a pink dress

I’m Bowser, them man are like Princess

Stole my flow, but they won’t confess

Everything cool though blud, no stress

But next time you’re looking at your PRS

Just know

You’re never gonna be like Skepta

Nobody ain’t matching me

You’re never gonna be like Skepta

Nobody ain’t matching me

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Yo, they said I’ve got a basic flow

No, I’ve got an amazing show

Halifax know that I’m making dough

Changing money, Gatwick and Heathrow

Black rims on the white 350

When I drive over the bumps, I’ve gotta go slow

Cause my car’s way too low

Try take mine and the gunshots blow

You said you was ready for the war

When it kicked off, you were standing where the feds were

No fed can make me say «yes sir»

I rep Boy Better Know and I ain’t looking for a transfer

You thought you was on a hype ting?

You ain’t met my little bro killer here

Like my older bro Ky I’m a ninja

Skepta, Boy Better Know entrepreneur

You’re never gonna be like Skepta

Nobody ain’t matching me

You’re never gonna be like Skepta

Nobody ain’t matching me

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So which one of you lot wanna get burned like the bottom of the soup pot

Like Jermaine Neblett I’m too hot

See the arms race, boy over there with the gloves on

He’s rolling with a Bulldog

So keep thinking that my crew’s soft

It’s my house, take your shoes off

when I’m moving, just move off

Rudeboy come out the yard

Skepta, I can’t run out of bars

And if sky’s the limit, I’m heading for the stars

Back to the future, spaceship cars

Now all the family’s eating

I won’t sign another deal so fast

Man are looking for the big boy contract

Them man are happy with five day pass

You’re never gonna be like Skepta

Nobody ain’t matching me

You’re never gonna be like Skepta

Nobody ain’t matching me

Ner ner ner ner ner, ner ner ner ner ner

Ner ner ner ner ner, ner ner ner ner ner

You’re never gonna be like Skepta

Nobody ain’t matching me

You’re never gonna be like Skepta

Nobody ain’t matching me

Ner ner ner ner ner, ner ner ner ner ner

Ner ner ner ner ner, ner ner ner ner ner