Greatest Hits - Skepta

Yeah it’s Joseph

Boy Better know

I want P’s, that’s paper, that’s money

I’m not H-A-P-P-Y

My name’s Skepta, also known as

'Cause if I got P’s I’m happy

These MC’s are happy with a G

But I’m gonna keep making P

Until the government have to put a bullet in my Boy Better Know team

When are these man gonna see

These MC’s ain’t the same as me

I had a Grime hit in 2003

God gave me a body and blessed it

'Cause my fingers made Duppy

Private caller, DTI, top producer

Pulse Eskimo, effin' with the team

My two lips said «You don’t wanna see me on the scene»

Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya mean

But, their fingers and lips are just stinkin' of green

Always lean

Now they wanna hate on Skepta

Because I make the greatest hits

C-list, B-list, A-list hits, so many hits

Manna threatening to hit me in my face

'Cause I get so many hits on MySpace

Plus I’m known in the bits

I’m not any Tom, Dick, Jake in the bits

I’m making the hits

And you can’t even hit your girl’s G-spot

These MCs would love to see me flop

You would never get the respect we’ve got

Got so many hits on the hit list

Forget a guest list

I’ll walk up to the entrance

And tell the bouncer I come with these lot

Ten man strong

Everybody looking like we just been to the Boy Better Know tee shop

I’m hot like a teapot, I’m the best

Now everybody can see that you’re just floating around at the bottom with the

rest

I’m bouncin' around in the top like Jordan’s breasts

I believe in the team so much I got the logo printed on my chest

You’re looking at a star when you’re looking at S

So it’s best you confess that I make the greatest hits

You know what time it is

When our Maximum plays Single, Stupid and Deeper

Three big underground Grime songs hit you in your head out

And if we’re talkin' about Boy Better Know then I draw for Eskimo, Gangsters,

Don’t Get Rude, Eskiboy, Serious and Deadout

I know you heard what JME said out

If you ain’t got a better lyric then get out

You can’t see me I’m too far ahead out

I’m gone like a 180 moped out here

Now the major labels wanna bread out

And if you want a big beat, check me

I’m controlling the beats like Mike Skinner and

I don’t make swag beats, I’m a hit maker

You’re just a fake English heat maker

Them tunes ain’t gonna make no paper

Why you tryna make tandoori, when you’re a baker?

That’s not gonna work

Like fat Charlie tryin' to marry Kat Slater

Don’t make sense and it definitely don’t make pence

Let alone paper

I make the greatest hits

And you won’t hear Skepta talk about freebies no more

'Cause every tune I make, I can make a video for

If you want a big beat, just contact me and be well mannered

Give it to a DJ, watch it get hammered and battered

I’m eating big food, them man want a salad

I produce the big tunes

But they still wanna go and spit on some Sneakbo ballad

I told them to haller at the kid, but they never hallered

All you gotta do is ask

But if I say yes, I might mean no

But if I say no, I don’t mean yes

If you don’t like it get a flight to Budapest

Your crew’s a mess, call it a day

'Cause Little Narstie woulda said that woulda said you’re swaggin' away

I when it comes to producin' I’m like Dr, Dre

Everyime I go on a PC, I make a big hit, it’s like Groundhog day

My tunes are dirty like foreplay

None of you little spitters can say that I don’t make the greatest hits

Skepta, I make the greatest hits

I didn’t even say Take You Out remix

Mixin', Meridian Walk, Pied Piper remix

Boy Better Know

It’s a lot

Skepta

Go on then