In a Corner - Skepta

Microphone check, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Keep dancing til' the party’s done

I ain’t come here to hurt anyone

I don’t wanna hear no talk about gun

The only thing I wanna pop is champagne

Until my face is feelin' numb

See two mandem, wagwan dun

Check out the buff ting with a big bum

Me and the madem we look dapped

Black, hood, jeans and caps

I ain’t come hear to link no chaps

I don’t wanna hear no talk about straps

The only thing I wanna pop is champagne

Until I collapse

I got drink yeah, man I got food

Come check me for the rap

I heard you were looking for me

You don’t need glasses, if you’re looking for me

You don’t need binoculars, if you’re looking for me

You don’t need to look far, if you’re looking for me

I’m standing

In a corner

In a, in a corner

Some man are hard

And go on like them are danger

In a corner

In a, in a corner

Some man are hard

And go on like them are gangster

Yes, yes, yes Trigga

Very, very, terror

I ain’t come here to link no phone

I don’t wanna hear no talk about chrome

Only thing I wanna pop is champagne

Until it’s time to go home

I’m lean and I’m in my own zone

Skankin', bubbling like foam

Bouncin', like Snoop Dogg’s car

Dancin', oh shit rah

Couple more mandem, wagwan dun

I don’t wanna hear no talk about mash

Only thing I wanna pop is champagne

Until I run out of cash

«Yo, Sam, lend me a G»

You dunno the MySpace, forward slash

Well if you know Trigga, then you’ll know Skepta

I’m the newest shadow deamon, coalition soldier

NASA, NASA, NASA, rocket launcher

I’m double dark, triple heavy like

(Them gyal say we face, balaclava

Them gyal say we face, balaclava

A four and a nine, just a

Say what they call me?

Blood)

{Dirty astronaut fly rocket super

Big money sound, sterling, paper

Gold teeth and gargan like Mr Ninja

No skin when we’re in a corner

NASA, NASA

Yes}

A likkle darker

It’s a likkle heavier