Over the Top - Skepta

All my old school teachers wanna beg friend with Joseph

I get dough, bread, Hovis

Me and my paper stick together

Like Sticha and Otis

Girl Better Know, Boy Better Know this

Bought an R6, got chased by the boy dem and got shift

Then I got a fine and 6 month driving ban so I sold it

I’m on the Tottenham team like Lennon

Meridian Walk, N-1−7

Your mandem turned bad in '07

Wait, can you smell that?

What’s that, cheese or lemon?

Wrap that up like a Christmas present

Pablo, pass me the ting

I’ll shoot from anywhere like David Beckham

You must be smoking the rocks

I’ll open you up

When I’m holding the Glock

I’ll take it over the top

You must be smoking the rocks

I’ll open you up

When I’m holding the Glock

I’ll take it over the top

I make paper

Diss me, I’ll put your face in the paper

Ask Skeps, ask Hater

They’ll tell you «Bossman, he’s a baider»

I carry more weight than a waiter

In my hooded Stone Island blazer

Don’t tell me about skeng

'Cause on my gun, I carry laser

I’m hard when I spray

These man couldn’t live half what I say

If I showed you what the skeng done to his head

The judge would’ve gave me life that day

Can’t stop now, it’s too late

I’m infamous, face is bait

Hold tight Junior, shout out Drake

One gunshot, Meridian estate

You must be smoking the rocks

I’ll open you up

When I’m holding the Glock

I’ll take it over the top

You must be smoking the rocks

I’ll open you up

When I’m holding the Glock

I’ll take it over the top

Back to the jungle, back to my roots

Tell Pablo strap up the zoots

Call up the soldiers, bring out the troops

Just like Stryder, tings in boots

Man all a handstand, jump through hoops

I don’t wanna hear about abandon group

18 shots that will take off roots

Hold tight the olders, big up the youts

Can’t ask me why I look vexed

It’s not Wretch, it’s not Ghetts

It’s not Jay-Z or DMX

Spray up the place and ask who’s next

Send for your armour, put on your vest

That don’t matter, I will step in your chest

18 shots leave a man in a mess

H corporation, you know the rest

You must be smoking the rocks

I’ll open you up

When I’m holding the Glock

I’ll take it over the top

You must be smoking the rocks

I’ll open you up

When I’m holding the Glock

I’ll take it over the top

You must be smoking the rocks

I’ll open you up

When I’m holding the Glock

I’ll take it over the top

You must be smoking the rocks

I’ll open you up

When I’m holding the Glock

I’ll take it over the top