Shape Shifting - Skepta

Yeah, I wouldn’t say I had a rough, rough, rough life yeah

But I’ve had some bad times

My son’s in this music ting

always going through pure madness

But you know I’m happy to be Jme and Junior’s dad

I could have been one of these waste MCs dads

Don’t make me no money

Deadout

My name’s Joseph A-D-E-N-U-G-A

I love grime but I don’t usually spray

I’ve got four kids and all of their names begin with a J

You know them, wait, what else can I say?

Flow tunes, you know I rep Boy Better Know all day

You will see me in a green Mercedes A-Class, blazing a zoot, smiling away

But from time to time, I look up to Allah and pray

That DJ Maximum, Wiley, Jamie and Junior will be okay

You can never die before my hair turns grey

Boy better know the roads ain’t nice

So many gunshots, too many knives

But I heard a couple man dissing my wife so God please forgive me if I take an

MCs life

Joseph

These MCs are saying a lot

Violating, talking about people’s mums

But you know what, I knew Jme and Junior was going to get into this music thing,

I’m a big DJ

Printing houses, records, everywhere, I’m on Radio 1, yeah!

Yeah, my name’s Tim West-W-double O-D

I’m a big dawg, these other DJs started in 2-double O-3

I’m on Radio 1, not Rinse 1-double O-3

Kiss my F-double O-T anybody tries to shut down my shop

Hating Westwood, cause I’ve got a new Jay Z drops, 50 Cent drops

Busta Rhymes drops, so many drops, I dunno what tune to drop

Drop a Boy Better Know song, then drop a bomb, bang your doors

Real goons in the HMV locked on

Haters wanna shoot me and lick me down

They know Westwood’s big in the scene, my Hummer’s tinted out

So if you wanna see me you better look through my front windscreen

Timothy

So many haters

You get me, everyone’s dissing Westwood

But as soon as their album or mixtape’s gonna drop they wanna phone me and come

on my show

They didn’t phone me before I made «Pow!»

As soon as I made «Pow!"all these MCs are ringing my phone

Yo, my names D-E-X-P-L-I-C-I-T

Soundboys wanna be grimy like me

Rip off my tune but they never wanna say

But it’s okay, trust me I never wanna say anything about you, it’s all gravy

I know you say Memphis Bleek and Jay Z

Spitting on my tune it’s a good look

Now the promoters know they should have booked Dexplicit

You can’t say I’m not the best in it

That’s like saying how my granny’s not a good cook

I know Lethal B came with a good But it wouldn’t be as big if it wasn’t for the

kick drum, face it, I made a big one

I’ve got nuff more beats, you can listen to my CD and pick one

If I don’t like what you’re saying I’ll delete your phone call on a quick one —

dead

You get me?

Don’t phone my phone

On some 8 bar relay tune

Done that, that’s old news

Some new stuff now

Greatest Hits, the real shit, 2000 and everything, yeah

Skepta, Boy Better Know, shuuut

Yeah, Boy Better Know, go on!