Bad Em Up - Wiley, Wiley aka Eskiboy feat JME

What, what, what, newcomer yeah?

What, newcomers?

What, trying a ting, trying a ting?

Ey right now it’s Eskiboy

You know me

Big up all the Roll Deep massive, all day

Hold tight Michalis

It’s all real

What is he trying a ting?

Newcomer yeah?

Yo, listen

Who me?

I’m a legend

I got stripes you can never get

Do you know what’s stored in my memorex

So much, I smoke lemons

I can’t get vex, start licking off tech’s

I’m a nine life boy, not a nine wife boy

Looking for cheques, I’ll run upon your set quick

And you don’t know why I get angry

Every time I see you, you’re on some other flex

And I won’t get the chances my brother gets

But I can teach him still, I’m educated

World wide music, I’m highly rated

Got a block of cheese and grated

I’ve never faded, even when my house got raided

I’ll bounce right back like a badman

Grands in weeks, that’s what I was making

I got a few concerns just as long as I’m bading

Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once

If you wanna come and take man for a dunce

I’ve been on the grind for a hundred months

And I ain’t stopped doing music, not once

Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once

If you wanna come and take man for a dunce

I’ve been on the grind for a hundred months

And I ain’t stopped doing music, not once

A new MC’s born every weekend

But you’re not ready for me so buckle up

Don’t get rude, man will shut him up

Standard procedure, serious, bad 'em up

Get on the mic and lyrically rough 'em up

Shh-hut-yuh-muh, you’re not rough enough

Make you jam like Matt Lamont, you can’t scuff

I’m old school like Karl Tuff Enuff

You’re new school, you’re not aggy

Jme badman, yeah I’m aggier

I go to Berlin, Sweden, Malia

Napa, France, pockets get baggier

I make dough while you’re on the radio

Going mad but you’re not mad enough

Boy Better Know that I’m maddier

Make so much P’s you can’t add 'em up

Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once

If you wanna come and take man for a dunce

I’ve been on the grind for a hundred months

And I ain’t stopped doing music, not once

Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once

If you wanna come and take man for a dunce

I’ve been on the grind for a hundred months

And I ain’t stopped doing music, not once