Open up your bedroom door
Let your mum hear this
Introduce her to the music
Yeah

(Dem way there, I wear my own garm's)
(Man see me on road, and want arms)
(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)
(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)
Tell them shut your mouth, you're not bad
No, you can't son me, never ever lost in a clash, you're mad
Try diss me on my family tree, alright, we could go dad for a dad
(Like, ay, Skepta, why you merkin' so many MC's?)
Cah they don't know about greaze
I was really in the field with the G's
We were dissin' out wax on trees
My first wack came in a boxin' glove
Got my second one for some weed and P's
Why lie? Tell me the reason, please
That ain't gon' impress me 'cause

(Real recognize real, recognize real)
(Recognize real, recognize real, I'm so real)
They recognize me in Winchmore Hill
Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill
You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill
'Bout to show why a man recognize me 'cause
(Real recognize real, recognize real)
(Recognize real, recognize real, I'm so real)
They recognize me on wave and trap
They recognize me on grime and drill
You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill

Allow it, man
I wanna get my bar off, man
No, I wanna get my bars out, please, no more wheel up, man
Please, man

Young SK, I was goin' insane
To go radio, I had to walk in the rain
Tell me what you know about surfin' the train?
No illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain
One time I had to murk eight MC's
Bettin' any money, they won't test me again
Before I did fit pics, I been a lyricist
Had to make 'em put some respect on my name
(Like, ay, Skepta, why you merkin' so many MC's?)
That was the word on the curb
I don't bend, so how can I get curved?
Private jet, I was flyin' with your bird
Every other lyric you're talkin' about gun
Man, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd
Said you was a bad boy, blood, say word
I went to your ends, that's not what I heard
(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)
(Man see me on road, and want arms)
I still gotta step on my ones, I'm so calm
You talkin' like you know the drillers you're not Quan
(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)
(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)
Talkin' 'bout crashin' out, you're not Swarmz
Real recognize real, dem boy ain't do me no harm
(The nurse that brought me)
(Will recognize me when I'm forty, like, I'm so real)
From Australia, all the way to Brazil, I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.a.t. Still
Don't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill
Cah your drink might spill, end up in the moshpit, hands in your grill
Flow so sick, you might need a NyQuil

(Real recognize real, recognize real)
(Recognize real, recognize real, I'm so real)
They recognize me in Winchmore Hill
Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill
You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill
'Bout to show why a man recognize me 'cause
(Real recognize real, recognize real)
(Recognize real, recognize real, I'm so real)
They recognize me on wave and trap
They recognize me on grime and drill

Go on then
Go on then, go on then
Skepta, forward slash, bad man ting all day long
Grime, don't get it twisted
You see two decks and a mixer
But I see the bigger picture, don't test that Writer/s: Fred Gibson, Jospeh Adenuga, Peter Livingston
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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