[Intro - Skepta]
Yeah, cuz!
Oi Movement DVD cuz
Big up Scorcher, big up Wretch 32, big up Ghetto
Big up the rest of the members
Big up Risky! Big up Gift, Frisco, Wiley
Representing, ain't got the tee on today but you know it’s Boy Better know
Okay!

[Verse 1 - Skepta]
My name's Skepta, also known as H-A-Y
'Cause if I got P’s I'm happy
These MC's are happy with a G
But I'm gonna keep billing up P
'Til the government have to put a bullet in my Boy Better Know tee
When are these n***as gonna see
These MCs ain't the same as me
I had a Grime hit in 2003
God gave me a body and blessed it
You see, my fingers they made Duppy, Private Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo, Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna see a n***a on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya mean
Their fingers and lips are just stinking of green
Always lean
Now they wanna hate on showerman
Rudeboy, you see the hype on these MCs are getting old
How many units have they sold?
Never go Platinum, never go Gold
When I make a tune, it's totally cold
When I make a tune, it’s totally neat
Spit so sick, my face might turn green
How can you ever be the best in the scene when you're still tryna make a better tune than Fuckin' Widda Team
You don't wanna see me on the scene
Last thing you hear is a bang and a scream
Bare mash man want me on their team
’Cause they know from the bust I shot, heads are coming off clean
I put a bullet in your bean, bullet in your cornrow, bullet in your lean
Put on the safety, switch off the beam
Oi rudeboy, yo
Anytime you see me with Boy Better Know
I've got some sort of firearm in the pocket
So if I don't send for the bucky and pop it, send for the taser
Put it on a pussy and shock it
Don't care who's saying stop it
You're lucky that the little pussy didn't get lit up like a rocket
They say that real recognise real
How comes the little wasteman didn't clock it?
Shut up! Movement DVD! Don't get it twisted
Representer... BRAP!
[Verse 2 - Frisco]
Big up Scorcher, big up Wretch, big up Ghetts
Dun know
Aight you listening? Look
Look...
You can't educate me about bagging up
I've been doing this ting from day one and I can't see one guy that I think's catching up
So boy better back down 'cause I ain't backing up
I know 'nuff of them fear me
And I can't see one of them that's near me
I'm a fully grown man and you can see that clearly
You ain't big, not nearly, really
When you see me in H
And I know none of them ain't carrying weight
Ask Presto, he will tell you
Man's been shotting .4s from back in the day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race
Shut ya mout', listen
You can't educate man about bagging up
I've been doing this ting from day one and I can't say one guy that I think's catching up
So boy better back down 'cause I ain't backing up
I know 'nuff of them fear me
And I can't see one of them that's near me
I'm a fully grown man and you can see that clearly
You ain't big, not nearly
I'm a fully grown man, no teen
You ain't seen what I've seen
These MCs ain't been where I've been
Ain't been through what I've been through
What'd you mean
Stay thugged out, ain't gotta G for my team
None of these guys ain't seen what I've seen
None of these guys can't go where I go
And none of them can't educate me about dough
You can't educate me about bagging up food
Shut ya mout' and don't get rude
None of these youts ain't on what I'm on
But it's more than long if I'm in a bad mood
Like H, I'm big, give me space, give me room
Frisco, I've never been a waste in a tune
On the same riddim when I'm 8-bar spitting and it's best you know your place on the-
I'm a fully grown man, no, I ain't no yout
These MCs can't do what I do
These MCs can't blew what I blew
Ain't been through what I've been through
Look
I'm a big man, no little child in my crew
Step back 'cause I've got .9 in the 2
And you think that you're hard
Know that you couldn't walk a yard, much less a mile in my shoe
Most of the mandem shot 'Caine and pop shots to leave you in a box like Blaine
I come to bring back hype in the game
I'm a badboy, I've got bare stripes on my name
Slowly but surely I'm rising to fame
'Nuff of these guys will lose their mind for the fame
Grind for my name
I know it sounds a little bit insane but I'll die for my chain
I'm a fully grown man, ain't no teen
These MCs ain't seen what I seen
Shut up
[Verse 3 - Wiley]
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
See the bars I write, they're like scriptures
I'm famous and everybody takes pictures
I had faith since decks and mixers
And you're a non-believer
So I can't see you in the distance
Picture the game as a whole
It's healthy like the Boy Better Know tee business
J's my witness
I'm a musician, ask Skepta
Three of us talk, then we make a decision
You know me I got good vision
Rudeboy listen
Don't fuck about
There'll be a rude boy missing
When the goons start fishing
I'm a L.O.N. kid
I got the hood snakes hissing
Me, the shotter that you couldn't really see
Made the dream come true after years of wishing
After years of dissing, after years of swinging
I still do the crime and walk, no-
Because
Everything seems cloudy
I've never been robbed in the game 'cause I'm rowdy
Carry on, I will take a hammer to your Audi
I'm like a soldier from Saudi
You're not bad 'round me
Want a CD, try and howl me
It's next week and you still ain't found me
The phone starts ringing when I drive through boundary
And where's Lethal? He ain't in boundary
27, big achiever
E2 weaver
Had the first Sega
Blud, I emerged out of jungle fever
Volume One Creeper
Roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre
Wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya
E3 teacher
L.O.N. preacher
UK speaker
Trinidad bloodline...
[Verse 4 - Skepta]
... St Paul's soldier
Northumberland park, next-door neighbour
Eskimo raver, L-stone visitor, Meridian resident
See me in Manny with President
Showerman or south soldiers
Don't fear olders, never had youngers
Age ain't nothing but numbers
'Cause the seventeen-year-olds roll with the pumpers
But I'ma temple tourer, champagne pourer
Winchmore warrior, Class A courier
Grime scene ambassador, Duppy maker
Four-four saviour, Ally Pally jungle raver
Entry ticket and a borer
Fresh hair cut, with a side parting and a border
Selby Centre explorer
Private caller ignorer
Go on then...

[Verse 5 - Wiley]
... I'm an Eskidance keeper
Get the weed cheaper
Quantum leaper
The Tottenham high streeter
Eskibeat beater
A star reader
Four times community service breacher
Back to court, facing jail
The case beater
Robbery, burglary
Dad got nicked 'cause of me
The police thought I was a phone shop dealer
Back in the day I was a wheeler and dealer
Fly to west where the sky is blue and the grass is greener
Paul Smith jeans suit, Air Max typhoon
Choong gash greeter
Yeah I know Jenny but I don't know Rita
Plus my Mum's family come from Antigua
You come from West but you don't know younger or older Beaver
I was in carnival 12 years back with the east and west side leaders
Man are badman, man are breeders
Yo!

[Verse 6 - Scorcher]
Oi listen
Hip-hop, garage, you choose but you lose
I had the game in checkmate in two moves
I'm a top gun but you fucks are two-twos
Don't make a loose move
I got a name like Johnny Wayne
I'm shooting at stars, literally shooting at stars
I can't put crime down
Even though I put my line down
I still keep moving with bars
So fuck nine bars - give me four, give me eight, give me sixteen
96 bars of revenge
I'm hard with the pen
I'm firing like I writ bars with the skeng
I can take out half of the ends
I feel like a one-man army like I rolled up with half of my friends
You ain't up to par with the pen
I'll swing bar for bar 'til it ends and done man and laugh when it ends

[Verse 7 - Wretch 32]
G: 32!
Wr: Boom, I might as well bless them
Tired as fuck but onna nuttin'
Sc: All day
Wr: You listening?
Watch it
I'm Wretch, yeah
Round here we rep North, of course, I'm so better
I'm next, my flow's gloss
I'm awkward like weather, my temp's below frost
Unfortunate breddas are vexed, I'm so gone
Yeah
I perfected my structure
Writ a mixtape, I'm ahead like your skull is
Quick 'em with pace
Some are left where the gun is
Sky-high ain't above this
Mike Myers couldn't touch this
My Diamonds are cut sick
Couldn't cut-
Look, listen
That's minus the cold
They shine, they look like Evian in the stone
I made my wrist sweat 'til it froze
Don't drip the stones, they'll be trailing me home
I ain't Hansel and Gretel, I'm handsome and ghetto
I ain't 'fraid of the chrome
These yout's are still 'fraid of the comb
I'll be raising their soul 'til it's higher than a plane on the globe
I just aim then I blow
Escape when I go
Look
I'm stone-cold, I relate to the snow
On the road where I roll like an 18 that's chrome
And I ain't been at home
Still, I may be that bloke
That will roll on you on my Jack Jones
Take everything but that soul
At least you're still alive, I'm evil in disguise
This guy's like black Coke
Coca-Coca
Yeah
I'm liking fat jokes
You know why? It's fun to move weight
Got twenty-one grams, I must, can lose eight

[Verse 8 - Wiley]
Sc: Should really just wheel up the song
Wi:On this riddin, yeah? Alright wheel up the riddim and you're coming after me then
G:Wheel up this- Wheel up the riddim and everyone get involved, so if you wanna come after-
Wi: Yeah but don't go- No, you're coming after me but don't...
It's normal, innit
Sc: But you're going on like that's what you're gonna do!
Wi: Yeah 'cause everyone's being normal, anyway
Yo, again though, wait-
Are you sure not the next riddim?
G: Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah! This is the shit!
Wr: ... and then we do acapella!
Sc: Ay that camera, caan that camera even pick up?
Wr:And then we do acapella!
Can you see- Can you hear even the music?
Cah' me got plenty a styles for acapella ya' nuh
G: Maybe a likkle rap
Sc: What, rap?
Wr: Listen!
Yo
The way I stay alive on the daily's crazy
I get short-tempered
Don't talk, pay me
Turn to the darkside if my days ever get rainy
Drain me? Never, not maybe
Yeah I roll with Jamie
And I know Sadie
Her she's a cool young lady
Back to the way I live daily
Had bare dough but that didn't change me
Plus I got a daughter
Newborn child but her name ain't Amy
I ain't got a Winnie-the-Pooh scarf as of yet
But I'm getting one so stay away from me
I'll spray three-eighths and I'm not even crazy
Not even lately
Feel so calm so you can't irate me
Wile out one, don't know how to take me
Take out crews on a daily
I said I take out crews on a daily, standard
I done the dance more than your whole gang could
I swing three man just like Flowdan would
I ain't from Brentwood, I come from Danwood
I'm straight from 'mannabadmanwood'
Stand in flames, you could not
'Cause you ain't from Danwood
Your whole plan would flop
If you come across me and got lairy, standard
Most of you MCs are just angered
Wiley's raw talent ain't ever been pampered
Scrimp and scrape, standard
I did what Javan did
Bullied my way to the top like a bandit
Come through like Smokey and the Bandits
But one bandit can't stand it
He can see the title, thinks I'm gonna hand it to him
But nobody planned it

[Verse 9 - Ghetto]
G:Tried it
Sc: What you saying G?
G: Yeah, yeah! I does this
There's no introduction needed, I'm a genius
And I'm even schooling seniors
Next year? Porsches, Beemers
Nothing like a caution, I'm serious
I'm far from short of experience
Big arenas with a distorted frequence
It's awesome, when you're someone important
But as for unfortunate dreamers
Turn forty and are forced to be cleaners
A mop, broom and a brush, I am not losing my touch
I'll up the gear like I'm using a clutch
Fuck losing my buzz
I do what I does, the truth's in my blood
But the game's so loose and corrupt
Being immune is a must
I'm never affected except when I'm getting arrested
Had Ps but I never invested
But the rest did
Now the whole ends are interested
I've been tested, but they couldn't penetrate my defences
I'm right here, middle finger extended
Pissed 'cause you ain't had a single-
And me and my collective are really-
Blud...
Let me redo
Look
I'm ready like Brek
If any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got
Any rhymes
I'm like Wretch, I guess I am a pro
I do this on a regular, holmes
I'm needed like cellular phones
I can do well on own but together that's a hell of a show
Hello, the name's Ghetto, Justin, Reggie, all the same fellow
And I ain't mellow
N***as trying to break me down, I ain't lego
He said I'm an angry K-A-N-O
I was like N-O, you know my M-O
I say it to your face, no memo
I'm on the roads like lines that are yellow
Real, you are not like Ghetto
I'm back why should I stop here this ain't no depot
I'm like-

[Outro]
G: I does this bruv!
Sc: Movement DVD innit
It's calm, man
It's on license, normal
Put it away! Put it away, put it away
Put it away, he's putting it away...