[Intro]
Yo
Wicked man time, yo
Listen, yo
[Verse 1]
Well I'm back to win it
You're a big actor innit
Gotta see cash to really wanna be it, you're an idiot
I'll relax and finish him
Is he back for real-ion
Well, let him know I'm killing it
Main stage, top billing it
Cracks and drug they never gonna see in me
But I've seen it before, everyone Dog Kennel Hill-ing in it
Rapist, pus*yhole
Caught with a hundred shots, three times
Who's singing if he's out on road?
Wait a minute because it will take a minute
See I can take the critics
Plus snitch talking about MAC-10s and wires
Fake and finish, not a Jamaican innit
You're a pagan
Please don't mistake him innit, he's a Ja-fake-an innit
And I'm not hating innit but I've got ratings innit
My career ain't finished, I'll be clear in a minute
I'll be there in a minute, low hair and a fitted
[Verse 2]
No fear like a lizard but I've got him on-edge again
Draw for the sledge again
Let a fassy know he's not ahead again
Likkle brother ain't here breadin' him
I can see the dead in him
There's no cure, no tablets, Valium, drugs or medicine
Didn't fire no MAC in the first place
How you gonna come back and fire like a MAC again?
Titch don't like all the glamorous chat again
How you gonna bust case, land road
Talking a bag of chat about how you're back with the MAC again?
Pum, fall back with a MAC chat
Feds ain't my friends, you need a protection racket like
If it goes off in a place, a lot in a place
You're gonna see all of them man backing him
Make jokes like manaman stabbing him
Yes, ain't heard about manaman jacking him
But, what about the Stoney? Them grabbing him?
Anybody want to bet money I'm back again?
Three cars, two bikes, three yards, stack again
Wages are fat again, big wage-pack again
I'm skating the track again, I'm racing the rat again
Amazing the crowd that came here to clap again
Talk once, ain't gotta talk back again
You're the silly one who's on crack again
[Verse 3]
Me, I'm back again, back again, wearing black again
Told them already, no tackling
Twenty-five goons with a back again
Police boys are tapping him
And man thinks, "why the hell was I backing him?"
Now he's on the road, chatting crap again
And I'm doing 30 years for the prick, on a visit I'd be slapping him
Likkle idiot, I see the crack in him
I don't give a damn who's backing him
Stage show, solo, Wiley's back again, so
Man better realise, man better know
Got a top 5 and the man behind you ain't got one
Let alone you and them, so forget electro
I'll snap your neck, bro
Holding on to my status, let go
Hyping up like you're gonna let the TEC go
The ting I smoke is green like pesto
[Verse 4]
Don't hype with the white lies for the night
For the night, white lies bypass me
If you want to know why I'm the best, just ask me
Can't outclass me or harm me
With or without your new army
I sent your whole camp barmy
It's on top, alarm them, don't alarm me
You've been yamming on a bacon sarnie
Its hard in a war, can't par me
Its not gonna happen anymore
Can't scar me again, dark me again
Never break half of your leg
What you owe your brother, you can never pay half of the debt
Can't say that it's hard to forget
So boo-boo-boom-boom
That's half of your head gone
Now you wanna know where the half of your head's gone
You can see me any day on a stage and try a ting
It's gonna be the half of your leg gone
[Verse 5]
First part of the year, he was offbeat
Language barrier, sounded like a Yankee
Where's My Brother? Now you understand me
Keep on trying it, do you understand me?
Really and truly, you can't stand me
I make you angry
Boy Better Know is my family
MC, say "Boy Better Know" out your mouth so much
Really, I should be chopping off a hand clean
Box a man up in the canteen
I don't give a sh*t what a man seen
My plan A worked, you're on plan B
And we know I'm at the top
Not like you and Plan B are standing
I am six bags, no one can look
You are never gonna catch me
And I didn't get killed in Hackney, in an alleyway
Ask God he'll back me