Westwood Freestyle

[Intro: Wiley]
Eskiboy
Radio
Westwood

[Verse 1]
I'm a deep one, deep son, came from a deep slum
So cold, after me
The heat's done
Yeah, and your flow's a cheap one
My flows money, your fans say my words like
Drink, dance, bubbles
Call that a discreet one
Got so many bangers in my mac, when I flick through fam, I'm dying to leak one
So many bangers I'm dying to leak one
Mic wars, I'll never retreat one
You see one you will never defeat one
When I come in the dance, anybody try and step on that stage and I'll press delete one
Delete two, delete three and chief one
I'm far from done, let the the beat run
Yeah, I'm all that and then some
But let me know when the heat comes
Yeah well the heat's here
And heat I don't fear
I beat your whole clique
Nan says, "oh dear"
Their tunes don't last for the whole year
Next year, my new stuff's gonna go clear
That's why when it's going my way
Everybody starts getting up out of their old chairs
I got a London attitude, don't care
Don't hear, I'm ahead by so many years since family
Crying out so many tears, no way I'm gonna be broke here
Got money for the next year, next year, next year, next year and the year after
Wiley's a martyr, like Shawn Carter and Dwayne Carter
But next year I'm gonna step up a gear and go harder
You know me I'm a master, I cause disaster
Cause disaster
Anywhere on Earth
Find money like anywhere I search plus anywhere on Earth, the ropes
I earn the rights to cop tunes any stage, anywhere I merk
Anywhere I am alert, got vision, made my decision
What I wanna get schooled by a king with vision
You wanna know why I'm so clued up?
I just tell them its London living
It's London living
And I'm what London's giving
As an answer to urban
On a good day Freddy might have Durban
And some man didn't really hear when me and Larry longtime buss up the version
I don't wanna hear if mans ears are burning
For all I care keep burning
You don't wanna know about the figures I'm earning
I'm in the sky though, can't see vermin
I'm earning, you're learning
And heads keep turning
No you ain't like me, I'm too determined
Ears burning still, ends burning still
Man better take a learning pill
Think back to the days when
Everybody started maths and English plus learning
Yo, that bash done, me I'm blacker than a black cap gun and a glass of white rum
Three black cars, choose one
It's a black one
Young black boy, too much money in a Nike shoebox I am that one
Got a new shirt its a black one, came from a black slum
Black Stone Island coat
One away, yeah that one
I been buying garms since manaman had a OB with black one, got a new Versace jean suit with 09 Pradas
Pair of black ones
Choice of whip, you see me in a black one
Black boys drive Black Bentleys with black leather seats
I'm that one, I'm the original black one, role model, icon, black one
And if you ain't got dough better stack some
Was a black boy, now I am a black man
If I lost my life now, I couldn't say I didn't have one
Even though I'm on a mad one
I'm gonna never fell back, like say I never had one
I used to live life like nobody's pickney
Now I got a bank card, black one
Black man ain't meant have black cards, Bentleys
Got them anyway
Big money deal next year, I'm gonna catch one
Black star made money, black stars today
But not once did he every try and trap one

[Bridge: Wiley & Tim Westwood]
Yo
Pull that back Tim
Yo
Let's go again
Yeah
Killin' it
We're goin' in, Westwood, 1Xtra
Let's do it like this
24's, 32, 64's, new roads
It's the black one
I got a-
Yo
Listen up, yo
Yo, listen

[Verse 2: Wiley]
Please don't bother, cah my flow's proper
I rolled round manny, patrolled foot locker
See I'm a town hopper
Ex-brown shotter
The next show stopper
Taught Harry Potter
Invite everybody, I've never been a blocker
Youts wanna talk about "that's my dance"
Well this is the sweet, this ain't no tick-tocker
I didn't stop cause I ain't no flopper, I'm colder
I don't give a damn if your hotter
Your flow ain't proper, and you're a chart-topper
You ain't been higher, I'm a dough clocker
See you in the ranks where the dough gets better off
One tune I saw my dough get long
Still better than clipper, better than glocker
I'm buying on sight, you're a window shopper
You take me down, you are off your rocker
We're on a mission, when I speak listen
Cause I don't wanna see another crime sheet written
I been slippin' before so if you hear what I'm saying
There's gonna be less chance of you tripping
Make a new beat, 8 bars into the 16 bar
Make a sub bass kick in
Whole crown slippin, I learnt from stickids
First ball boy running riot on the riddim
In the charts I'm wizzing, champagnes fizzings
If I'm in a West End club, bring Dizz in
Squash the qualm now bro, I got vision
The iPod's full, how can I not listen to your songs?
We're Kylie and Dylan
Besides that, Dizzee and Wiley are driven by money
So its hard to say if they'll listen to each other
On TV, radio or riddims
Snatch it, ya mad, I'll snatch it
Throw an in-di-r, I will catch it
Even if you lived with the title belt
It would vanish
As soon as you try to grab it
The Gods won't have it
Your girlfriends not satisfied by you
So - she got a Rabbit
When it comes to music, Wiley's a gannet
The most unusual star on the planet
And I'm nothing like Go Go Gadget
Your old flows had it, you can't manage
Going on like you was a lyrical savage
Got more layers than a light green cabbage
I keep telling 'em, they keep asking
But I don't know Sally, don't know Janet
Don't chat to man about Wiley
You link them gyal, I live life I don't plan it
You better know when I'm shopping, I ball out
First grime kid on this earth, I'm going all out
Nuff of them lose the plot, they fall out
It's not my fault, I'm the one you can't rule out
I get your wifey on call out
But I don't go there, told her I don't care
When I'm on the strip, whips, I bring 'em all out
Bikes and and chains, the lot I bring 'em all out
Bring 'em all out, bring 'em all out
When I come in the scene, phones ringing all out
I got another brother in the game, who tried to stop my work
Cool, we ain’t gonna fall out
See, I just wanna number 1 so I can ball out more, hear my name get called out more, more, more
Gonna do an all-out tour, there won’t be a ticket on sale, I sell out
I've got lyrics that are straight from the heart
And you've got lyrics that arise from a fart
But it’s all good though cause you got the likkle man flow but I’m a big man in the charts
I got a big car, not a GoCar
I've made it a decade, I’m gonna go far I’m like nah
This soundboy’s still alive? You could die from when I got 21 scars
Ain't gonna stop till I got 21 cars, for the enemies, now that’s 21 pars
When I come around, you better ring the alarm, spit a 16 bar that’s, hotter than tar, you're a par
I’m like nah, I won’t have a bar from a likkle man star
Cause manaman know, I'm badder, when I roll on my own
And you can't roll on your own in the dark
Yes! Who am I? I'm the best in England
North, South, East and West
You can ask anybody if I got the big boy tune on the road
They will tell you yes
Yes, I got a diamond bezel
Champagne [place?], I climbed a few pegs
Next time you see me, I'll be on my R6
It's gunmetal grey on a 08, reg, reg
So far from the edge
Might see me on [?] might see me on hedge
In my lane, I'm so far ahead
It's unusual, but I talk to the dead
Yeh, yeh, I talk to the dead
To the soundboy who thought he was walking ahead
I got one title, he's got the other one
Whole family's smiling again, yeh
Whole family's smiling a-- yo
Whole fam--

[Bridge: Wiley]
Yo Westwood, go to the next one
Go to the next one
Listen
Yo

[Verse 3: Wiley]
Like them man are ready for the king, no way
I'm living in a city of sin
Where you might trip up, but you've gotta get up
Girls try to set up, but that's ain't a ting
I got, haters, rates, plus alligators
Plus newcomers that are gonna try a ting
So I prepare myself, stop declares myself
Pen to paper, then I start writing about
Everyday life on an everyday hype
Like, everyday's mine and no days yours
Watch the crowd sing along, 08 tour
And out of the girls, yeah, Nolay's raw
But I want 5 mics, you get under 4
And I say a lot but the kids say more
The work-rates high, but your one's poor
Who am I? I'm Will, add 9 to a score, add 9 to a score
In my late 20s, before I reach 3-0, I'm gonna be rich
And don't joke about my age if you're near 24
'Cause four years go quick
See the flow's quite sick
I gave 'em a bit but that weren't enough, so I gave 'em more
Twenty-first century holds me responsible for grime kids that're going on raw
You know why? I'm colder ahlie
That's right, Wiley's older ahlie
There's a few badman that I know on the road, they know me
Why? I'm a solder ahlie, I'm colder ahlie
Too cold for them
Ahlie, them man aren't cold
They are spengs
They saw me on the ends, never said a word, wanna try a ting with 22 friends
Ain't 22 but I thank many too lengs
That still feel strong, ain't got no strength left
Forget bench bench press
I'm oldschool like Webley Tempest
Had one way back
Just give me a beat, and I'll spray that
When I spray bars, I'm colder ahlie
It's the return of the North West stroller, ahlie
Ahlie, I got fam in North West
And spitters wanna talk til they got no talk left
When I spray bars, I'm colder ahlie
Catch me, KB, Riko, and Gareth
Stopped off the shops, black [?] ahlie
I'm the black cloud that's over ahlie
No way, how you gonna remove me?
There's no way you were gonna dance to [?]
Too unruly, I'm colder ahlie
2-R1, 'cause I am
He is the top male being
Now when I rave, I will bring 3 in
Got a brand new door that's open
When I push the key in, certain soundboys seeing
Gonna be thinking, "please bring me in"
Yeah, well, family are family and bredrin are bredrin
140BPM, I'm a G in
Get out now 'cause I'm back in, confidence street boy
Don't need backing
Take your crew down, there was too much chatting
Acting like that when I brought the mac in
People got me on tracking
Impossible, you can't track him
It's 2-8 now and Wiley ain't slacking
Step on the stage, a number one track in

[Bridge: Wiley]
Yo
Pull that back Westwood
Let's go again
I told them youts it's over
See the fire ain't burning no more
Got more stripes than a soldier
Listen
Yo

[Verse 4: Wiley]
I told them youts it's over
See the fire ain't burning no more
I got more stripes than a soldier
None of them ain't individuals
Who's that girl? No, I don't know her
I ain't even got a short memory
Slewed your boss, since then it was over
I'm colder, they ain't ready yet
I'm a high roller
Heard a tune called Soundbwoy- something *****
They ain't ready yet
Where's my little bro? Subject's delicate
Sit down, I got a stripe that you will never get
Plus I'm an older and I'm ahead of them
Got vocal skills and swagger that them two are never gonna get
It's over, I'm colder, they ain't ready yet
The first strap the locals had
I send the other locals mad
Local's are gotta pay local tax
The local street kid spent vocals mad
I gotta, leap for dough like the locals have
No I don't roll with the local *****
If you ever hear stuff, don't be alarmed
I'm a rudeboy, I brought the locals back
I make a tune, it's a local smash
Half a box, let's make local cash
Some sell-, some sell-, some sell-, and some sell local-
Now I do it how they didn't wanna do it
Now they wanna try and do it but they can't make local tracks
Hate me or not, it's up to you fam, but I'm the one that all the locals back
I heard some man wanna take my style
Hear it, then recreate my style
Hear me on the road, "what's going on Wile? How you been? Ain't seen you in awhile"
Heard some man wanna take my style
Hear it, then recreate my style
Hear me on the road, "what's going on Wile? How you been? Ain't seen you in awhile"
I said, two for the price of one
Yeah I'm back, it's the hyperate one
Too many past try claiming the title
In this game there can only be-
You wanna run up your gums like say you're the one
I said it just now, there can only be one
Which dad's gonna be proud of, son
Dad check my résumé, look at what I've done
I got an MC family
Sons of sons, we be rolling 20s, 3's, or 1's
Up-to-date, we are the greatest ones the country's ever had
I know it, won't fail to show it
Garments, the latest ones
Got my own 108 Airforce
I'm a [?] never fearful
See me at the airport
Travel exchanging fun

[Outro: Wiley & Tim Westwood]
Woo
Eskiboy, in the building
Killing it out there
Hold tight my crew locked in (Man)
Hold tight everybody in the building
Danny Weed
Eskiboy
Out
Yeah
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