| You can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man
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| Rolling with a mic in my left hand
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| Diss me, you’re a walking dead man
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| Could have been Bruce Lee, could have been Jackie Chan
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| I’m Karate Kid, send for the head band
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| This year I’m not playing with a man
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| Pause, I’m not staying with a man, I’m gone
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| I’m not spraying with a man that’s never produced a beat, never had decks
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| Chatting 'bout I’m not the king of the flex
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| It’s like them man are so obsessed
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| Watching me like I’m wearing a pink dress
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| I’m Bowser, them man are like Princess
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| Stole my flow, but they won’t confess
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| Everything cool though blud, no stress
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| But next time you’re looking at your PRS
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| Just know
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| You’re never gonna be like Skepta
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| Nobody ain’t matching me
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| You’re never gonna be like Skepta
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| Nobody ain’t matching me
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| Ner ner ner ner ner, ner ner ner ner ner
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| Ner ner ner ner ner, ner ner ner ner ner
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| Yo, they said I’ve got a basic flow
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| No, I’ve got an amazing show
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| Halifax know that I’m making dough
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| Changing money, Gatwick and Heathrow
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| Black rims on the white 350
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| When I drive over the bumps, I’ve gotta go slow
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| Cause my car’s way too low
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| Try take mine and the gunshots blow
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| You said you was ready for the war
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| When it kicked off, you were standing where the feds were
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| No fed can make me say «yes sir»
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| I rep Boy Better Know and I ain’t looking for a transfer
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| You thought you was on a hype ting?
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| You ain’t met my little bro killer here
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| Like my older bro Ky I’m a ninja
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| Skepta, Boy Better Know entrepreneur
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| You’re never gonna be like Skepta
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| Nobody ain’t matching me
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| You’re never gonna be like Skepta
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| Nobody ain’t matching me
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| Ner ner ner ner ner, ner ner ner ner ner
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| Ner ner ner ner ner, ner ner ner ner ner
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| So which one of you lot wanna get burned like the bottom of the soup pot
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| Like Jermaine Neblett I’m too hot
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| See the arms race, boy over there with the gloves on
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| He’s rolling with a Bulldog
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| So keep thinking that my crew’s soft
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| It’s my house, take your shoes off
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| when I’m moving, just move off
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| Rudeboy come out the yard
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| Skepta, I can’t run out of bars
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| And if sky’s the limit, I’m heading for the stars
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| Back to the future, spaceship cars
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| Now all the family’s eating
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| I won’t sign another deal so fast
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| Man are looking for the big boy contract
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| Them man are happy with five day pass
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| You’re never gonna be like Skepta
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| Nobody ain’t matching me
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| You’re never gonna be like Skepta
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| Nobody ain’t matching me
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| Ner ner ner ner ner, ner ner ner ner ner
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| Ner ner ner ner ner, ner ner ner ner ner
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| You’re never gonna be like Skepta
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| Nobody ain’t matching me
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| You’re never gonna be like Skepta
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| Nobody ain’t matching me
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| Ner ner ner ner ner, ner ner ner ner ner
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| Ner ner ner ner ner, ner ner ner ner ner |