Skepta & Fred again... - Back 2 Back (Official Video)

Lyrics: [Open up your bedroom door Let your mum hear this Introduce her to the music Yeah] Dem way there I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms Tell them shut ya mout Theres no qualms Tell them shut ya mout Theres no qualms Tell them shut your mout, you¬ bad No you can&son me, never ever lost in a clash you&mad Try diss me or my family tree, alright we can go dad for a dad Oi skepta why you Merkin’ so many MCs? Cos they don’t know about Greaze I was really in the field with the G’s We were testin’ out waps on trees My first wap came in a boxin’ glove Bought my second one for some weed and Ps Why Lie? tell me the reason please That ain’t gonna impress me ‘cause Real recognise real recognise real recognise real recognise real I’m so real They recognise me in Winchmore Hill Primrose hill Brixton Hill You’re not a badboy And i’ma die on that hill But the showerman recognise me cos Real recognise real recognise real recognise real recognise real I’m so real They recognise me on wave and trap They recognise me on grime and drill You’re not a bad bwoy And i’ma die on that hill [‘llow it man I wanna get my bars out man No i wanna get my bars out please No more wheel ups 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 logical thinkin’ had stress on the brain One time I had to merk eight MCs Bet any money they won’t test me again Before i did fit pics I’ve been a lyricist Had to...