Boy Better Know Cypher Lyrics - Singles - Boy Better Know

[Intro: Skepta] 

Yo, BBK, hundred million 

SB.TV 

We're going in 

2012 shit 

[Verse 1: JME] 

To those who don't know me hello 

You think you control me, N-O 

I'm one of the best artists in the world 

And I leave other MCs be-low 

If you ain't heard of me, hello 

Keep up stop moving s-low 

Boy wanna know what Boy Better Know means 

For you to find out and for me to know 

If you know my face salute 

Parle vous francais? Salut 

Je m'appelle J M E 

Let me show you around this jungle like Baloo 

If you know my face salute 

Parle vous francais? Salut 

Je m'appelle J M E 

Let me show you around this jungle 

I get black like akon's hair 

So black if you black out the lights, can't tell if I'm there 

Black like Heskey's shins 

Blacker than midnight tims 

Blacker than your dad's burnt barbecue chicken 

When he blacks out in the garden from sipping Black Label Carling 

Black like the tarmac on the black road 

When I drive my black car you know it zaps 

[Verse 2: Jammer] 

All the work I put in 

Done all the work that them man couldn't 

Late nights in the studio putting in bare work 

Work that them man couldn't 

I told them, the proof's in the pudding 

Now I'm in bed with three different women 

I told them don't sleep on me 

Now they wanna trick or treat on me 

Roll up, pull out the heat on me 

But Boy Better Know us man are OGs 

We make paper, grands! 

Supporters, big up the fans 

The only ting they're clapping is hands 

Us man are major, got big plans 

Us man roll with 25 gyal 

Dem man roll with 25 man! 

I knew it would happen, saw it coming 

That's why its our music they're plugging 

I push grime hard, I go in 

Some man say it's a psycho ting 

But them man are fake on a lypo ting 

Us man are big dargs, them a michael ting 

Roll by on a cycle ting 

Man better take cover when I go in 

I go in, I go hard 

Make these other MCs go yard 

Us man are wicked man, them man are soft 

Ask double and foots if us man are 'ard 

Man have got bars, man have got dough 

I told pussyoles don't sleep on me 

So I give them a half for the gram of the snow 

[Verse 3: Frisco] 

Over-time, stamina 

Endurance, go for time 

I'm telling them know 

You'd better know what you're doing if you decide to go for mine 

I'm sick over grime, over rap. Demolish MCs I'm known for that 

Nobody can cross it, rise up the ting and clart it 

If you try hold me back, hold a clap to your facial 

Bullets hit anyone. They ain't racial 

If you're a badboy only with your mandem 

You're an eediat. I can't rate 

You 

You're an actor, like Denzel 

I don't watch man, I get girls 

If you diss me I'll get you when you're yawning 

6 in the morning, like Fem Fel. (Ayy) 

You're looking at big darg 

So mind who you're talking to 

I got the hunger for more, who's talking food 

Man are acting like he's got 9 lives. He can find out what the 4 5th do 

Back of the club with the mandem about, move out of the way when I'm boring through 

Lyrically sick, I was born with flu 

Stop chattin shit, I will bore this dude 

And I ain't gotta say much more 

Fuck it, lemme say some more 

Sending for me with your shit lyrics 

Is like coming with a knife to a gun war 

I done more, now I'm up high 

So it don't make sense me coming down 

Try and know if a man ain't talkin money 

I'll jam in my yard fuck coming out 

Pass the mic lemme say suttin' 

Lemme start this off like a play button 

Stand firm and defend my team 

And if it goes off I'mma spray suttin' 

And if you get shiff I ain't gonna say nuttin'. Say nuttin' 

I get paid to rhyme so it costs when I say suttin' 

Them man are brook, they ain't made nuttin' 

Them man know it's a UK invasion 

I've been waiting, fuck waiting 

I'm taking over man know the equation 

Me with the mic man know what I'm making 

Got all the topboys relating 

A couple badmind niggas, hating 

Got kitty to sample the food 

He was like, "Fam, amazing" 

I do this ting, them man are in training 

Days in you know we go hard 

Man are like ring the alarm 

I'm killing off anything moving, fuck with me darg 

Man are like "Fam you're too much for me darg" 

North London niggas got love for me darg 

I get love in the east and the west 

And the south side niggas they fuck with me hard 

Lyrically man can't fuck with the bars 

Late, you man are stuck in the past 

Man said he's ggonna do me suttin' 

Fuck it, he ain't gonna do me nuttin' 

Fuck a hater. Spend a grand at the bar 

All the work that I put in 

Like skeppy said "You man are working your arse off 

And still can't get a look in" 

[Verse 4: Skepta] 

Wash down 1 viagra pill with a glass of lemon and lime 

And I won't stop until they realise that I'm the hardest of all time 

Listening to an instrumental thinking of words that rhyme 

Take my eyeball out, go blind when I write bars I put the I in grime 

You call it a Boy Better Know Chain, I call it 10 years on the grind 

Started to think positive and left the negative behind 

Been to jail on remand in foreign countries, don't tell me shit about crime 

I don't rob man no more, but I'll still take man's shine 

I had the ladies gassed 

More time I was dressed in black, Thinsulate hat 

So like Justin Timberlake, I brought sexy back 

But I don't wanna get caught in the trap 

It's no biggie, I got two packs 

And I put it on and like Santa Claus, I won't stop 'til I empty the sack 

My crew know that I back them any time 

I get the toys out when it's play time 

And if my O2's off tell man ring me on my BBK line 

'Til then I'll be sitting in my house with a big spliff watching Babestation Daytime 

Boy Better Know is the family tree so fuck what they're saying on the grape vine 

[Verse 5: Solo 45] 

I'm better than that, I'm better than jail 

I'm better than an illegal way gang banger 

Better than a postcode, than a bandana 

Better than a hoodlum stuck in the manor 

I'm better than that. Can I get another glass of Grey Goose 

I wanna have fun but I can't seem to 

Cos I wanna get myself out the manor 

But there's a another camera and I'm the same old banger 

So it's the same old questions, the guns, gangs the manor 

Someone please tell 'em I'm a changed man since the slammer 

But they don't wanna hear me, they just wan't the banger 

Don't act bookey around me 

I'll take your phone 

Check your last calls 

Swear to god. Wallahi azeem 

If you know my enemies 

And you ride with the enemies 

I'll do all five dispersals 

13 big stiff years for the enemies 

I ain't looking for a number 1 

You niggas know I'm number 1 

I tell youngers "Bring the guns" 

Bring the guns so they bring the guns 

Over you found my man? 

Yeah I owe you 1 

Hold him there don't kill no one 

May your death be slow and painful motherfucker 

I said feed him to the lions 

Feed him to the lions 

Feed him to the lions 

Feed him to the lions 

Fuck it feed him to the lions 

Feed him to the lions 

Feed him to the lions 

Fuck it feed him to the lions 

[Skepta] 

P-pum-p-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum 

Muay-muay-muay muay thai kick to face 

[All] 

Muay thai kick to face 

Muay thai kick to face 

Forget the guns, forget the knives 

I'm tellin 'em straight; Muay thai kick to face 

I'm one of them, I'm one of them, I'm one of them I'm one of them 

Muay thai fighters, BJJ, MMA fighters 

[Verse 6: Shorty] 

6 million ways to make it but I'm gonna make it my way 

Moesh every day like say it was Friday 

I get better every year like wine mate 

I get better every bar that I spray 

Lyrically doing this ting on a grime wave 

So many Boy Better Know hits out there 

You've been looking for a hit since MySpace 

You might see me on the grime page 

Yeah the shortest one on the grime stage 

Plus I make sure I roll properly 

Don't start cos this ain't the right place 

Nuff MCs wanna play mind games 

I'm a big man forget the mind frame 

So many mad thoughts running through my brain 

I'll soon have a big boy chain with my name 

Quit smoking about 5 times last week 

More times its just me and the weed 

10 bensons, silver and a few sheets 

1 million voices still wanna speak 

Look at me now 2 mixtapes deep 

Wow. Look at the face it's peak 

When I was on tour, dun kno I got sore 

Cos all over the house made the gyaldem weak 

Now I get more than a kiss on the cheek 

What happens on the tourbus stays there 

If you're not moeshing you know you can't play here 

With Krept and Konan you know they don't play fair 

Man wanna compare me to man 

When they're Old Kent road and I'm like Mayfair 

I'm not on a hype, I'm trying to get paid here 

New year's eve I can say I had a great year 

Yo, might want to check this 

I'm deep in the game 

While you're floating up there with the dead fish 

Never been sick. Never been devlish 

Sometimes man try and come on some next shit 

It can get stupid. It can get hectic 

If anyone try and disrespect it 

They get cleaned up like an english breakfast 

They said I ain't gonna make it 

They say my flow's too basic 

I told them "Face it don't hate it" 

Now my views freeze like I'm in the matrix 

Same girls getting up to the same tricks 

Same old guys gettin up to the same shit 

Everybody claims that they're doing this ting 

But I don't see none of them guys on the grave shift 

Chilling with the same guys from day dot 

In 2000, listening to k dot 

Back then man couldn't get a rave spot 

Now I'm on the runway ready for takeoff 

White on black tee in the same top 

Still fucking up raves on the same drop 

Never hate on shit that you ain't got 

Life's way too short get paid boss 

Stay humble. Stay focused 

Cos around here we're surrounded by jokers 

Nuff man wanna talk about straps 

But they can't kill a Locust 

So certified (when I'm talking?) 

We make tunes for the youngers and olders 

I don't care what nobody says 

If there was a grime belt we'd be the holders