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mastered the craft - zdot lyrics

most of them wait for the drop not me
i’m in straight from the top i told them

when i strap my lyrics, i strap for the whole nation
my occupation, grime federation
n0body wants this sound in the limelight
oh well too late, grime’s on the station now
play it, loud, you hear it, blam!
wiley’s a one man band, with a drum on my back
only one man can be called the godfather
life full of drama
woke up today like, oh
can’t see no one around i’m alone
if i drop dead now i’m on my own
pushed everybody away i’m like oh
then i came up with a style and flow, got money on my brain f them lets go
coz i’m never gonna win it if i’m sitting at home
picking my nose staring at the walls like oh
wiley’s a pro
they coulda [?] but they don’t, say they shoulda but they won’t
i do the red carpet new coat new hat like everybody’s watching my show
in a couple of days my brains gonna explode
whatever the weather but now it’s getting too cold
i think of the times it was better on the roads
tell em my new stone island coat, is what i’m rocking when i glamourize grime
i can say i had a nice time coz i did
man wanna say i didn’t help out but i did, i want em all i ain’t got a spare rib
i’m on a level like can’t touch this why
you can’t diss my show, and you missed my
then i slipped by, in a black out whip like…

i’m back and i’m ready and i’m equipped like a soldier in a army
ready to go to war so you can’t par me
never gonna be a waste i’m checking my heart beat, high blood pressure plus i can’t eat
life couldn’t get worse and it couldn’t get better
get injured and you leave the game on a stretcher
l o n repper, microphone wrecker
i set the pace like a real pace setter, you’re rolling out shabby
drop me out cabbie you’re talking poo in a nappy, i got a style that’s never been tacky
dumplings, callaloo, saltfish ackee
get a slap you won’t be happy
my ears are two monitors’ mackies
i wonder when i’m gonna burn out but i keep on going like duracell batteries
catch these bars when i’m writing them
they life lyrics, real, no gimmicks
i will take over quick get ratings and defend the team like vidic
i k!ll it you get with it well spread the word of wiley with it
i won’t live it without no limit; i don’t obey the rules, real set lyrics
i’m firing away like i don’t wanna stop
i work hard like i don’t wanna flop in the gutter i don’t wanna rot
don’t wanna judge them don’t wanna mock, don’t wanna change it don’t wanna chop
p-ss in the toilet i don’t want a pot
whenever you hear me say i wanna quit music, deep down in my heart i don’t wanna stop
i get put to the test like i’m not already charting
i wanna be credible, dr marten
you don’t see me sky larking, but i’m still regents parking
today my work needs marking and i wanna get a higher wage start laughing
fly past them i’m a dog barking
and i’m very visible like a side parting

stop
tell me who’s starting trouble, coz i will get dark on a double
i can string along a lyric i ain’t getting in a muddle
i’m on the roads like a puddle
south to the north terminal, shuttle
i connect east to south, rotheride blackwall tunnel
see me in the club i bubble, people read me like a novel
don’t want show off don’t wanna grovel
fine, coz i can make money it’s mine
don’t act tight never ever have in my life, i know what’s wrong and what’s right
after this night, it’s never gonna be the same vibe
i ain’t gonna be on the same hype
i’m raising the bar up neatly; i’m in the newspapers weekly
you can’t cheat me
i’m in a restaurant they didn’t wanna seat me, i sat down any way i’m cheeky
people wanna spit a new bar to me in public, no, that’s neeky
practice at home, discreetly
i’m on the streets with a modem, 3g
everybody sees me roaming mac not pc
i’m wiley i’m from e3 they be like e-ssyyy
want a ounce of the blues meet me at bp
i got a company coat cp, you got skateboard creps, dc
i’m a alien, et; you’re a std vd
over 18s not pg, on aka like a-squeezy
you see me on the tv
play games, mario, luigi
my names on a board, a ouija
add a l to the end of pp
that’s the cleanest money, squeaky
broadcast money, bc
eski the boy ep
i wanna learn more, tm, teach me

came back with the style i left with, some artist feel unconnected
we all wanna do what the best did, but we don’t wanna do the rest did
weekend in the cell, arrested
i was p-ssed coz i know shouldn’t be there, i messed it up
been affected might need medicine
i’m on a next ting, ustream levelling, fanbase trebling
strike at the right time
take any one to the firing line, check the skyline
you can’t k!ll me with a sly line, you’re a rubbish mc why lie?
gangsta? what a waste of time i done that in 05
i’m all over the town like a low rise tower block
you can’t test me brudda don’t try
don’t try, don’t try
don’t try.

- zdot lyrics

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