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Do It Like Me (Skepta)

Fuck Skepta (3x) Let me hear you say fuck Skepta Fuck Skepta (4x) He sold out I sold out, Yeah There weren't one ticket left not even a chair I should send you a postcard, I wish you were here I wish you could see, I wish you could hear I make 'em scream When I come true with the rest of the team I get it pop-in mainstream, still I'm the best in the scene So I can understand why everybody wants to do it like me No you don't do it like me Nah, no we ain't the same You're never gonna do it I'm doin' it again Boy Better Know, were moving too fast You better move into a different lane Oh what a shame They though I weren't gonna bust, then I came Took off the condom, made it rain Left my stain all over the game And these wanna be's wanna be me They disrespect me then they beg me for a Re-tweet Then we see them on the camera, walking, talking tryna do it like me No you don't do it like me I know a lot of man that think they do it like me I know a lot of man that think they do it like me They really, really, really think they do it like me But no they don't do it like me (2x) You call it money, I call it a piece of paper You think I'm a human being, Nah man I'm a freak of nature Skepta I got the UK buzzing like a vibrator Now my paper's looking higher than a sky scraper Chipmunk told me don't watch no face I'll never leave home without my pencil case 24/7 I stay with my eraser Put it up in the sky, nice and high, wave it side to side Screaming rub e'm out, rub e'm out Goodbye hater Cya wouldn't wanna be ya F*ck your mix tape I don't wanna feature Couldn't give a shit about your album either I don't wanna hear you come out the speaker, No? You ain't been to a show until you been to my Show? If you're looking for some action man I'm G.I Joe I'm killing it that's why them man are switching They threw some dead punches, but I'm still alive and kicking There's too many cooks in the kitchen, bitchin' trynna do it like me No you don't do it like me Guess who's in the city, it's going off They know I got money, but I ain't showing off I drop it like it's hot F*ck how much doe it costs Were blowing up But you man are blowing off Blad, you're blowing out You told Logan you're Mix CD was finished But you're constipated, your sh*t ain't coming out Now know I got sick beats, and crazy vocals MC's don't wanna see me on the scene I take it old school like Nah rude boy, what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean you fool Go on then, go on then draw for the tool Think that you're hard but you're soft like wool I will lick a man in the jaw side with a stool I'm a real bad boy but I still look cool White gold chains and a' I start drool But they can't jack me becuz I'm not Ja rule Nah rude boy what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean I was born on September the 19th, don't care about February 14th Pay me for my 16th before I start acting like it's Friday the 13th With two black gloves and balaclava C S gas and a meat cleaver Pay me for my halfa Before I start chopping off heads like King Arthur People here are starting to hear you as the King of grime because you're the one person that has stuck by this genre of music, I'm the, I'm the guy that we love this music I love grime world. If there was a room, you get me, and a microphone and a PC lock me in there, I'm coming out with tunes, oh yeah maybe years old [?] But there ain't no-one else that does it like me