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So Alive (Skepta)

Yeah Skepta, Boy Better Know, N-Dubz I never have a dream when I go to sleep at night My dream begins when I walk outside Now I'm on stage and I feel like I'm looking through Michael Jacksons eyes Stories, rumours and accusations so I gotta stay self conscious of my hand gestures before they call me a Mason or say that I'm working with satan But even a blind man could see, I would never sell my soul for the P When you're looking at Skepta, you're looking at grime so the only thing I gotta stay true to is me I don't need a helping hand, stand up tall, I'm my own man Find me on the tallest building in the country singing as loud as I can I-I feel so alive, so alive (S-K-E-P-T-A) Got my two feet on the ground But it feels like I'm in the sky It's time to enjoy the sun cause we made it through the rain Put your hands up in the sky like you're tryna touch a plane I feel so alive, so alive (Boy Better Know-oh-oh, yeah) Shit what have I done Raa, everyone singing along to my bars Went triple platinum, see me I'm trying to do what Elvis done And the stage is way too big for me Labels never thought this guy from the ghetto could make all these girls sing for me Nana, nana, nana, niiiiii I got a big NANA chain hanging down to my navel Tell the bartender "take a fat bottle of champagne to Polydor's table" Big men acting like school kids Say there gonna run up on me with a full clip So I pull down the two flaps on my cap cause I didn't want to hear that bullshit I-I feel so alive, so alive (D-A-Double P-to-the-Z) Got my two feet on the ground But it feels like I'm in the sky It's time to enjoy the sun cause we made it through the rain Put your hands up in the sky like you're tryna touch a plane I feel so alive, so alive It's time to get dark Blacker than Cilla Fazer aka 6 figure nigga Man said I got robbed for my chain Until I put a picture on Skepta's twitter When I go to the Gucci store I dress rags Security think that I ain't gonna buy shit Then I pull out my card, swipe it, bowl out with 20 bags If I like them, cop them, fuck the hater, can't stop them MC's wanna diss N-Dubz but they can't get a top twenty let alone a top ten So if it weren't for the fans I woulda had a haters blood on my hands I'm a mastermind behind the keyboard so I'm a carry on stacking up these grands [Chorus]