Too Experienced

Too Experienced
Skepta
Boy Better
Boy
Boy Better Know
Send out to P-Jam, Culprit, Steve-O, ML, Ultra, Foundation
Yo
Too experienced to be taken for a stroller (Ya ya ya!)
Too experienced to be taken for some pussyhole (Skepta!)
Too experienced to get murdered with one rhyme (Go on then, go on then!)
So go save all your lyrics, all at one time

Don't put all your eggs into one basket
I'll murder your whole crew, one by one and put them all in one casket
Them one-away garments, stop tryna flex
I see them all in one market
You got fifteen different bodybuilders but your olders all in one armpit
I'm not a skengman but I will cock back the ting and bark it
So when I'm wearing a glove, Boy Better Know I've got some sort of firearm in my pocket
If I don't send for the bucky and pop it, send for the taser
Put it on a pu*** and shock it
Don't care who's saying stop it
You're lucky that the little pu*** didn't get lit up like a rocket
They say that real recognise real, how comes the little wasteman didn't clock it (Go on then!)
Too experienced to be taken for a stroller (Ya ya ya!)
Too experienced to be taken for some pussyhole (Skepta!)
Too experienced to get murdered with one rhyme (Go on then, go on then!)
So go save all your lyrics, all at one time

Skepta, I make the greatest hits
And all of my old music is better than your latest shit
Yeah 'dem man are alright but I like the basic shit
I don't like too many words in a sentence and unreal
Two weeks on remand I don't talk like I've done a life sentence
Nothing to prove, I shot food on the baitest strip
Long body Mondeo's, diamond XR2's, bagging up in the baitest whip
Now I make the best grime music
Some man run up in a booth and lose it, start spitting like Dipset, D-Block and G-Unit
Yeah the labels know who you are but they can't hear your music
I'm not a road man, I'm a music man until my last day
When the beat kicks off I'm like (Go on then!)
Too experienced to be taken for a stroller (Ya ya ya!)
Too experienced to be taken for some pussyhole (Skepta!)
Too experienced to get murdered with one rhyme (Go on then, go on then!)
So go save all your lyrics, all at one time

You see the four best crews in the game, I'm in them
If you don't like me, do something then
Ten minute screwfaces I ain't in them
I want paper, dibby dibby wages I ain't in them
My crew put five £20 notes in a roulette machine and spin them
Anybody get rude, I clench my fist and chin them
Forget a mash, forget a clash, they're trash I'll bin them
I don't want a lyrical swing, I will physically swing them
That's why I haven't clashed anybody since long sung dem sun wun sen
If I hear man say my name I'll ring them
I hear any skeng talk on my 3310, I'll find out where they are and link them
Headlock, power drive and pin them (Go on them!)
Too experienced to be taken for a stroller (Ya ya ya!)
Too experienced to be taken for some pussyhole (Skepta!)
Too experienced to get murdered with one rhyme (Go on then, go on then!)
So go save all your lyrics, all at one time
Boy Better Know
Go on then!
Skepta
Foundation