Something New

Right, yes Another one, it's another one Right now, right here Listen up, loud and clear Clear out your fucking ears I'm a natural born spitter No leng, I don't wanna pull no trigger You won't get shot But you might get punched with the clipper You man will get smacked Backed by a mash and liquor Blow to the kidney, blow to the liver Your bars are okay, mine are spliffa You're big, but you're not Biggie, I'm bigger You wanna roll up, just look in the mirror I'm a killer, make a crease like Ben Stiller I'm a winner, 'cause I know how to deliver I'm realer, and I make P much quicker Get richer, he's got a sick flow but my flow's sicker Blood's thick but I swear he's thicker Your mates will tell you, you got done up like a kipper Won't stop clashing him 'til he cries me a river You wanna be a clone, you wanna be a ringer of me This is something new for your ears Nothing old, something new, telling them how it is You best get to grips You ain't heard beats or spitters like this No American accents, straight English They wanna join the gang, there's a wait in this We're gonna win this, soon you will witness We be the victors, you be the victims They call me the Jet L-E I spit bars 'cause I used to live life dangerously Had a little suicide kind of tendency On my ends I didn't care about much, you see All seasons, late night drinking It got me thinking about getting with my big chick but I didn't I'm making moves first 'cause I've gotta chill later Got me in a chokehold, wanna get my paper Which one is greater, life or ambition? Well I'm on a mission to seek out that wisdom Read between the lines, you see what's going on I can't stay blind, need to change the stakes and times I'm a warrior, sovereign magician and a lover Represent my team like no one other I'll smother the mic with the lyrical spray Clash you anytime, anyway, hombre This is something new for your ears Nothing old, something new, telling them how it is You best get to grips You ain't heard beats or spitters like this No American accents, straight English They wanna join the gang, there's a wait in this We're gonna win this, soon you will witness We be the victors, you be the victims I don't know who told you that you got shit locked For the last four years we've had the padlocks From boxes of record, high studio fees Crates of CDs, now it's merchandise Man I've got Roll Deep gloves and mask in stock We're never gonna stop until we've got a few shops Roll Deep branches like golden arches Shut your mouth fam, you shot burners on the block I know, you shot D and Ros But we've just come back from buying a rakhi and cuz Up and down the country, no one tryna bump me You trust me family, you'd love to be where I was Yes man, it's all music and gash Improving the stash, all those in the back Watching for the haters, tryna get around the sides Front and the rasclart back This is something new for your ears Nothing old, something new, telling them how it is You best get to grips You ain't heard beats or spitters like this No American accents, straight English They wanna join the gang, there's a wait in this We're gonna win this, soon you will witness We be the victors, you be the victims This is something new for your ears Nothing old, something new, telling them how it is You best get to grips You ain't heard beats or spitters like this No American accents, straight English They wanna join the gang, there's a wait in this We're gonna win this, soon you will witness We be the victors, you be the victims Bring some of them, bring one of them And see if me don't ring off me gun again Rust that gun again, sure me gun again Still we don't need no friend from none of them Play them Roll Deep bangers in the club again And to the hot gyal, get to bring another friend Yeah I'm on a gyal ting, I don't want another leng But if it's diss Roll Deep, any one of them Boy I'm a dead, that means you can't come again And me and people live and then again Fuck your equal rights, gimme gun again Make me squeeze with the nine, come and run again And if I squeeze on the mic, I'll make you run again I'll get the P's in the jungle, come again And if I ease past you'll get a run again And if it's beef me nah ease if you done again This is something new for your ears Nothing old, something new, telling them how it is You best get to grips You ain't heard beats or spitters like this No American accents, straight English They wanna join the gang, there's a wait in this We're gonna win this, soon you will witness We be the victors, you be the victims Big money sound this rudeboy No pussyhole can't come play this tune Seen? International, outernational Big rasclart money sound rudeboy Seen?