Wiley – Soundboy Killer Lyrics

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I said Dot Rotten I'll spin you around and I ain't just talking like Ghetts might do
I flow two hours like a set might do, might go to the pop scene
Every now and then I spend a year, then I bounce like a cheque might do

Got a lot of Grime in the blood, spent time in the slum
Why do you wanna try and step on a level that's way above weight when I corrected my youth
When you saw Gospel you will never switch, I was like couple of years he'll switch right to
Any sound that's gonna make money for him, put money on him and I bet him that his clique might too
I've done so much for Grime for you to say you've done than me is bizarre I'm like WOO
You listened to a couple of dubs and copied them, I got a thing for the spitters in war I duppy them
Dot thinks Wiley's a low down dirty shame, you wanna follow Goodz' low down dirty brain
I never scat I got a low down dirty aim, wipe you clean out the sky, dirty plane
Why chat about mums you dirty waste and I'll slap your mum in her dirty face
I ride for the mum, don't side with the Asians pussy better stop kid and learn your race
No gauge round here, just girls and face, I've got a hurricane style for the world to chase
If you smelled the truth for a minute and weren't going on like a gimmick could've earned your place
I know Dot's got skill but fam it's Will, no he ain't gonna win the race
You say the same stuff to me, that I've already heard then I'm not gonna send you praise

I hate to take the lie, but you never gonna test with me, no
I read between the lines and Dot is just my son, can't you see he's got the best of me? Yeah
Kill them again, kill one kill two kill three kill four kill five
Kill them again, kill one kill two kill three kill four kill five
Kill them again, kill one kill two kill three kill four kill five
Kill them again, kill one kill two kill three kill four kill five


Take my chances, killing off another soundboy who never went to Eskimo dances
When D wrote Hard Back, sitting in the dungeon Dot, no hood passes
No hood glasses, now you wanna step up on a dub beat chattin' 'bout willies and arses
You ain't chatting to me though if you get them thoughts go scream them out on the marshes
You recite old dubs quite well Dot, I won't lie they tried this before so I ain't gonna crumble and end up in shell-shock
I say what Dot Rotten, what Dot Rotten, what Dot Rotten think back that's shell-shock
Scared on the radio? I can tell Dot
And all of them diseases might be some of the ones that you and your crews got
I'm a killer, one of them natural soundboy killers, killer nobody try and watch my scrilla, cause my approach is so much iller
Killer, Dot you know you ain't realer you think you got the born instinct for a killer
Then I spray bars take over like it'll be overnight and I'll be back, the mic iller
You're me son, I can hear it in your sound and I see son, you've got the wrong impression of me son
Go to church down on one knee son, tell god that your whole life, limelight, prime kicks and snares came from me son
Wake up like when you gonna see son? You was never gonna win unless we won, but it's just like a Durrty Goodz re-run

I hate to take the lie, but you never gonna test with me, no
I read between the lines and Dot is just my son, can't you see he's got the best of me? Yeah
Kill them again, kill one kill two kill three kill four kill five
Kill them again, kill one kill two kill three kill four kill five
Kill them again, kill one kill two kill three kill four kill five
Kill them again, kill one kill two kill three kill four kill five

Can't give him any stripes I'm a war man, killing off the vibe like set for the tour and
He didn't do bad considering I'm a man who's been here for long, still got a plan
Strug at a party just rang, same old song you just sang my hook on a track though
The way you follow Wiley in this game's like say you wanna call me and lend my afro
If I fly off the handle, there'll be no reasoning heard abuse no retreating
That flow was a dead one chief 'ting, sounds like nothing you're releasing
Sounds like every one I ever had beef with, spitting on a track one puzzle they got the wrong pieces

Tell a man I don't wear fleeces nor am I, addicted to anything but weed shit
I can't keep tellin' 'em, on the same mums that I can't stop bellin' 'em
Diss a man's mum about her heart, felt ten in her, has she got a baggy pum pum like Elena?
Could've been a liar, no soldiers egging her
Get your boiled eggs on the stove cause I make an advert like I would've wrote bars on the regular
And I still write bars on the regular, you don't see me spitting bars to a predator, you see me in Logic on the editor
When I make my Grime Dot that sound was ahead of you, what does that mean? I'm always ahead of you
You're just a member of public enema, not enemy, you're not my enemy you bred me too much followed my pattern
When deep down you follow my suits like seminal

I hate to take the lie, but you never gonna test with me, no
I read between the lines and Dot is just my son, can't you see he's got the best of me? Yeah
Kill them again, kill one kill two kill three kill four kill five
Kill them again, kill one kill two kill three kill four kill five
Kill them again, kill one kill two kill three kill four kill five
Kill them again, kill one kill two kill three kill four kill five

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