Babylon Burner - Roll Deep

Eskiboy, Roll Deep

You know me, listen

You know me, listen!

Big achiever, E2 weaver

Had the first SEGA

Yeah I emerged out of Jungle Fever

Volume one creeper

Roman street sweeper

Don’t get gash by the hour, rudeboy

I get gash by the meter

Wile-house senior

Lemon’ll lean ya', E3 teacher

L-O-N preacher, UK speaker

Trinidad bloodline

East-side that’s where I ride

I’m a leader

East London advertiser reader

Redwood blue-wood

I’m a light sleeper

Stepney Green geezer

Ain’t had shisha

I know Caroline but I don’t know Alisha

I don’t really care if, either one of them

Done a thing with Josh Perry or Peter

My love for them’s nowhere on the meter

Yo

A mi name Riko dan

The London City warlord

Original loaded M16

Them too chatty mout

Me have a lot of clout

And dem say dem have gun for di war but me never see them back them up

And mi gun dem so big

Wha dem a chat about?

What’s dat about?

?

spread rumour

Mek me put a bullet in your head like a tumour

Cancer

But mi nah response ah

Mi’s a old school gangster

Kick off your face

like a lobster

Dem know mi as di scarface mobster

Babylon, worse life

show the war can’t dun

That’s why mi haffi walk with my one

Babylon boy fi stand out when we come around

Because you know they can’t take me for the clone

Us man are road, yeah we are Roll Deep

We nuh have no time fi waste time pon street

Boom!

Boom!

Bare shot man a beat

Cah me is a man, we nah work with MP

Mi nuh like dem, so dem nuh like me

Music for life they can’t take that from me

That nah go work, that nah go happen

Yeah fuck that, that a two words from me

quickly

From you come round the ends and try chat fuckery

Mi’s a man ah move evil pon Babylon boy dem

Skip the ripper are you stupid!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Yeah!

Done with the gun talk friend

What you know about nines and MAC 10s?

Fake MCs jammin' round the bend

Maybe your mother don’t know how to load the skeng

Pricks, are you dreaming?

Only thing you’re bussing is semen

Don’t even stain the ceiling

You should be a mumma’s boy

Hard to clean

You should be a good boy now you smoke green

When I run with the big boys

Play with the big toys

Big money are you ready for the big noise

Come fanatic, talk to the 'matic

Run round and make you flip back like an acrobatic

Spit like a semi

I can make you click like a stitch in the belly

Breeze is very coldhearted

Look what you gone and started

Step up in my face you’ll get your face departed like

OK then!

You never expect to hear me on this one!

Shaysus!

Beware of, but don’t be scared of brree!

Be straight up, be square with brree!

Who does a lot?

I swear it’s brree!

Ask one away brree!

Look over there!

There’s a breh with the same hair as brree!

Don’t bring your hair near brree!

I’ll do a lot, I’ll cut it off

On a level seriously

He can be a nightmare with brree!

No pussy gets spared with brree!

All the girls over there, they’re with brree!

You can’t feel it in the air like brree!

You wanna try fling a chair at brree!

End up hitting a girl next to me

And you feel like the wasteman after

Whilst we are crying with laughter