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Back 2 Back - Skepta/Fred again..

Lyrics by：Skepta/Fred Gibson/Peter Livingston

Composed by：Skepta/Fred Gibson/Peter Livingston

Produced by：Skepta/Fred again../Darcy Lewis

Open up your bedroom door

Let your mum hear this

Introduce her to the music

Yeah

Dem way there I wear my own garms

Man see me on road and want arms

Tell them shut your mouth there's no qualms

Tell them shut your mouth there's no qualms

Tell them shut your mouth you're not bad

No you can't son me never ever lost in a clash you're mad

Try to diss me on my family tree alright

We could go dad for a dad

Oi Skepta why you murkin' so many MCs?

'Cause they don't know about grease

I was really in the field with the G's

We were dissin' out waps on trees

My first wap came in a boxin' glove

Got my second one for some weed and P's

Why lie? Tell me the reason please

That ain't gon' impress me 'cause

Real recognise real recognise real recognise real recognise real

I'm so real they recognise me in Winch more Hill

Primrose Hill Brixton Hill

You're not a bad boy and I'ma die on that hill

'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause

Real recognise real recognise real recognise real recognise real

I'm so real they recognise me on wave and trap

They recognise me on grime and drill

You not a bad boy and I'ma die on that hill

Allow it man

I wanna get my bar out man

Nah I wanna get my bars out please

No more wheel-ups man

Please man

Young SK I was goin' insane

To go radio I had to walk in the rain

Tell me what you know about surf in the train?

No illogical thinkin' had stress on the brain

One time I had to murk eight MCs

Bettin' me money they won't test me again

Before I did fit pics I been a lyricist

Had to make 'em put some respect on my name

Like oi Skepta why you murkin' so many MCs?

That was the word on the curb

I don't bend so how can I get curved?

Private jet I was flyin' with your bird

Every other lyric you're talkin' about guns

Man you ain't got straps stop lyin' you're a nerd

Said you was a bad boy blud say word

I went to your ends that's not what I heard

Dem way there I wear my own garms

Man see me on road and want arms

I still got step on my 1's. I'm so calm

You talkin' like you know the drillers you not cons

Tell them shut your mouth there's no qualms

Tell them shut your mouth there's no qualms

Talkin' 'bout crashin' out you're not Swarmz

Real recognise real dem boy do me no harm

The nurse that brought me will recognise me when I'm 40 like I'm so real

From Australia all the way to Brazil

I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. still

Don't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill

Your drink might spill end up in the mosh pit hands in your grill

Flow so sick you might need a NyQuil

Real recognise real recognise real recognise real recognise real

I'm so real they recognise me in Winch more Hill

Primrose Hill Brixton Hill

You're not a bad boy and I'ma die on that hill

'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause

Real recognise real recognise real recognise real recognise real

I'm so real they recognise me on wave and trap

They recognise me on grime and drill

Go on then go on then go on then

Skepta or slash bad man Tim

All day long grind don't get twisted

You see two decks in the mix off

I see the bigger picture don't test me