From The Drop (feat. Wiley) - Wiley, MJ Cole

Most of them wait for the drop

Not me I’m in straight from the top

Wiley and MJ Cole them

Names are gone ring the bells and then off

I don’t need syrup, I ain’t got a cough

Wanna box, got eight in the loft

I should be on the TV much more

I know I got a face, what’s what

It’s a must to elevate and take that shot

If I score then I’m gonna be at the top spot

My flow, top notch

My lyrics, top notch

Might see me and I ain’t got a watch

And I don’t fear no one, I ain’t gotta watch

Watch what?

Test who?

I ain’t part of a bulletproof vest crew

Cause I walk with God, die when my time’s up

Single file everybody, line up

Turn a new page, get righteous

I’m giving out Zip Files like a virus (like a virus.)

I wanna thank them fans

That knew I had very good plans

Had tons of music album ready

But the label they didn’t understand

I’m on another label, gave me control

I play it like a game in a console

I’m talented, how could you not know

I got a super kryptonite flow

But back to the bars that I wanna hear

Playing at the back of the car

We already know that’s not for the chart

But it’s what I done back at the start

And I still flow smart, heavyweight moments weighing up

Take a cheap shot, stop playing up

That’s what kids do

But you got the whole scene here with you

I’m at the front of the army

You’re a pig in the game, salami

These people try to argue with me all the time

Don’t send me barmy

From no ends could you bar me

Can’t make me bread like a sarnie

Cause I’m out in the club

With the gyaldem looking punani

Go to the straight to the zoo or the Bamboo Club

In my new garms from Armani

I’m a cool guy, R1, R6

Won’t see man wingin' on a Harley

But you will see man in Trench Town

Puffing on the high grade, visit the yard of Bob Marley

Old Volkswagen, all empty

Tell them the Father God sent me

I went from a Uno to a Bentley

I’m a hustler, haters resent me

I tell the soundboy, please don’t tempt me

Your lyrical mind is empty

You got a problem, view your opinions

Might a be a hater, check all the symptoms

If I’m getting better in the game

Them man are slacking, why the hell should I bring them?

It’s my kingdom, what are you thinkin'

Link a lot of girls so that’s what I’m thinkin'

Run up on the stage, drop one hook

«Where's My Brother» get a reload, that’s what I’m thinking' (where's my

brother)

I’m the in thing, ask anyone who

Is in tune to the music I do

Give me a distinction, I raise the level up

High, believe me even you don’t want to

I move ghost like Olu and Dimples

Keepin' it plain and simple

For the urban scene, I’m a symbol

Prove you can do it, money, jingle

Paper — chasing, in a a car racing

One of them big boys sets with the bass in

In a meeting bring the briefcase in

Full of dough like Puffy and Mase and

A little while back when Bad Boy ruled

Thirty-one years I’ve already been schooled

I didn’t wanna end up in beef but my name’s already been called

Don’t be fooled, most of them wait for a path

While I’m out here, just taking a chance

It make take long to make it — for some

For others — it might go fast

I’m like Sherlock Holmes, use a little strategy

And break your bones in half

Don’t roll with a mask

If I know I gotta complete one there’s no long ting

Cause I roll to the task

DIY, I’m fed up with asking

You gonna see me on the stage when I’m passing

Interview on the TV I’m laughing

Never Mind the Buzzcocks’ll make your whole

Household laugh when i’m doing my cast in

Tell 'em I put a hundred percent (and a hundred percent.)

They only put half in

I’m the one who’s laughing

Some days I don’t eat nothing, fasting

My A-List team’s gonna last in the game

The same as Roll Deep, charting

My mentor, I flew past him

Cause he didn’t wanna live like a Martian

Now I bet he wishes that he was here

Right now with the team, laughing