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it's all fun and games, till!, hail up the east london massive, south london, north london, west london, fire!, this ain't your place, this ain't your race, you're not a g on the mic, yeah that's waste, i've been alive in the game for the last great hype, but nobody knows your face in these times, are you serious?, these times are treacherous, you ain't hearing us, never seen the last spitter who stopped for too long, hop on the mic and step near to us, i'm steady on them it's a'ight, would you really want the mic is, course you got a hype for the nisai, i'm not a prick i will out your lizai, turn the chains, spitters ain't getting no strizaips, i'm like water, flowing through your prizaips, supplying the homes, and you need these lizaits, been here before, been here for sure, i been here for beef, i been here for dope, and if a war i connect all four, like cities on a tour, not a shit spitter, witty but i'm raw, i never see another spitter kick another door, they be sleeping on the floor when i rip another door, suck your mum cause, that's what i want to say, so what do you want to do blood? what do you want to say?, like "what did he say?", that's what i said, you know i never pet to get a sound boy dead, gimme a plus one i roll with the, sklakum!, i got money and a brain, i pack 'em!, i asked d double e if i'm bad on the mic, if he ever said no i will clap him!, i ain't lying, everybody want to kill me off, i ain't dying, stop trying, stop running your mouth, and stop lying, i ransack everybody's house, walk out and tell my hood dons, "it's your time to fly in", look how my life's been, you ain't gotta see the life i seen but you dream, i believe and i just can't leave, and you're just a distant memory mc, i be like, "please", god knows we ain't the same pedigree or degree, so i say "why me?", yeah cause it's me, plus at no time at all will i ever be a fool, if me and you ain't cool back your tool, cause i don't want to see anybody act the fool, don't need anybody to come and clap the tool, oh god i'm like "oh gosh", come a long way from the old shops, i just want to flow off, i think i hate but i known of, when it gets down to spitting i don't prolong, i don't brag but i'm badder than them, i might seem sane but i'm madder than them, hail up my people sat in the pen, it's an e3 kid and i'm back in the ends, when i'm up and my band's back in the benz, on the way to west london, catching the thames, i catch a vibe when i'm back at my friends, i do a bit of this a bit of that in the end, i say "it's all fun and games, you're nothing on earth", half of these people are bluffing on earth, i didn't know how to handle praise, well that's why i started puffing on earth, i know skunky the monkey, and high-grade bless, not registering tire, i mean highgate sess, high-grade sess, cause, my name's wiley, i'm the best, yes!, i kick your head and curve it like beckham, and i control the mic fight like tekken, bet you thought you were winning for a second, 'till i ran and put it better than a spitter in a second, i'm a teacher, i teach you a lesson, murk them at my own discretion, and i tell everybody, i'm not the only one whose life on earth got messing, your flow's borrowed, i get a lot of things, but mainly get followed, we can be grown men about this, or we can be children, you will get hollowed, your flow's borrowed, i get a lot of things in life, but get followed, we can be grown men about this, or we can be children about this, you will get hollowed!, yeah!, its all fun and games, tell!, volume 1