Something New

Right, yes

Another one, it's another one

Right now, right here

Listen up, loud and clear

Clear out your fucking ears

I'm a natural born spitter

No leng, I don't wanna pull no trigger

You won't get shot

But you might get punched with the clipper

You man will get smacked

Backed by a mash and liquor

Blow to the kidney, blow to the liver

Your bars are okay, mine are spliffa

You're big, but you're not Biggie, I'm bigger

You wanna roll up, just look in the mirror

I'm a killer, make a crease like Ben Stiller

I'm a winner, 'cause I know how to deliver

I'm realer, and I make P much quicker

Get richer, he's got a sick flow but my flow's sicker

Blood's thick but I swear he's thicker

Your mates will tell you, you got done up like a kipper

Won't stop clashing him 'til he cries me a river

You wanna be a clone, you wanna be a ringer of me

This is something new for your ears

Nothing old, something new, telling them how it is

You best get to grips

You ain't heard beats or spitters like this

No American accents, straight English

They wanna join the gang, there's a wait in this

We're gonna win this, soon you will witness

We be the victors, you be the victims

They call me the Jet L-E

I spit bars 'cause I used to live life dangerously

Had a little suicide kind of tendency

On my ends I didn't care about much, you see

All seasons, late night drinking

It got me thinking about getting with my big chick but I didn't

I'm making moves first 'cause I've gotta chill later

Got me in a chokehold, wanna get my paper

Which one is greater, life or ambition?

Well I'm on a mission to seek out that wisdom

Read between the lines, you see what's going on

I can't stay blind, need to change the stakes and times

I'm a warrior, sovereign magician and a lover

Represent my team like no one other

I'll smother the mic with the lyrical spray

Clash you anytime, anyway, hombre

This is something new for your ears

Nothing old, something new, telling them how it is

You best get to grips

You ain't heard beats or spitters like this

No American accents, straight English

They wanna join the gang, there's a wait in this

We're gonna win this, soon you will witness

We be the victors, you be the victims

I don't know who told you that you got shit locked

For the last four years we've had the padlocks

From boxes of record, high studio fees

Crates of CDs, now it's merchandise

Man I've got Roll Deep gloves and mask in stock

We're never gonna stop until we've got a few shops

Roll Deep branches like golden arches

Shut your mouth fam, you shot burners on the block

I know, you shot D and Ros

But we've just come back from buying a rakhi and cuz

Up and down the country, no one tryna bump me

You trust me family, you'd love to be where I was

Yes man, it's all music and gash

Improving the stash, all those in the back

Watching for the haters, tryna get around the sides

Front and the rasclart back

This is something new for your ears

Nothing old, something new, telling them how it is

You best get to grips

You ain't heard beats or spitters like this

No American accents, straight English

They wanna join the gang, there's a wait in this

We're gonna win this, soon you will witness

We be the victors, you be the victims

This is something new for your ears

Nothing old, something new, telling them how it is

You best get to grips

You ain't heard beats or spitters like this

No American accents, straight English

They wanna join the gang, there's a wait in this

We're gonna win this, soon you will witness

We be the victors, you be the victims

Bring some of them, bring one of them

And see if me don't ring off me gun again

Rust that gun again, sure me gun again

Still we don't need no friend from none of them

Play them Roll Deep bangers in the club again

And to the hot gyal, get to bring another friend

Yeah I'm on a gyal ting, I don't want another leng

But if it's diss Roll Deep, any one of them

Boy I'm a dead, that means you can't come again

And me and people live and then again

Fuck your equal rights, gimme gun again

Make me squeeze with the nine, come and run again

And if I squeeze on the mic, I'll make you run again

I'll get the P's in the jungle, come again

And if I ease past you'll get a run again

And if it's beef me nah ease if you done again

This is something new for your ears

Nothing old, something new, telling them how it is

You best get to grips

You ain't heard beats or spitters like this

No American accents, straight English

They wanna join the gang, there's a wait in this

We're gonna win this, soon you will witness

We be the victors, you be the victims

Big money sound this rudeboy

No pussyhole can't come play this tune

Seen? International, outernational

Big rasclart money sound rudeboy

Seen?