Skepta - Athlete lyrics

[Intro] Mystry [Pre-Chorus: Skepta] So much food at the table why you wanna act like Judas Everybody puttin' in work and you got bare excuses But when they call your number, where you gonna run I wonder Tie your lace, fix your face, I'm your fitness instructor [Chorus: Goldie1] Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Put him in the backseat Put him in the backseat Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Catch him put him in the backseat Catch him put him in the backseat Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Put him in the backseat Put him in the backseat Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Catch him put him in the backseat Catch him put him in the backseat [Verse 1: Frisco] Yo, I make man run like say he's on the last leg of the relay Run a man way down the road and catch him If I don't you will learn about the action replay MC murderer, make an MC change his title to hurdler Man said it's beef on the menu, cool It's just shells and corn that I'm servin' ya Run up and get done up, I don't play I tun up till I bun up, you don't say Service, I'm in the back of the club with the big batty ting just t**ng Man try jump on the wave, they hate so much 'till it's hurting I make man run like an athlete, you better pray that your stamina's working [Verse 2: Jammer] BBK will live forever, real friends don't die they live together Talking bars we bring the pepper Man wanna meet better bring the cheddar No long ting when I'm talking, turn an MC to an orphan 'Cah we come for the big boy paper And not for the likkle man portion Boy Better Know we're the realest out here, can't see them man they're eating out here The roots ama' deeply seeded out here A lot of my n***as need feeding out here So man are gonna shine right now It's just money on the line right now I keep telling them again but they didn't wanna listen now it's all about grime right now [Verse 3: Wiley] Move humble, the road's where you catch me I'm in an Uber, sat in the backseat Pull up on the block in my right mind 1, 2 zoots got me stoned, high times When it's my time, you best mind out Touch a bu*ton, you're gonna find out No security, no breddin' The circle of bread you man can't get in So, take a look but please don't touch A likkle 'ello and bye was enough My crew are the waviest here More wavy than the waviest hair We bring the vibe we hate to be fair When you step onto the stage all the man get air Make the wrong move, that's long 'Cause I'll roll out with the realest dons [Chorus: Goldie1] Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Put him in the backseat Put him in the backseat Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Catch him put him in the backseat Catch him put him in the backseat [Verse 4: Shorty] We've been out 'ere for ages, finally hit that top spot North London grew up on a hot block, manna' say my bars are top notch Man are popular but not pop, I can tell you what's good fam what's not Aim at the game and we hit the top spot, far from a long shot Backstage looking all hotboxed, we got the ravers buzzing Been chasing done a whole lot of running Celebrate greatness, drinking and bunning Not thinking about times when we didn't have nuttin' We went from nuttin' to suttin', can't be greedy we can't be glutton They didn't wanna let no one in, but we run in Come through gunnin', didn't see that one comin' [Verse 5: Skepta] Once upon a time yeah you could call this a race But I think nowadays you have to call this a chase and we came up with the plan all in a day Yeah, we're too weird, we're too rare All man need is one engineer And they know that's MSM there That's why we got the rest of them scared These kind of riches you can't rob it Stand up in the high road, card in my pocket You don't want it, over the bonnet Trust me I run down Sonic It's not a mix CD if it ain't got "Them Man There", "Man Don't Care" and "Shutdown" on it You don't wanna lose your girl so please don't come around bosses [Verse 6: Jme] Unlimited vibes, vibe can't done, fresh, clean, badman dance When man said run like an athlete fam you better run fast 'cause man can run Chase man around and hop over fences, man's greyhounding Run rings around blocks of houses, run a man down like T-1000 Finesse, won't break a sweat but I'll kick man's back foot make man trip up Stress, talking high pitch like an air hostess You don't want none, you're on your ones Talking about guns, blud hush your gums Fam man ain't dumb, argument done Serious, make a man run, run [Chorus: Goldie1] Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Put him in the backseat Put him in the backseat Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Catch him put him in the backseat Catch him put him in the backseat Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Put him in the backseat Put him in the backseat Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Catch him put him in the backseat Catch him put him in the backseat