The Last Skeptik - Track One lyrics

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The Last Skeptik - Track One lyrics

[Hook] Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo They say "who's that guy?" Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo "Oh, that geezer must be" Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo They say "who's that guy?" Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo "Oh, that geezer must be" [Verse 1] Listen, I can't clear this, doesn't mean you can't hear this This is the release of the year, kids Keep friends nearest, them other guys fear this Word is [?] or I'll pierce it No Brosnan, I did it, no problem My manor's on the map, if you didn't know Hoxton You won't even have to do the boring homework, n***a I've got it covered like insurance brokers I stuffed Shoreditch full of dark, raw sh** No jokes in the booth like a pa**port pic n***as asked for this, this is hardcore, b**h Get to stepping if you wanna hear dancefloor hits I'm one of those flagrant speakers, a blatant demon You'd think I came from Satan's semen Dropped a few weapons so maybe you've seen 'em But I've saved an arsenal like David Seaman [Hook] Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo They say "who's that guy?" Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo "Oh, that geezer must be" Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo They say "who's that guy?" Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo "Oh, that geezer must be" (Skeptik, you filthy ba*tard) [Bridge] They want more, it ain't enough Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo They want more, it ain't enough Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo They want more, it ain't enough Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo They want more, it ain't enough Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo [Verse 2] Listen, yo, this verse is sort of reminiscent Of what happens whenever wrecking balls are sent on missions Put wack MCs into rubble, till all of them are missing If I record a demo, it's short for demolitions Smoke the pengest spliffs when I rhyme, but your eyes get the picture I'm the definition of high and high-definition Then I've got these MCs that'll never reach my pixels Trying to make me bred 'em like a recipe for schnitzels I'm f**ing ride-or-die, you're a Disneyland attraction I'm sh**ting on your lyrics with my Instagram captions I'm coming for the money like my s** got pricey And once I'm through the door, the f**er's getting locked behind me Then I'll hide the keys like I'm trying to sneak a laptop in This is just a cheese like I don't mind if pizzas lack toppings I'll scream "f** the world" and dig a hole for myself Till it's deep enough for me to stick my medium black co*k in [Bridge] They want more, it ain't enough Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo They want more, it ain't enough Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo They want more, it ain't enough Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo They want more, it ain't enough Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

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