Wiley - Bad Em Up lyrics

[Speaking - Wiley] What, what, what newcomer yeah? What, newcomers? What? Trying a ting, trying a ting? Ey right now it's Eskiboy You know me, big up all the Roll Deep ma**ive all day Hold tight Michalis It's all real, what is he trying a ting? Newcomer yeah? [Verse 1 - Wiley] Who me? I'm a legend I got stripes you can never get Do you know whats stored in my memorex So much, I smoke lemons I can't get vex, start licking off tech's I'm a nine life boy, not a nine wife boy Looking for cheques, I'll run upon your set quick And you don't know why I get angry Every time I see you, you're on some other flex And I won't get the chances my brother gets But I can teach him still, I'm educated World wide music, I'm highly rated Got a block of cheese and grated I've never faded, even when my house got raided I'll bounce right back like a badman Grands in weeks, that's what I was making I got a few concerns just as long as I'm bading [Hook - Wiley] Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once If you wanna come and take man for a dunce I've been on the grind for a hundred months And I ain't stopped doing music, not once Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once If you wanna come and take man for a dunce I've been on the grind for a hundred months And I ain't stopped doing music, not once [Verse 2 - JME] A new MC's born every weekend But you're not ready for me so buckle up Don't get rude, man will shut him up Standard procedure, serious, bad 'em up Got on the mic and lyrically rough 'em up Shu-hut-yer-muh, you're not rough enough Make you jam like Matt LaMont, you can't scuff I'm old school like Karl Tuff Enuff You're new school, you're not aggy JME badman yeah I'm aggier I go to Berlin, Sweden, Malia Napa, France, pockets get baggier I make dough while you're on the radio Going mad but you're not mad enough Boy Better Know that I'm aggier Make so much P's you can't add 'em up [Hook - Wiley] Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once If you wanna come and take man for a dunce I've been on the grind for a hundred months And I ain't stopped doing music, not once Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once If you wanna come and take man for a dunce I've been on the grind for a hundred months And I ain't stopped doing music, not once