Lyrics:

ROUND 1


Oh is it me? Alright. Yeah, alright... When does it come? Louis, who's tune's this? Yo, yo
Yo, Bill
When I spit, I spit to kill
Spit fire, set alarms, you know the drill
Entire crew armed, you know the drill
Brain games - if you wanna play, you know I will
Will spit rounds and run clowns out of town
Clique don't like when they hear the click, it gets nasty
Draw chit chit coming nasty
Click, click, coming nasty
Don't put it past me
Yo, I can be nasty
Nudge that boy that's trying to walk past me
Blast me, never blast me, can't class me
With these other MCs I'm N.A.S.T.Y
And I do it my way, do it smartly
Soon come, soon bun down the whole party
No time for the badminds tryna dart me
Can't harm me, N.A.S.T.Y is the army

Oi Kane
Lemme see if you're real or fake Kane
Wait Kane, lemme see if you're carrying weight, Kane
Oi Kane, I heard you, and you're gonna pay Kane
Tryna mislead people, that's wrong Kane
I'm coming up with the goods and I'm better than you Kane
I roll with the bass, so I'm heavy Kane
You can never ever say that I'm not ready Kane
I would bury Kane
I pop your girlfriend's cherry Kane
I pop
Like a .38 special, I'm ready Kane
Serious, watch how you move, step steady Kane
Your girl's nipple tastes like Strawberry, Kane
Who's got , Willy is real
I'll show you the real deal Kane
Who's got , Willy is real Kane
I'll show you the real deal Kane


Yo spray, I'm a K-A
You gotta raise your game, you're losing fame
Who's to blame, K-A's to blame
And Kane can't be tamed
I get dirty too, I spit a four-bar and merk your 32
Welcome to the game, who invited you?
I never welcomed, I invited myself
Say no more, let my flow speak for itself
I kill, spit and say no more, let the doc speak for your health
When you see Kano, you see an empty shelf
See Kane, never see an empty pocket
See beef, never see me not on it
I see a chance, and they never see me run from it
I'm advanced
Draw for any weapon at any chance, many weapons
Got a link from France, don't let me get 'em
Just think why my attitude stinks
Last chance to pick your war lottery number
Draw .44, .38, and a .9 in order
Time to slaughter
I'll put your spine out of order
I'm out of order
So I ordered a GAT with A-K on it
To draw like I do when the girls see me in a hat with a 'K' on it
Pray Kane's on it
Beef? Pussyhole
Pray Kane's off it

What Kane? Now you have to stop Kane
If you cross Willy then you're gonna flop Kane, drop Kane
You're not a hot-shot, Kane
You're a punk and I know it, Kane
I'm gonna write you off Kane
And if you've got something to say
You better say it right now, or you go right now Kane
Coming up from the hood, Kane
And it's Wiley, I'm live in the place, Kane
Yo, yeah, my name's Wiley, I'm Grime
And try see it, you won't get beside
You won't get by or go past me, don't put it past me
You will never ever out-last me
You're not as fast as me, they can't blast me
No sound boys woulda ever out-classed me
Me and my crew will blaze them quickly
You see, Wiley, I'll slew you quickly


I can see, but looking at your chain, it's white
So feel free to tuck it in beneath at night
'Cause I might eat you, I can make a meal of ice
And if I eat you, that's enough to feed me twice
It won't be nice to see me, to see me nice
'Cause when you see me, there will be at least a knife
And you can't be me, 'cause I'm with at least a price
Of a Merc, an X5, Jeep, and a bike
And I'll merk you rolling with your wife and your ride
My eyes are too big for my belly
I want it all - telly and all
Score notes, blue notes, and tenners and all
Pinkys, oh what, you got pinkies but no brains?
I'll take off pinky rings with no shame and take off
Act like they're mine and fake floss and shine
Like perfect teeth when they're flossed

You're not real Kane, can't pull the wool over
You fake nigga, better pull over
I roll deep and my academics over
I make the riddims MCs sound good over
You won't see what I've done 'til next year
And next year I'll be in the next year approaching the year after that
I'm futuristic and I'm quantum leaping
There's no defeating round here, I'm not a loser
Losing it, that isn't me
Success - that's me
Money boy - that's me
I'm from E3, L-O-N, G-T-B, yep
I've seen things I weren't meant to see
But now it's on top, you was meant to be, yep
I've slewed you eventually, safe
I got a lucky break in the scene, safe
But I'm only here to make papes, so...

ROUND 2


Yeah! Hold tight Stryder. I'm gonna bring you to slew someone in here
Okay, let's go...
You couldn't test me and my crew on a level
Kano couldn't slew me on a level
I'm a pro, I wouldn't have that on a level
If you heard that, it's just a rumour on a level
The level of MCing has gone up a level
I'm still around, still heavy on a level
And I war with the top boys on a level
Merking, bare face now on a level
I'm going for the levels of flowing and I flow rapid
Who's that, Willy the kid, I bust rapid
I bust a cap in a Sound boy who thinks he's rapid
I clamp down on MCs, they can't hack it
If my flow goes missing, track it down
If an obstacle comes, slap it down
And I told you before, I swing anybody round
Anybody from any town will get swung around


Yo, yo, yo...
I'm gonna take it to another level now
Make it stack, don't settle down
Kano spread around, raise the stakes
I make papes, don't pet around
You can see that N.A.S.T.Y don't pet around
You and me are not close, I'm the true sound
Take you out, how's the crew sound?
Boys love girls, breakthrough sound
How's the tune sound? It's a new sound
Cruise round to the new sound in your car
News round, I'm a newfound young star
'Round town I'ma get down for the dough
Run rings around amateurs and pros
K-A slash Kano slash crash the show
I stash mash 'til the heat gets cold
I splash out when my tunes are sold
Won't rest 'til my tunes are sold
I won't rest 'til my plaques are golden
I won't rest 'til my paper folds
I won't rest for the paper
It's so over, N.A.S.T.Y bound to take over
New tunes and new moves, so move over
No room for you soon, so move over
No room to improve, that's you over
N.A.S.T.Y will last the longest, 'cause we're the strongest team
No pushover


Who's bringing it, bringing it? Not Kano
Who's doing it, doing it? Not Kano
Who's running it, running it? Not Kano
Who's a bad boy round here? Not Kano
Who's doing it, doing it? Not Kano
Who's running it, running it? Not Kano
Is it, is it jumping yeah? Nah. Okay, let's go again
Yo, I be the boy who keeps the beats banging
And if it's beats without bass, it's still banging
And flows and rhymes are at a higher level
Sorry blud, I can't see you on my level
So, who flopped? You're gonna get popped
I rock the whole block from here to Bangkok
What, what, me and my crew, we're way too hot
Leave them in shock, we can't be stopped
Well I'm raw, you can't see me anymore
Everyday I never stay low to the floor
Before you wanna test my crew, you better be sure
Ready for me to blow up your sector
Them boy nah ready for the war
We draw the chainsaw in a lyrical war
And I bet you never knew I had a key to the door
So boy fi get blazed with the 4x4


I'm from the hood but it's just home
And there ain't no place like Home Sweet Home
There's a whole heap of heat on the street
Some plastic and some chrome
I'm old school like classics
I love a one on one, but I can play gun on gun
Some talk a good game but they ain't practical
And they won't clap the tool
I'll clap old niggas, I'll clap niggas in School
If they don't wanna play gun to mum
Let's play knife to wife, I'll stab bitches, I'm cruel
Why waste a clip? I'm poor
But if it's war, I might roll up to the whip
Open doors and hold up your bitch
When I force open fire, back off if you've got a back-off 'cause you might get holes in your hips
Respect the fire or respect me
If you're repping for the hood then you represent me
And I be where 50 Cent be
'In Da Club' with no bub' just some Hennesy and benners of weed
I'm bad breed
Watch your back if you stay ahead of me
Can't come back, be prepared, just know that
I ain't scared, just know that
I bust through the little holes in your creps where your toes at
So you little hoes, mind your step
I hold that, once I start, I can't hold back
Who's gonna hold me back once I start?
You crazy? I'll shut you up with a dum-dum you baby
put a heater to his head and sing rock-a-bye baby


K-A-N ain't shotting no O's
K-A-N can't roll with the pros
K-A-N can't buss up the shows
K-A-N ain't ready for the roads
K-A-N ain't washed no O's
K-A-N ain't shotting no O's
K-A-N can't flow with the pros
K-A-N ain't ready for the flows but
It's Wiley, I'm getting 'em hyper
I get 'em wetty like a baby diaper
Run up on a riddim, the lyrical sniper
I'll bad a boydem for flashing lighter
It's gun season, millimetre
Who want fa test them get defeater
We bun fire 'pon all informer
We bun them with the
Kano wants to get lairy
I wind up a yout', I make him get wary
'Cause you don't know me
And you won't know me
And you can't tell me shit
I'm an OG and your girl should know me...


Alright, don't watch it, don't watch it, don't watch it
Round 3 yeah
That was very hot, that was very hot
It's level!
Alright, alright, alright


Oi, blud, put that camera on me for a sec
Oi, listen
This is Escobar, cuz
If I ever any pricks bootlegging this shit tryna do their own shit
I'll merk you, I'll merk you
This is real, this is in the streets
You get me? Pussyhole, I'll make you son of mine
Suck your mum as well

ROUND 3


Yo, yo, yo...
I'm hot and you've been here longer than me
But you can't hold it up longer than me
I can't fail, I'm original like Werther's
I got these cats nervous, they're biting their nails 'cause of me
Take a back seat, 'cause of me
N.A.S.T.Y, sound of the street
The streets talk then let the streets talk
If the streets eating then grab me a fork
I'ma do what I have to
'Til I'm wealthy I'ma sell what I have to
'Til I'm wealthy I'ma chase what I have to
Take whose girl I have to, slap whose face I have to
I'm gonna burst, I have to
Can't see it any other way
Can't do it any other day
K-A just might switch and turn to the A-K


Listen up, Kane
Willy's coming up, Kane
Start fucking it up, Kane
People chucking it up, Kane
Running up your trap, Kane
Who makes the gunshots clap, Kane?
If you listen to the tape-pack, Kane
I got twenty riddims in the shop, Kane
Who's a hot-shot, Kane?
E3 nigga, big block, Kane
Who runs the country? Will, Kane
Who made this flow? Think it was me, Kane
Tiger? Me, Kane
You can't see me, Kane
Watch, here I go, Kane
Lyric, dem a fresh, Kane
Crep, dem a fresh, Kane
Lyrics dem a fresh again
Yo, yo, yo I fumbled there, I did fumble, I fumbled. You carrying on? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let me carry on, alright, okay, here we go. Listen...
So, listen up again
Willy's coming up again
Start fucking it up again
People chucking it up again
Running up your trap again
Who makes the gunshots clap again?
If you listen to the tape pack again
Got twenty riddims in the shop again
Who's a hot-shot again
E3 nigga, pink block again
Who runs the country? Will again
Who made this flow? Think it was me again
Tiger? Me again
Can't see me again
Watch how I go again
Lyrics dem a fling again
Crep? Fresh again
Draw two gal again
I got sticky-icky again
It's not safe again
Strap on the waist again
When I go a certain place again
They can't look in my face again
I'm winning the race again
Bust my case again
Setting the pace again


Yo. Let me break it down. Yo, yo
I love the hood and I ain't talking 'bout jumpers
I'm talking about rolling in numbers
Shotters, shooters and dumpers
Glocks for setups from punters pop
So step up, confront us
Papers pray, we prey, but we're some serious hunters
Midday, we have some serious lunches
If it's needed, we spray, we play, we got some monsters among us
Seen in Boxsters and Hummers
Making thousands from hundreds
Turning thousands to mils with .9 mils
Like us or lump us
We make them numbers with a comma in it
We make that beef without a döner in it
That's honest shit, but
Fuck that William Wallace shit
Under pressure, you'll crack like eggs
So when the weapons in your face, you're on some omelette shit
That's why I'm on it but I watch who I work with
Everyday shotters get merked by who they're moving the work with
I make moves if it's worth it
When I move, I move perfect
Hoods, gloves, if you're from the hood show us love
Represent

ROUND 4


Okay, yo, okay
I hear Kano making a wrong turning
Turn back, carry on, keep learning
It took me years, blud, and I'm still learning
But now I'm earning, they can't say nothing
Stop bluffing or you might get butted up
Definitely hotted up, if you touch mic and try run it up
I'm like the sun is down and it rises up
And if they wanna clash me? Wile' em up
No more smiling up
Willy is climbing up
On stage, you won't ever see me miming up
Now I'm cleaning up
Girls are dreaming up
Straight from the gutter, Roll Deep, teaming up
See me and my crew in the corner, leaning up
Listen to the style and flow, heating up
You will get beaten up
They can't keep it up
You didn't see me, now you just heard me creeping up


Will, I told you
Don't put it past me
I soon come, soon bun down a whole party, alie?
You know that I'm spitting the truth
And on tunes, spit hits in the booth
You can't stop K
A bligh, that's what I'm giving these fools
I'm paused, now I'm playing 'em
Kano's spraying 'em
My mind's set on money, of course
To new fools some are taking 'em
Kano's breaking 'em
You know say, Kano's making 'em
Look like anything
They're making weak riddims with a hook, that's anything
They don't swing 'cause my hook hits any chin
They don't bring it
My gameplans gonna win, of course
No MC can push me, of course
No lump-sum can make me turn force
Running this all day
K, coming to school these fools
Who's winning the race?
Who's blowing up in the shorter space of time?
Who's known up in the country line for line?
Fucks it up with a rhyme from time to time?
I've got no time for funny styles, see my money in a funny pile
What's funny now?
Break bread, eat dough, big tummy now
And yeah we don't trust funny style
Willy bust gun for the...


They don't care about Wiley
But everyday hearing my name, you're not forgetting me
Not by a longshot brother, I'm gone
Still in your face so you can see what I'm on
I'm on a big scale, won't fail, standing up strong
Won't see me in your estate for ages
I come around, stay for a little while then I'm gone
Touch your ends for two minutes then I'm gone
I'm gone now, it's on now, singing my song now
Your girlfriend knows what I'm on now
Always tryna show me her phone now
Well if we get it on, I'll be doing you a little wrong now
I'll be doing you a wrong
I'm out of order, out of order, MCs in the game - I fear no one
Care not, who's who, do what you gotta do
I fear no one, I care about nothing
Well, don't want the other end of my phone bluffing about the other end puffing
Let's see who's ducking
If I ever start bussing it up again
Don't wanna ever have to start bussing it up again
When I see my shadow on the road in the backstreet and the weather's getting cold again
'Cause I'm possessed on my road again
So now when you see me on the road again, you better...


From lamppost to lamppost we run the roads
So war, that's right up my street, that's my cup of tea
Heat, that's right in
We're all from the street
We're all from violent crime, theft, and stress
Playing with K-A? That's B-S
Put a bullet in your screwface, double-o P-S
Let me just address
Down below, we rest
The underground taking over the overground
All over town, Kano's in the picture now
Want no amount less than a long figure now
Kano won't amount to nothing
Another broke nigga puffing away his money 'til the smoke kill him
Who's him? I'ma be king, I'ma be doing this 'til I'm crowned kingpin
See me doing this oversea
Runaway with the game, if you want it back, find me
From city to city, from town to town
From lamppost to lamppost we run the roads
From Tecs to nines, from nines to macs
From Mac-10s to mad friends
We got the most
City to city, from town to town
From lamppost to lamppost we run the roads
From Tecs to nines, from nines to Macs
From Mac-10s to mad friends
We got the most

FINAL FIGHT


Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm the bro with the long P's
Cold like short sleeves in the cold breeze
Fold like two G's in my old jeans
Sold like two G's, soon the LP
Rep the street
Upset the beast
The heat between your teeth make you sweat a stream
It's best you get lean
Forget your fears, shed tears
Nightmares replace your dreams
It's not as sweet as it seems
Need to all bade
Paid, live life sweet like Koolaid
Cool J, remember this time from school days
Knock it out 'cause my mama said like Cool J
Since kids always love the road
Scalextric in my household
Way too sick for Calpol
Roll with a trick up my sleeve
Yeah I'll fight this chief with a prick up my sleeve
Ducking and weave
What can I see?
Two mini-me's so I'm looking for a buffers to breed
Lucky for me, my tight flow equals P's
Paper, pussy, Prada, you heard right
Break mics so I get pussy at first sight
First sight, I look lightweight
Tell 'em I'm lightweight
I fight first, see how many faces my right breaks
Or we can rhyme, see how many verses I take


In any crew
I'm looking for the top boys in any crew
If you're a top boy in your crew, I want you
If you're not a top boy in your crew, then what you doing?
Where's the best MCs in your crew?
I'm looking for the best MCs in your crew
We're gonna blaze the best MCs in your crew
If you're not the best MC, blud, what you doing?
What you doing?
You better check what you're doing
This ain't your game rudeboy, what you doing?
What you doing?
Wiley kat won't stop slewing
What you doing?
Just don't know what you doing
Go home, sit down, better think what you're doing
If you come around me, well, that's constant slewing
And I heard that trouble was brewing
If you're not top boy, you better check what you're doing
What you saying, I'm spraying,
Everyday I'm on road, all day
Won't have a bar, rudeboy, what you saying?
Constant spraying
Had enough, now I ain't playing
What you saying?
What'd you think, that I can't hear what you're saying?
Come on the mic and start spraying and saying what you're saying
After that, then I will come on mic and I will start re-spraying
What you saying?


Yo, bring your games
If you wanna play games
War games, love games
Let's kick it off
Lyrics, verses, beats and tunes
I write my own so you can't ever write me off
You're looking at the master
Playing mind games with the master
Mastered basslines coming from the sampler
Harder, work harder for the Prada
Plastic, sell plastic for the payslip
K-A thing, diamond bling
Sell plastic, platinum start swinging
Get dough, then soon girls start ringing
Liking me, they never wanted me
It's K-A's time to bad mind
Write my rhymes and mind my own business
Turn the tables, Kano will spin this
Wishing you would have noticed me now
K-A's blowing up road
K-A-N, shotting them O's
K-A slash Kano with the flow again
You can't catch Kano, there I go again
Gash, Kano's got a batch of them
Papes, Kano's got a stack of them
Got a latch on them
Niggas watching my cash coming
Got a mash for the niggas that's too masculine


I'm hearing my name, they're saying my name
I'm still street, playing the game, I'm hot in the game
I'm not asleep, wide awake, I'm running the game
My name's Wiley, I'm the Eskimo boy, yo
I'm hearing my name, they're saying my name
I'm still street, playing the game, running the game
I'm not asleep, wide awake, I'm hot in the game
My name's Wiley, I'm the Eskimo boy
I keep the beats banging
If it's beats without bass, it's still banging
Yep, flows and rhymes are at a higher level
Sorry blud, I can't see you on my level
I'm going for the levels of flow and I flow rapid
'Cause, who's that? Willy the kid, I bust rapid
I bust a cap in a sound boy who thinks he's rapid
I clap down MCs and they can't hack it
If my flow goes missing then I track it down
If an obstacle comes then I slap it down
I told you before, I swing anybody round
Anybody from any town will get swung around
It's the E to the S-K-I-M-O
You can't flow like the E to the S-K-I-M-O kat
And I don't war boy, I'm from Bow boy
I'ma eat through your boy so...


You best believe that it's gutter
I got .9 mils still, best believe it's not butter
The best of me, still to come
I only cock back, once I pull, it's a wrap
'Cause you're actors and bad at that
There's no point getting mad at Mac
It might point at you, how 'bout that?
I got cats and no pets, that's funny
'Cause my foods the best like mummy's
And that ain't crap
I beat up niggas that ain't strapped
Heat up niggas that's too sweet
Clean cut niggas, that ain't right
But I'm the 'kick you while you're down type'
Type to check your pockets after the fight
You're damn right
I write like a Jew, my flow's damn tight
And now it's up to you to get my grands right
But I'm a master, listen
I've been around since master system
Been around the block, avoided prison
Been around Glocks, cops and robbers
Been around rocks and lot of shotters that bypass the system
Pass by the skies
'Cause we buy glass that's tinted
Make guys pass out and die
That cut eyes like you're hinting that you want me to pull the trigger back
So move from the ride
'Cause it depends if I'm peckish, I'll eat
I got a fetish for P's
To get a Big Mac for beef without lettuce and cheese
We're not letting them breathe, they get wetted with ease
Fuck begging them, please
They get lead in them
Ten in the knees
We got .10s with us
Cock to bust
We can squeeze at ten of 'em
Macs and mags, that's reality for me to see G's like Gucci bags
Guns the future, guns the present, guns the past
Bullets will bust your arse, your bottles just glass
I'm a G for gangster, you stand for grass
Don't stand a chance at being a gangster
Me and a gangster might creep by your whip
Knock-knock, click-click, bust shots at your wig
What can you do?
I'm getting brutal, they're getting moved to while they're in neutral
Where can you move to?


You can try and clash me, I will show you how it's changed
I'm hitting balls far like I'm on a Golf range
I'm the Eskimo boy living in the ice age
I'm a street boy, living in the streets of rage
You can plot or plan, I will show you who I am
Who I am, 'cause before I was a boy, now I'm a young man
Your times up, sit down, you're not a badman
If you go against me then bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, I'm from the same place, wake up
I'll make you run, I'll make you bleed, I'll make you shake up
If you're not involved, tryna get involved then wait up
Watch, I'll make your whole crew shake up
Who's prang now?
Yo, you got the shakes, yo, and only fakes get the shakes
When you're sending for your backup then you're sending for them snakes
And me and them snakes haven't ever been a fake, so