Class of Deja (feat. D Double E & Ghetts)

Ooh, ooh

Dirty-ty

That's me-me

Bidi-bop-bop

Never pree me, I can see angles

Get money, get snakes by your ankles

Any cobras can get handled

Got nuff real soldiers like Djangos

Bun MC's then bun candles

Keep it on wax, that's an idiot ting

Rather tump man up and don't talk about it

That's an inside box for your handball

Penalty, that's a penalty

Tour bus look like a den of thieves

Champagne shoppin' like, "Ten of each"

Non-stop poppin' to the cemetry

They dun know about me

More time bro like, "Whip yo gun man about me"

They can't come around East

Who's that? Get back, draw for the man

He can't rhyme wid di riddi wit it

I'm gonna kill ya' with the mic, act silly wid it

East End legend like double O-willy with it

Don't dally, don't dilly wit it

No man, I sick lyrics wit it

Grown man on some kiddy business

I do rap, I ran back this shit like Bush King

Can't take away my classics kid

If it's war man, we'll take you to the mattresses

Where were you back then?

Where were you back then?

Man was putting in work on a roof back then

But a few mandem

Swear, no word of a lie, I'm the truth right now

I was the truth back then

Man better call Rooney for some proof right now

Before we do fact checks

Ooh, ooh

Bidi-bop-bop

Man can't try to school me on this

Man can't try to school me on that

Been there, did this and I done

Man been there, did this and I done that

Man ran up houses, ran up in flats

Slapped up dogs and slapped up cats and beef

Man come with this and that

Man can't try to school me about this

Man can't try to school me on that

Been there, did this and I done-

Man been there, did this and I done that

Man ran up in houses, ran up in flats

Slapped up dogs and slapped up cats and beef

Man come with this and that

No love, man are movin'

Bidi-bop-bop

Them think man are bad till man start checking credentials

Wreck instrumentals

They know 'bout the pen game

But man are still leadin' with pencils

They ain't been to the mountain once

Shaolin monk when I step in this temple

Tag team, man see legends assemble

Backseat young could step out with men's tools

Ryus and Kens? Why you with them?

Rudeboy mind where you tread

That's for nights I seen my yute through the lens

That's fisheye belief, don't truth in your rep

And still I reload, do it again

And then deny

Mutual friends wanna ask, "Why did I?"

"What? Why did I?"

Repercussions

Steep when I even somethin'

Five nights, one wap, that's even numbers

Cut it up man, still a reaper coming

See, I'm way too gifted

Kill a MC with bare different flows

Like a killer MC with presence alone

Level and tone

Timeless and definite flows

Ain't train nuff for tek a man's throne

Lek a man know

My man's tekers is cold

Impeccable form

Peaks and levels was born

In East London where weapons get drawn

Big beat levels your corns

Meat cleavers and several swords

Tea geeks, felons and fraud

CV's read and get torn

These demons get levelled with spawn

Bidi-bop-bop

Man can't try to school me on this

Man can't try to school me on that

Cah I've been there, did this and I done

Yeah I been there, did this and I done that

Man ran up in the houses, run up in flats

Slapped up dogs and slapped up, in beef

Man they come with this and

Nah, man can't try to school me on this

Man can't try to school me about that

'Cause I've been there, did this and I done

Yeah, I been there, did this and I done that

Man ran up in the houses, run up in flats

Slapped up dogs and slapped up cats and beef

Man come with this and that

No love, man are movin'

Bidi-bop-bop

Tryna stay outta harms way, but the trouble keeps on missed callin'

Can't wrap me up when I'm home alone

Man he Macaulay me, no Culkin

Live by it, then die by it, plus pussy-o's are informers

That's why all the soldiers keep fallin'

(Oh my God)

Ooh, ooh

Dirty-ty

Thats me-me