Skepta - Aim Higher lyrics

Oi quit smoking weed yeah
Uppin' the levels yeah, producing the beats
Writing the lyrics
One take,  Jme,  serious, hold
Tight all the waste MCs
All the people wasting their time
You're not a musician, stop
What you're doin', shut ya mout'
Yeah, I couldn't sell this
I gotta give this out for free
This is some vital information that I
Want everybody to take in
You get what I'm saying?
There's nothing wrong
With wanting to be a MC's bredrin
Or being the DJ but just leave it to us

That's why I rep Boy Better Know
There's no better boys
You don’t wanna see JME getting annoyed
When he starts shouting Boy Better Know
It’s not a laugh and joke so
If you wanna play a game
Boy better go get a toy
When I said Boy Better Know
Man should've knew I never said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
So I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
Book a flight to New York for no reason
A nigga wants to buy a CD I'm selling it
Go to the radio give out
The phone line number
Niggas in Brooklyn are belling it
The grime sound I’m spreading it
I know I’ve got a big head innit
You better mind I don’t come to your show
Hot 97 it

Just remember I was a DJ yeah
Skepta I was mixing rudeboy, yeah
And I will Hot 97 your show
I've been MCing for a year and a piece
Flown to 25 different countries I've
Always been the top, always been the best
Oi Wiley lend me this for a second

I've been on top for a year
Non-stop for a year
So hot for a year, I can stop for a year
And come back to the game and say go on then
Then I'm back to the top for a year
MCs wanna see me flop for a year
So they can sit in my spot for a year
But when I came to the game
My plan was to hold it for
A lifetime not for a year
I'm top 3 selected, cuzzy I'm peaking
Wake up a bit you're sleeping
It's Skepta the public are feeling
I make a tune on Monday
By Tuesday it's leaking
I'm peaking, people, I'm peaking
Promoters pay the price I'm peaking
I'm playing with pure P's I'm peaking
Pick up the pace poomplex, I'm peaking

Cuz I spit the P's
Can you hear the P's I'm spitting
You man ain't spitting P's cuz
I'm an artist bruv
I'm here to make music, good music
I'm an artist I'm not here to
Chat about mash and all that
That's what you lot think here, oi, oi blud

Blud I said I don't wanna send
An MC to the doctors
I wanna win a MOBO then go for the Oscars
Guys don't wanna hear that part they pay
More attention to gun in the boxers
Before you think that I think
That I'm some mash man
I buss bare gun but I ain't Batman
My point is when it kicks off boy
Better know I'm gonna bang man
I don't bang bang all day every day
I'm a famous grime star that's bait
But shoot my mate, snitch or violate
I will ride and bang like a
Pornstar on a first date
So when you see me don't hate
Jump on a tune and we can collaborate
Bare rice and peas to eat on the
Plate but don't ever try to intimidate
Cause when I'm wearing a glove
Boy Better Know I've got some sort
Of firearm in my pocket
If I don't send for the bucky and pop it
Send for the taser
Put it on a pussy and shock it
Don't care who's saying stop it
You're lucky that the little
Pussy didn't get, go on then!

ASAP, Skepta (Shut up)
Oi calm down, calm down
It's a positive message I'm trying to send
Like some people must think that it's not
In my place to say this but i'm just tryna
I've got asthma I could die tomorrow
You get what I'm saying, like
I could just die
But I just wanna let people know
You don't have to MC
It's only certain people with a gift
Like just leave it to us
Like you've only got one life
Don't waste it on trying to be this MC badman
You put in way too much money
And it's just not coming back!
It's just, it's just not
Fair on your parents
You get what I'm saying
Just give them a break
Like I'm sorry to say this
But I just gotta be cruel to be kind man
Skepta
Uppin' the levels yeah, producing the beats
Writing the lyrics
One take, Jme, serious, hold tight
All the waste MCs
All the people wasting their time
You're not a musician, stop
What you're doin', shut ya mout'