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Joseph Junior Adenuga (born 19 September 1982), better known by his stage name Skepta, is an English rapper, MC, songwriter, record producer and recording artist with African roots from Nigeria. Adenuga began rapping while co-founding the independent grime collective Boy Better Know in 2006. His main style of music consists of grime while fused with British hip hop. Skepta released his debut studio album Greatest Hits in late 2007 independently, followed by Microphone Champion in 2009. The album produced the popular top 100 singles "Rolex Sweep" and "Sunglasses at Night". Skepta produced the majority of the album and was also released independently. more »

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What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinning
Everyday I praise the Lord but I'm still sinning
Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whipping
Ain't nobody, nobody fucking with my kitchen
What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinning
Everyday I praise the Lord but I'm still sinning
Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whipping
Ain't nobody, nobody fucking with my kitchen

I had big waps hurt my wrist from the kick back
Click clack, pull up on them in the pitch black
Switching sides, now a nigga wanna switch back
Said I ain't a pussy, I was talking big facts
Niggas wanna talk, niggas wanna chit chat
On your block with four sticks like a fucking Kit Kat
Dressed in all black, fresher than a fucking Tic Tac
Started from a 8 ball, man, I had to flip that
It's big smoke
I'm a lion in the jungle, need a lioness
I don't like your attitude but I like the dress
Lights out, wild sex, on the private jet
Huh, forty thousand feet man I'm highly blessed
Touch down, I'm in stu' with the killy's
YA on the mud, boy, sippy sippy
Talking psychedelics, then you know I keep it with me
Man, I love the psilocybin, yeah, a nigga keep it trippy

Chippy
I got kicked outta school
Caught with a kitchen tool
Daddy looked me in my eyes, he said, "Son this isn't you"
Having dreams of shotting raps
Big cousin shotting crack
I said dad I wanna rap cah I want things that shotters have
Like a Avirex and lighties on sex
Little Chippy with the olders from the ends
Probably why I saw a key before a tens
Traumatic stress when I reflect I hold meds
Toronto with my G, on tour, we praise the Lord
College in Meridian, but I knew Skep' before
Pussy, all my nigga's winning you can check the score
Match of the day, racks on the chain, cutting a cheque for sure
They say black don't crack never been no coward darg
Black and proud, no bounty, chippy got lion bars
Rap or shot a packet, tryna get a Schott jacket
What you think, tea and crumpets in my manor
Shots banging

Gucci slides, he a newbie in the gang
You see him ride
Jesus Christ, stab him in his palm like he crucified
He ain't hit a movie with me yet, he don't know how I ride
My shooter cross his arms and he got a cross eye
Diamorphine
Said the works there
Try more fiends
Outside the rehab 'til I find more fiends
I'm the reason why she got a plastic nose
I got heroine and coke for the stove
Got a bitch from Cardiff, she just told me roll
R.I.P. to all the fiends that overdosed
Tell the kids don't follow my footsteps on the road
Niggas said he got plaques, we got plaques, we got waps (haha)
You ain't got no waps though
I'm the reason why she got a plastic nose
I got heroine, I got coke for the stove

What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinning
Everyday I praise the Lord but I'm still sinning
Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whipping
Ain't nobody, nobody fucking with my kitchen
What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinning
Everyday I praise the Lord but I'm still sinning
Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whipping
Ain't nobody, nobody fucking with my kitchen

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