(Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) Yo, Eskiboy (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) Tunnel 5 (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) And this is what I have to tell them, like certain time (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) They try and talk to me they tryna tell me something I'm like (Sorry? Pardon? What? Could've got bored up, could've got shot) Give me a game and I'll play good They should listen to the master Instead of running around like headless chickens that's wayward Wouldn't do the job if the job didn't pay good They should give me all the good jobs Don't call anybody at home reserving who don't deserve it Thinking your careers gonna stay good Better stay hood, my musics much better when it never got made in Greywood Talking, walking, merking Wiley is so awkward Send your top soundboy forward It's you again, the boy from unsure wood Don's covering it, you got your face on the floor wood When I keep Fire Camp going need more wood Sure I could do with a few more stars I'll spin Fire Camp from Stratford to Norwood Say my name I'll run up on your set like Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What? (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What? (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) Sorry? Sorry? What? (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) Sorry? Sorry? (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) I was like, oi Dyl, I had to tell 'em (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) 'Cus they was amazing me (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) I was like, pardon? What? (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What? Could've got bored up, could've got shot) I'm from Rawwood Buy a big yard in Meadway, floors wood They're not doing what me and my top 4 could I spin them on my own like, me and my top 4 would Sure would, I sure would Real guns not rebore wood Going on tour could make me rich in a flash Dipping your gash, oh, he's a whore should You tried to take me out Get a shotgun, I rally up, bally up Run up in your house, I'm an E3 g We start running up in houses, turn fakers into mouses, turn over houses No respect for people's things, breaking people's chins, I take peoples grins I'm a a fly boy, fly boy, repping for the wing I got a bigger family than Patel and Singh Better know that I'm never in a no long ting Run up in your house like action and ping Pardon? What? (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) I was like, sorry? Pardon? What? (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) It's Eskiboy (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) Tunnel 5 (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) Still alive (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) Can't tell me nothing, listen (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What? Could've got bored up, could've got shot) Yo, yo I got bored in the proudest pavilion But I'm still a bad boy from the Caribbean And you think that you're straight up brilliant I will come through I will show you real-liant You can never kick ball like a Brazillian I'm a top boy never going down hill-ian William, William, William, William 5 years gone and past and I'll famil-ian Blud, you're the one that got smacked in the grill-ian You might know my name, that's William We know you ain't got skill-ian Ain't gonna ever make a million Flyin' in, headbutt and still-ion I remain calm still standing William Against bare man I'm a dan still living and Watch this year I'm down 2 nillion It's gonna be 3-2 when I'm finished (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) I was like, I was like (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) I had to tell 'em because I was so amazed (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) That, they would try and go against me (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) I was like, sorry? Sorry? What? (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What?) I was like, sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What? (Sorry? Sorry? Pardon? What? Could've got bored up, could've got shot) E3 all day, Eskiboy, Tunnel Vision Volume 5 Boy Better Know, Roll Deep All under the umbrella Shut your mouth