JME and Skepta - Nang

Oi, how did man get that whip?
Buss up the mic and spit
Oi, how did man get that yard?
Mash up the mic, go hard
Oi, oi, how did man get on stage?
Pick up the mic and spray
Oi, how did man get that far?
(Woo) Bruk up the mic with bars

Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang
Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang

You know when I step on the mic I do this ting
You man better get on your bike and move in sync
If you never believe man will start rinsing
I don't give a shit and I might even convince him
Don't approach me when I'm eating
I don't wanna listen to what man is teaching
Man are going crazy asking me bullshit
All I hear, ring-ding-ding-ding-ding
Even when I step in the dance they got questions
So bait, I wanna ask where's the restroom?
Halfway through the answer man's gobsmacked
Like I weren't clocking you glancing at Skepta
I clock you before you clock me
In my black top like I said on "That's Not Me"
Kick down an apple and pears and that's cockney
On stage man are scared, they can't stop me, what?

Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang
Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang

So, what? Fam, I'm sick of these
Pussyoles in this industry
Man's got batteries put in his back
And then they wanna speak up instantly
Mandem are making history
You man can't do shit to me
When you see me I got the same energy
But you ain't saying nuttin' like Mr Bean
What? Yeah, man I move too sick
Fifteen years deep you man ain't on shit
Games in my hand fam and I've gone switch
Come for the ball, get a panna on pitch
Try take the piss since manna got rich?
Get a reality check I'll wake him up quick
Can't call yourself a Grime MC
If you can't come radio, stand up and spit

Oi, how did man get that whip?
Buss up the mic and spit
Oi, how did man get that yard?
Mash up the mic, go hard
Oi, oi, how did man get on stage?
Pick up the mic and spray
Oi, how did man get that far?
(Woo) Bruk up the mic with bars

Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang
Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang

I don't take back chat or disrespect
Already know the gang and I'm suttin' like Big Fris
Fuck the opps, it's their loss, I cut them off
How could I get pissed off, bodies get ticked off
I hope you brush your teeth, before you talk about the big boss
Brand new bed sheets, covered in your wifey's lip gloss
You was at the top but you slipped off
They hate the way I took what's mine
Fucked off, came back, took some more
Fucked off again
Turned Shoreditch into a cunch spot
And I got more sauce than a dutch pot
I do the producing, do the booth, I do the bouncing
Funny guy, couldn't be me you're clowning
Ten summers at the top and I'm still counting
Said they don't rate me but when I bring out a new riddim they're listening
Tryna find out who did the mixing, what was Msm Engineer thinking?
Yeah, we was in the studio, doing up greatness
You was on Insta, doing up shameless
Peng ting, said she had enough of the fake-ness
Told me she loves the way that I don't beg friend with any of them

Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang
Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang
Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang
Nang, going on nang
Nang, them man are going on nang

Written by:
Jamie Adenuga, Joseph Adenuga

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