Текст Wiley – Raise Your Glass

My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die
Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die
Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high

Yo, they ain’t got no style
Everybody’s full of shit for the millionth time
When I done G1 they was doing it then
Like some of them ain’t got a clue with this pen
Or without the pen I’ll still spray your whole head off
That’s my legacy you want brother, get off
Function like a machine the way I let off
Listen to the radio, lots are gonna set off
Shot these products, I shot for my wage
Free spirit, I done a lot for my age
Had wars in the ring but not in my cage
Done a bit for the scene but not on my stage
When you write a bar you’re talking to yourself
When I write bars I speak to the whole place
Of people who have been ‘ere, every day I’m in ‘ere
I win ‘ere, sin ‘ere, gyaldem grin ‘ere

All I really wanted was a Burberry mac and a vision moped
All I really wanted was a chaps and chain on my neck and wrist
All I really wanted was a Burberry mac and a vision moped
All I really wanted was a chaps and chain

My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die
Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high

No badmind gonna prosper against this two-headed monster
I get money like a baller or boxer
Thought I couldn’t see but I already clocked ya
Yo, no badmind gonna prosper against this two-headed monster
I get money like a baller or boxer
Thought I couldn’t see but I already clocked ya

Please don’t try it, I need it, I buy it
It’s wet, gotta dry it, I win, don’t tie it
My accent’s mine and the ?
them a flyin’
The only I’m never gonna stop is trying
My dons ?
Your top boys are bacon in a pan fryin’
Travel around the world sharing energy
See me in the garrison, see me in the ?

All I really wanted was a Burberry mac and a vision moped
All I really wanted was a chaps and chain on my neck and wrist
All I really wanted was a Burberry mac and a vision moped
All I really wanted was a chaps and chain

My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die
Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die
Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die
Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
My brother this ting can’t di-i-i-i-i-i-ie
Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses hi-i-i-i-i-i-igh