Outside Letra - Skepta ft. Novelist

I hopped off the plane, see fans at arrivals

They want me to sign the CDs and the vinyls

So I grab me a Sharpie

You know what they say about meetin' your idols

I been sayin' I'm the king of this shit for twenty years

Nobody wanna beef for the title (Nah)

I'm a lord of the mic, wanna go against me?

Then you better start readin' your Bible (Boom, boom, boom)

Better start readin' your Psalms

I be throwin' them punches till I get weak in the arms (Greaze)

I was in the trap, no heating

Them times, I had to sleep in my garms

You talk shit, but I ain't watchin' it

I know I'm gonna catch an opp one day, I'm an optimist

Talk about beef, had lots of it

And I'm still on the strip

Who you know had a run like this, and still top of the list?

At this point, I'm takin' the piss

Take a pic 'cause it don't get no better

Me, I got drip for all kinds of weather

The shirt is Mains, the jeans Margiela

Thirty-five bags for a one umbrella

And I ain't a fortune teller

But I know I'm definitely gonna make more cheddar

I'm on the block with a bag full of shots

Drop top to the spot like, "Hand me the guap"

I'm gettin' dosh every time that I drop

And a man's gonna cop when I re-up, stop (Let me get—)

They're like, "Nov, ah damn, it's a bop"

Every time that you drop, keep goin' non-stop

Thousand units sounds like a lot

But it's not when you get it gone, that's a big chop

I'm the hardest out, everybody knows that

But the blogs don't say it 'cah Nov don't pay 'em

Don't piss me off or I'll go Saiyan

But really, though, what's man sayin'?

There's no one in my generation

That can chat to me 'bout my occupation

These guys are wack

And you ain't a king if you self-ordained it

Know yourself and don't get it twisted

Big Novelist come like the wizz kid

New school, old school like The Whispers

If you don't like me, keep your distance

I'm a unique case

'Cause I got the gyal dem, roadside, and I've got the hipsters

Nothin' like these bred-in-the-industry youts

That love want comment on pictures

It's cold outside, you're gonna have to decide

Are you gonna shoot or drive?

If you get nervous and you don't wanna ride

Then I guess you'll be stayin' inside

It's cold outside, you're gonna have to decide

Are you gonna seek or hide?

Or like Trey, get out the ride

When it's time to slide, don't lack on the roadside (Yeah)

It's cold outside, you gotta be a man now

Learn the art of war, make a plan now

Never watch the guy that's shoutin' loud

Keep your eyes on all the guys in the background

It's cold outside

And if you don't know that, then get to know that now

Time that you have your own back now

And if you got heart, then show that now

Yeah

(Greaze)