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Corn On The Curb [explicit] Lyrics - Konnichiwa [explicit] - Skepta

Everyday, bro, we've gotta stay battling 

Gotta stay fighting, gotta stay striving 

Gotta stay dreaming, gotta stay believing 

Gotta stay scheming 

 

I broke down a few more barricades 

Got me a few more accolades 

Used to look forward to the weekend 

Now every day's like Saturday 

Surrounded by stars 

Come chill with the constellation 

Then she asked me what my real name was 

And killed the conversation 

Sometimes I've gotta scratch my head 

Like big man ting on a level 

Only my mum and dad call me Junior 

What makes you so special? 

No Rolex timepiece 

No Hublot kettle 

But still I know when it's time to jump in the car 

Put the foot to the pedal like 

 

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Yeah, I don't care about VIP 

I've got very important places to be 

While I'm asleep, I'm making a beat 

Girls in the house getting naked for me 

What I'm tryna say is basically 

Never get a joke man mistaken for me 

Corn on the curb if a man diss me 

My niggas got the biscuits in T 

Santa Claus used to miss my house 

So I decorated my own Christmas tree 

Ring man's phone if he think's it's beef 

What do you mean, "who is this, blud?" It's me 

My niggas been on crime 

Don't get it twisted cause I don't beef online 

My niggas violent, my niggas loopy 

Something you ain't seen on Vine 

 

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I don't want a like, I don't want a follow 

Diss me today, link me tomorrow 

I've got goons that can't leave the country 

Above the law, under obbo 

I know pain, I know sorrow 

I know empty, I know hollow 

I just flew my Gs out to Amsterdam 

And I told them "thank me tomorrow" 

Cuh man have been in the kitchen 

Experimenting with the whipping 

And you see, the road ting and the music ain't mixing 

Would've thought man was playing baseball 

Way man are outside pitching 

Never been a punk, never been a victim 

Wanna hate on me? Wanna hate on Storm? 

Fuck that, let the kings in 

 

I start ringing MCs 

Go radio, I start swinging MCs 

I was in the trenches, everyday grinding 

You couldn't say a man weren't bringing MCs 

I will pick up the phone, start ringing MCs 

Bars inna my touch, bringing MCs 

They know I've got Skeppy on my team 

We were on road, living it, skilling MCs 

Producers, plus we are living MCs 

Bare vibes we have given MCs 

I was there back in the day when it was garage 

And them man said they wanna get rid of MCs 

But them man couldn't get rid of MCs 

Cause since then, we've become bigger MCs 

Some MC debts 

Skibadee, Baseman and Trigga MC 

 

Yeah, us man are blazing powers 

Them man are blazing Benson 

My bredrin said it's his birthday 

Took him onstage with Drake and Section 

Hate my niggas cause every day, it's another great invention 

Wanna talk about loot? Then I bring the loot out 

Talk about shootout? Better be a shootout like a western 

Cause I don't fear no man 

Think you're a killer but your name ain't Cam 

Oi, pussyhole, don't look in my span 

Cause you might get shot on the road like 28 gram 

And you know who I am 

Shower man down like Fireman Sam 

Drive to your ends on a two-year ban 

With Solo in the transit van 

Nah, you can't diss my mum 

Shots start fly out and man get bun 

Fling on my black garments and dun 

Dry skin between my index finger and thumb 

I hate man like a nun 

That's why I wanna buy a haunted gun 

Can't get killed before I get to see my son 

Them tings can't run 

They got me thirsty for blood again 

They got me talking crud again 

They got- 

 

Yo, fam 

Yo, Chip 

Talk to me, man 

Where are you, though? Who are you with? 

I'm on my Js, blud 

Sound, man. This ting has got me, blud, I'm not gonna lie, fam. I'm not gonna front, fam. Mad pressures from every angle, fam 

Yeah? 

It's come like I'm too ambitious to be with the mandem on the road but, I'm... like... I can't be up there with them people either... you know what I'm saying? I'm too black to be up there, you see what I'm saying, fam? I don't know, I feel like... I feel like I'm in limbo, Chippy. I feel like I'm in limbo, fam 

Fam, you're going mad, fam. I've been, I've been waiting to speak to you, fam. You're going way too mad, fam. Like what the fuck did you mean like you don't know why I mentioned your name, fam? Like North London, fam. You got the call from God to do something deeper, bro. Like, go got the call to go and make everyone look at everything else that is happening over here, fam. You get me? That's a deeper calling, bro. Like them callings there, it's not everyone's phone that gets that ring ring there, you see what I'm saying, fam? Like super powers fam, super charged, bro 

I hear that, fam 

Like just being you alone, fam, niggas getting to watch. You're doing what you're supposed to do, bro. Cuh we ain't seen nuttin' like this happen before. Who's seen the country flip on its head like this, fam? These youts don't know what's going on, fam. They ain't got a fucking clue, fam. Independent to the T, fam. Love, brudda, man. I needed that powers. Power up fam, I don't even like hearing you sound like this, blud. I needed them. The mission's deeper right now. Love, brudda. Mad. Alright, fam, I'm gonna shout you, man. What you saying though, everything good? 

Blud, love you bro, man, just do what you gotta do. Man's doing what I gotta do, fam. You already know, bro. Powers. Powers 

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