Crash Bandicoot Instrumental - Wiley Aka Eskiboy

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