Wiley Letter 2 Dizzee

Hello......

Most Wanted Productions..........

Eskiboy.........

Playtime is over.........

I remember O one december

Me and you shopping Overtags popping

Remember the baby name's we were rockin

Had that early

Since the last time I saw you No rest, Work, No stopping

Ready to drop my album when's yours dropping

On the New Label

I make music not cos I'm willing cos I'm able

Hey Dyl

What's going on brother

I've got to a stage where I wouldn't ever judge no other

No race, No creed, no human, No colour

And nothing aint changed except I'm the best now

It don't matter I'm still your big brother

I don't hold the line leave that with the runner

I support Spurs not the Gunners

Gonna be the best for the next ten summers

The best of ten athlete runners

And far from blast you

I tell you Dyl it was hard to back you

I still done it

Overground, Underground I still run it

Number one grime I still run it

We aint in beef so pick up the phone and ring me

I'm still rollin

Still wear my own garms

Still showing the roadman

Blue jeans listening to rips of Logan's show

In the whips that ride by

I'm like spark some Ky I just fly by

Not in a white ride at night time on a black bag in the

day time when the markets on

Park your car wrong place car is gone

I broke the high jump record now the bar is gone

The present is here and the past is gone

I'm a master

Get me

Sometimes I'm just rollin

And I think back to all the raves that we did,

all the shows we did all the radio

We'd made up a lot of ground trust me

Listen.........

As Day turns to night and night turns to day

I feel more and more like moving away

But then I remember who I am 'Legend'

Can't stop rolling round town I'm stuck

in the manor like venom in a snake

I'm ahead a running snake

When they snack there's no venom

Still get missed calls on my phone

So many fam I can't bell em all back

I'm ahead of all that

All them golden tacks wanna go worldwide

Back to new rides

Hype's alright but I'm nearly twenty nine

When I reach thirty I've gotta be nice

Make dough everyday for the rest of my life

Big money up I didn't roll no dice

I'll take control of my life

Won't draw no gun, I wont draw no knife

I'm letting go of all of that

Growing up

Eskiboy