Athlete (feat. Goldie1)

[Intro]

Mystry

[Pre-Chorus: Skepta]

So much food at the table why you wanna act like Judas

Everybody puttin' in work and you got bare excuses

But when they call your number, where you gonna run I wonder

Tie your lace, fix your face, I'm your fitness instructor

[Chorus: Goldie1]

Run like an athlete

Run like an athlete

Put him in the backseat

Put him in the backseat

Run like an athlete

Run like an athlete

Catch him put him in the backseat

Catch him put him in the backseat

Run like an athlete

Run like an athlete

Put him in the backseat

Put him in the backseat

Run like an athlete

Run like an athlete

Catch him put him in the backseat

Catch him put him in the backseat

[Verse 1: Frisco]

Yo, I make man run like say he's on the last leg of the relay

Run a man way down the road and catch him

If I don't you will learn about the action replay

MC murderer, make an MC change his title to hurdler

Man said it's beef on the menu, cool

It's just shells and corn that I'm servin' ya

Run up and get done up, I don't play I tun up till I bun up, you don't say

Service, I'm in the back of the club with the big batty ting just twerking

Man try jump on the wave, they hate so much 'till it's hurting

I make man run like an athlete, you better pray that your stamina's working

[Verse 2: Jammer]

BBK will live forever, real friends don't die they live together

Talking bars we bring the pepper

Man wanna meet better bring the cheddar

No long ting when I'm talking, turn an MC to an orphan

'Cah we come for the big boy paper

And not for the likkle man portion

Boy Better Know we're the realest out here, can't see them man they're eating out here

The roots ama' deeply seeded out here

A lot of my niggas need feeding out here

So man are gonna shine right now

It's just money on the line right now

I keep telling them again but they didn't wanna listen now it's all about grime right now

[Verse 3: Wiley]

Move humble, the road's where you catch me

I'm in an Uber, sat in the backseat

Pull up on the block in my right mind

1, 2 zoots got me stoned, high times

When it's my time, you best mind out

Touch a button, you're gonna find out

No security, no breddin'

The circle of bread you man can't get in

So, take a look but please don't touch

A likkle 'ello and bye was enough

My crew are the waviest here

More wavy than the waviest hair

We bring the vibe we hate to be fair

When you step onto the stage all the man get air

Make the wrong move, that's long

'Cause I'll roll out with the realest dons

[Chorus: Goldie1]

Run like an athlete

Run like an athlete

Put him in the backseat

Put him in the backseat

Run like an athlete

Run like an athlete

Catch him put him in the backseat

Catch him put him in the backseat

[Verse 4: Shorty]

We've been out 'ere for ages, finally hit that top spot

North London grew up on a hot block, manna' say my bars are top notch

Man are popular but not pop, I can tell you what's good fam what's not

Aim at the game and we hit the soft spot, far from a long shot

Backstage looking all hotboxed, we got the ravers buzzing

Been chasing done a whole lot of running

Celebrate greatness, drinking and bunning

Not thinking about times when we didn't have nuttin'

We went from nuttin' to suttin', can't be greedy we can't be glutton

They didn't wanna let no one in, but we just run in

Come through gunnin', didn't see that one comin'

[Verse 5: Skepta]

Once upon a time yeah you could call this a race

But I think nowadays you have to call this a chase and we came up with the plan all in a day

Yeah, we're too weird, we're too rare

All man need is one engineer

And they know that's MSM there

That's why we got the rest of them scared

These kind of riches you can't rob it

Stand up in the high road, card in my pocket

You don't want it, over the bonnet

Trust me I run down Sonic

It's not a mix CD if it ain't got "Them Man There", "Man Don't Care" and "Shutdown" on it

You don't wanna lose your girl so please don't come around bosses

[Verse 6: Jme]

Unlimited vibes, vibe can't done, fresh, clean, badman lungs

When man said run like an athlete fam you better run fast 'cause man can run

Chase man around and hop over fences, man's greyhounding

Run rings around a block of houses, run a man down like T-1000

Finesse, won't break a sweat but I'll kick man's back foot make man trip up

Stress, talking high pitch like an air hostess

You don't want none, you're on your ones

Talking about guns, blud hush your gums

Fam man ain't dumb, argument done

Serious, make a man run, run

[Chorus: Goldie1]

Run like an athlete

Run like an athlete

Put him in the backseat

Put him in the backseat

Run like an athlete

Run like an athlete

Catch him put him in the backseat

Catch him put him in the backseat

Run like an athlete

Run like an athlete

Put him in the backseat

Put him in the backseat

Run like an athlete

Run like an athlete

Catch him put him in the backseat

Catch him put him in the backseat