J Hus – Outside ft. Skepta
British rapper J Hus joins forces with grime legend Skepta on Outside, a hard‑hitting anthem that blends sharp lyricism with street‑driven energy.
The production fuses Afrobeats, Hip‑Hop, Rap, and Trap, combining heavy basslines with rhythmic bounce that highlight both J Hus’s versatility and Skepta’s commanding presence.
Outside explores themes of resilience, ambition, and lifestyle, resonating with audiences who connect to its raw authenticity.
The track cements J Hus and Skepta as two of the most influential voices in contemporary UK music.
J Hus – Outside ft. Skepta
Outside Lyrics:
Stand down never, rather show them pepper
Come through with the wetter
Tryna find the paper, we gon' go through any measure
Not even on my level, I just see them as lesser
Me, I'm a presser, but I don't know who shot that Beretta
Calm and composed, not a stressor
Making dua for my mother, God bless her
Pray facing Mecca, still a go-getter
Right now I'm vex 'cause all the profit ain't enough, I need extra
Machine link in Manchester
Boy get whack from a gesture
Man get splashed from the chest up
Get away from jakes 'cause we clever
Immortal forever
Stay with me through every endeavour
No time to rest up the cheddar
Got the blicky there if ever, if everWe was on the block till the pack done, hustler
You wasn't outside, you missed the action
Got my name ringing like a MAC-10
They ain't even seen me at my best, not a fraction
If dat ting ain't bringing any cash in
It's probably a distraction
The road and the business is clashing
We ride for our own satisfaction
Yeah, I stepped out the house, told mum I ain't coming back
Tryna flip them 20 packs to 100 racks
See, the sit around ting, man, I'm done with that
I was praying to God, it weren't paying, akh
I really had to step on the street
N17, who do you expect me to be?
Can I get dark? Nigga, definitely
Putting money on my head, I hope you kept your receipt
Fuck them nigga, walk the long way home
Big SK, man, I'm tough like stone
I can't say the names of the thugs I know
'Cause the cases ain't closed, tell the judge die slow
Young bouff daddy, got them coming in dozens
Pretty face ting bring a friend for my cousin
I was in the kitchen, bare shapes I was cutting
Switched up the hustle, now my bank accounts bussin'
We was on the block till the pack done, hustler
You wasn't outside, you missed the action
Got my name ringing like a MAC-10
They ain't even seen me at my best, not a fraction
If dat ting ain't bringing any cash in
It's probably a distraction
The road and the business is clashing
We ride for our own satisfaction
We was on the block till the pack done, hustler
You wasn't outside, you missed the action
Got my name ringing like a MAC-10
They ain't even seen me at my best, not a fraction
If dat ting ain't bringing any cash in
It's probably a distraction
The road and the business is clashing
We ride for our own satisfaction
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Half Clip EP
J Hus • 2025
