Fire in the Booth

Lyrics

FIRST BEAT: [Verse 1: Wretch 32] I'm saying 2-13 didn't really have the best for me In the studio cooking up, thought I had the recipe Still things are looking up, I believe in energy Last few months I made a quarter mil festively God, why you testing me? How you let my granny die? Every time I drive past her house, have to wipe my eye I would trade places with her now just to see her fly That day I put her in the ground left me traumatised Still I crack on, hit the bar every night I could have a girl every day but I wan' have a life They just wanna go on a date, they wanna grab a bite If I put you in the frame, you'd get camera shy Flash flashing, my pupils has had enough It's like all eyes on me, but it ain't adding up If I had a penny for every smile, every pause I'll peel off like a tangerine but I cherry yours Fruity, when your diamonds don't have any flaws That's when you're like Lord Sugar- bit of mmm Pardon my French, but that's just the desi talk Ballers who uplift their ends, that's who I support So, I told 'em pass through Barbecue, even had a bouncy castle That's cause in Tottenham I'm like their Dizzee Rascal My ends gunning for me, know we've got an arsenal, come on! See, I love it when my brothers come home If I'm going to Italy, my brother come Rome I threw him the next key, my brother just drove Mercedes back to back, that's what I call grown I guess we've come a long way from them pissy flats Mad-smelling, vomit in the stairs, I got sick of that Some cats sticking up my dargs when we're in the trap That's why it's called a deadly race, it's a deadly lap Yeah, see when I never had any fans I was on the wheel of fortune, tryna peddle grams Wrong spin, got a caution when I was heading back Counted, I had more blessings than petty cash Yeah, I guess anyone can do the maths Mad, now one verse costs a thousand wraps Mad, I swear there ain't nothing to subtract Now all my Os come in the bank Lately, I've been thinking 'bout my highs and lows Been on the side of the bus like Dynamo Had no ticket on the bus, way out my zones Now inside my tour bus is kinda like my home Whoa, I say "father, thank you for everything" My team's blessed, my manager bought a wedding ring We sleep less, we channelled thoughts, yes we did Neatly-dressed on the cats' walk, I get it in In, in, penny for your thoughts You could have a– failing, ah, hold on, hold on You could succeed failing, unwritten law The Titanic ship was going down before taking off So I ain't taking off, the pacemaker's God I'm like Earth, Wind and Fire, I can take the fog Before I take a loss, I rip my label off I rip the paper out my show, leave my agent cloth Run and run across the road and get written off But what I'm saying, I'm same Jermaine, I'll never change It's a liberty that my statue isn't in the States I'm writing a book, my brother, I'm on a different page [Verse 2: Scorcher] I ain't designed for this industry 'cause I've got it in for me Rappers that I run off in person are record-dissing me Certain times they've got me feeling like I'm going mad I left the road, but last year I've started going back Fuck your little flow, blood, I ain't showing no love I just lost 10 bricks all cause of a grow flood So fuck everybody rapping 'bout they cashing out Fake rapper, that's the shit you never rap about All I do is fuck gyals, do shows, write lyrics You see the niggas round here? They're my niggas Started from the sandpit, gravel in their eyes So if I die, them man'll turn [?] tonight Yeah, Edmonton's cool but we own it Make sure you're playing by the rules when you rolling But fuck all of that bullshit, my baller brother's a millionaire Every time I go to his spot, I wanna live in there Yeah, it's got me feeling inspired It's the Barksdale flow, I've been preeing The Wire Man are chatting 'bout they're fly but they ain't seen on a flyer Ayy listen, oi, fuck you know? I've done a hundred shows, couple tours up and down the country As long as I'm writing lyrics, my son'll be living comfy I never used a pen and paper when I writ this lyric Cuh everything I do, boy that's– I was sitting in a dark room, tryna find a light switch Grandfather died, it felt like I had a side stitch The pain in my heart, but I had to man up He was there when I was crawling, when he left I had to stand up Looking at my son, tryna extend the legacy As for his mother, I'll do anything 'cept a wedding ring 'Cept a wedding ring, they can't lie You see the thing is with bad habits, they can't die I started on a half O, then I got the whole one Then I got the two and a Q, fuck, I was moving a few Then a half bar, then I got the Obi I skipped out the 80, jumped to the whole key Then I brought my cousin in, I could put my trust in him Same grandparents, natural born hustlin' Alex [?], dropped me a 35 I clocked that the P's live [Verse 3: Mercston] They can't change me, remember riding round in the summer No AC, silver, four door, a Rover 200 Round 80, me and fucking Stacey I ain't fucked with dem gyal in a while though, facety Rah, tell a pussyhole face me I'll fuck you up nigga, then don't play with me Back to the flow though, I'm with a gyal in Manolos On the way to the MOBOs, before I left I took a photo, black suit, sharp shoes and an auto I've got pizzazz, you know, hit the gym Gyal dem say my lines are like D'Angelo, yeah I used to see a girl that went St Angela's, swear Believe that there, as we reach back there, what we do is wrong While sipping on a Ciroc amaretto Your girl told me that I'm special I don't know the cause but I came here with a rebel I don't know where Wretch is, but Scorch is there on the table Giving the rest to Staple I swear to God, I'm finding it hard to stay faithful I'm on the grind, bitches be inboxing me their navel [?], I swear it's on the table Almost covered in maple, shit I really need to take in what my granny said, I'm going Marrakech Need to clear my mind, I can't believe that my granny's dead I never show emotion but as of late, I've been panicking Dad's going through some shit, gotta be around for him Can't let him down again, ugh The feeling in my heart when my granddad went, bah Listen, I needed some seconds to stay composed So when I'm out burning this bread, I'll make a toast YOLO, that's only in the flesh though On my second innings I'll be chilling with the lost ones Playing Lauryn Hill in the motor, constant I ain't trying to go out like Bronson Got a princess, I don't wanna die though When I'm in the Merc, it's me and her fucking side-on We travel round the world, Valentine's was in the Eiffel Both sides she was in the [?] in the eve, that's on the Bible I'm a maestro, you already know the flow goes like this Ice code, tekkers, swerving like lino Me wan' be Richie, Lionel Cutting through the city, alright, go [Verse 4: Ghetts] May the Lord forgive us We've been sinning since Adam and Eve Is Eve short for evil? Did she force the apple down Adam's throat? We're all feeble when there's bad involved So, so I'm making money while I'm making bad decisions What I mean is making money could get a nigga back in prison J Clarke was Ray Charles before I ever had a vision And you know what they say about hindsight It's 20/20 when your mind's right So, looking back Before I had a foot in rap I had to pull a strap A minor violation is something I couldn't have I just [?] after weighing good and bad, Wretch I never thought I would adapt Call a nigga dickhead, would've got a fucking [?] Attitude like "What the fuck you looking at?" I was too hype Now look at man, tryna move right Rapping from experience Literally, rapping from experience So this is for the gyal that missed her period Baby on the way and now you have to look way beyond the day This shit is serious The days have gone away when we were creeping in the backdoor And yeah I got a beating when my dad saw I hated my dad for that So at the time I was like "what the fuck are dads for?" Never realising that most of my friends fathers all departed after dramas And never came back or even made a phone call Man are like "Ghetto, you don't know, at least you had yours" This could be the reason why niggas are antisocial, it's so true This is life as we know it Before Channel 4 decided to show it Think they know about the... (I'll catch it, I'll catch it) Look, Dushane and Sully Would they remain buddies? Cause look at what the gutter does Sully hit rock bottom from [?] fucked his own cousin up Pigs watching til they come for us Charlie, little [?] with crack fiends for mothers They in the mix and they guaranteed to fuck him And kill a snitch [?] before he suffers Kamali's in a ditch, we don't live in no suburbs So you wanna be the Top Boy So now you're putting work in on the block boy All the brothers are rating you but your dog's moist He'll be in the ends, so everybody wanna box Floyd Why? Cause we can all talk a good fight If I swing with my left, you won't look right But when Rafe comes around Don't ask what he's doing with his strally, rrraa! Goodnight! Uh, reminiscing bout the good times Me and my niggas on our push bikes Now we smoke green, paint the town red Sell the the most brown and we push white I'm a dark skin nigga living colourful I ask a hater why the hell I'm on his mind so much When's the last time you gave your own mum a call? You talking 'bout me? She's struggling with the shopping and she could've fell Down the stairs, backwards, doing somersaults Oh, you're a father? Buy your son a ball Take him to park, let him run about Instead of acting like a wall for this juggernaut, you motherfucking clown There's levels to this shit Don't talk to me unless you're levelling with this Top 3, top 5, top 10, top 20 Prick, you ain't never in the mix SECOND BEAT: [Verse 1: Mercston] Me, Jermaine, Tayo, Justin Too many levels above these, just in Eight years ago when I touched in Two bags a video, a nigga's been hustling "Summertime" as a ringtone around the country I'm like, you're like, trust me So many gyal at the time wanted to fuck me Done some of them, got brain from one, was a bad choice I was mad 'nnoyed, uh But they say there's light at the end of the tunnel Come out the end of the tunnel, '09 Murked in a black beamer, no licence Car full of smelly like I couldn't hear the sirens When they stopped me, I was dazed, I had to lie to em He never had a criminal record Neither should've I have done that shit, for the record You already know what I do on the record Tell 'em again, tell 'em again, tell 'em again I'm one of the coldest, unnu know this I'm part timer, let me know where the show is Never had a deal but you wouldn't even know it Shouting like I've had ten of them, Baraka Real president, 8 years later Fuck around, still relevant Never war but I swing like a pendulum Or a pinata It's been in my blood, I'm like a dreadlock ragga Jah know, the flow's sick but I'm badder I'm on the telly, ballo, me one-up Jah know, I've got 45 runners Jah know, I've got 45 runners It's never a question if I kill off the summer Summer before the summer before the summer I'm never on a hype though Might see me in a manor with a white girl I don't touch that, I really mean a white girl White, white, white When I move, whole yard's gonna be white Come in, see all my Roleys on the side The Movement's back, are you glad that we're alive? Uh, yeah, uh, let me kill 'em with the peace sign I can have the piece by me When you see me, I'd rather keep the piece round me [?] for a picture, got a piece round me, you see Friday? I be in the E round here, top boy They can't kill off Kamali I'm with my two niggas and they're bunning the Marley You know the swag's dumb, gotta keep it retarded I tell a pussy boy deh mi don't wanna talk him Let me grab suttin', make a likkle young boy bark it Broad daylight, middle of the market Five years later, same old masters Them bwoy can't hustle, don't know why they're forcing Started ten before me but I passed 'em Now when I drive, I beep when I pass 'em So yeah, still out, dark skin [Verse 2: Ghetts] M.O.V.E.M.E.N.T You don't know? Then let me spill it out for ya They want the beast back, then let me get him out for ya There's no doubt in my head, I'm letting off a round and a And anybody getting mad for ya We say dead, all dem fraudsters fi dead Riko said it from day, blood How you mean? Dear grime, I know we had something special And I ain't been around lately But I swear down, I miss you, how you been? You've been abandoned so many times So many guys have used you and abused you And I'm one of them, but if I come again Together for ten years, give me another ten Oi Risky, I know you remember It was me, you, her, Nocturnal and Sullivan Blue jacket, chipped tooth I was the best then, I'm the best now I know exactly how to convince you Facts only Everyting real in my pad only Think about all the historical moments in grime And count how many I'm a part of, man know me Listen, I'm speaking, how can a guy win a war with me If his war with me is his biggest achievement? Oi, don't piss me off, I'm going on wicked this evening Listen, I'm peaking, I'll kill a man Jah know, some bars go over your head Fast flow, setting on fire the charcoal I'm a G, you're an arsehole I'm a ki, you're an half O You're a fiend and I'm [?] I fell asleep in a dark hole And I woke up on the wrong side of the bed With your girlfriend walking around in my bathrobe Niggas say they're living the life, you're living a lie You're an adult, living in your bredrin's shadow Now you wanna try living in mine It's my name keeping your lyrics alive Armed and dangerous, 8s 16s, 24s, 32s, 48s 64 bars in my cranium If them man are hard then I be titanium My name should've been Damien I'll drain out every vein in 'em I kill a pagan when I rain on 'em Then take back the flows that I gave to them 'Cah they ain't gonna be around Much longer Mi ah go live long like Abraham You wanna rap? Box? I can do both My nigga, I'm Adrien Half Jamaican, half Grenadian They might see me in a dance with a man like Farz Who's that? You know my bredrin The one that looks Saudi Arabian I be the man that Jumps in the whip and types in 140 Grime Street on the satnav MacBook Pro and some 9s is in my backpack Man should know when I arrive, it's a wrap that's Never gonna be unfolded I've got a fully loaded clip and a motive Bullets over fists, you know this Boydem are pulling over whips I noticed you're gonna hold a stick for Moses Oh shit, man, I can't wait 'til I'm back home I'm homesick and I'm that close to vomiting I've been away too long, so long There's so many faces that man don't recognise But the second I'm home, them bruddas are getting terrorised If anybody asks who the enemy G-H-E double T-S, P.S Ain't no other MC on the level I'm on Everybody wanna know where the hell am I from Cause it sure ain't Earth I stand out like a sore thumb One man stampede, they don't wanna rumble I bet I'm the last man standing when the war's done I'll be going on like the brudda in Saw I What's the 4-1? When I'm on a raw one I'm home now and I can see squatters in my yard Three man stretched out on the floor one I'm home now and it's 12 on the dot Boy Better Know man better be gone before 1 Suck you, suck what? Suck your mum Heart in my chest, pure one Anybody starting with Ghetts, more guns Got an apartment in West where I store some [Verse 3: Wretch 32] My whole life is an outing Call me Wretch 32000 I can hit everybody with my single Or just drop everybody with my album Uh, would you still stay humble If you could get 10 bags for a run-through? And every girl that you touch want to touch you And still get no aggro in your jungle? Ayy, they ain't killing my vibe I spent 30 on a watch, just killing some time Living in the limelight so I'm sipping on lime You wanna bet? I can kill you with dice You ain't a threat, I could kill you with lines I rewrote history like a million times Yeah, and you know that I'm fly But grounded cuh I done it with grime But it's the M.O.V.E.M.E.N.T Please tell me what you're telling to me Swear down, a bag's like a tenner to me You don't wanna see my regular fee They say they got dough like it's growing on trees But they ain't got a lemon to squeeze Uh, they ain't ready for me See, I'm unorthodox like my second release It goes vroom vroom when I pull off, automatic It's just the G-wagon It goes boom boom when I'm on stage, it's erratic It's just me rapping See, I'm one of the best, I ain't one of the rest That's why I'm a G like the one after F Even 32 will be the one after Wretch So the ting's set, hold up I used to have shit clothes I used to bag six Os But now I've got six hoes And I can't keep my zip closed See, I might drop a chick out But I won't drop a chick home That's if she got a big mouth But she ain't got a big throat Ayy, I'm nasty by nature They say mi face favour Ayy, I smartly come tapered With Cartier fragrance Yeah and you're saying you're cakers But I'm tryna buy the bakers Yeah, without making a statement I still make a statement