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wretch 32 - fire in the booth — part 3 كلمات الأغنية

not another n-gg-, nah, not another n-gg-
dropped on the front line with a cop behind the trigger
throw your spirit in the sky, probably drop you down and sn-gg-r
that’s why every drop of henny’s like a shot inside my liver
certain i’m the difference, but they’ll probably beg to differ
tryna spit my thousand words before they crop me out the picture
that a selfie, self-less, i’m self-raising
i had no p, outta breath, i kept chasing
couldn’t go sleep, no rest, this world’s waiting on my rolly
h-ll yeah, you tell satan that i pray to the lord, pray to the most high
penny for my thoughts, you’ll get a monkey for most lines
i turn words into numbers
that made work for my brothers
from a kid in the bits to columbus
now the world’s my circ-mference
my little man’s talking ‘bout bands, i just hope that my son’s in the mumford’s
hope he don’t lose his way, the apple don’t fall too far
the designer’s the future in every way
and i’m better than shakespeare, and i ain’t writing any plays
nor am i writing to get played, it’s just my right to get the plays
i was underground ‘cause it’s alright to take the train
but if you was god’s son would you be hiding in the shade?
i’m rolling in the deep, setting fire to the rain
and it’s written in the stars in some newton oil paint
when i craft my art, i favour banksy
man i’m rich with life, i’m on my antwi
you see i’ll hold my weight until my hands bleed
only got my word and my bars, swear on my canteen
man if i punch lines, i’ll show you hand speed
i will do a strickland banks before i plan b
n-gg- i go realer, you chimpanzee
monkey i don’t fancy dress, i dress fancy
you see i once was lonely to start off
not now, these companies, i’m a part of
[verset?], that’s that drink we own all of
i’ll show you the flick of the wrist, because my arm’s strong
strength no weakness, doing press-ups like the kids
now i’m trying to get my kids a head start
to get them set, on their marks
on this marathon of life i’m gebrsel-ssie, a son of sel-ssie i
mo farah, my brother, told me keep up my stride
more stephen lawrence than boris, running to stay alive
try, crop me out picture like i’m dame
but i’m just another jigga with some glitter in my chain
eight hundred on my frames, half a milli on my plates
only keep it 100 if i’m running with usain
but i keep it 300 when i’m running with my mates
on some louis farrakhan, we ain’t running from a race
i grew up in a maze, where i saw cats chasing their tails
dogs selling to cats, man killing their dogs
the lost things that they found, the found thing that there god
fighting over ground, but to none of us it belongs
and the cons outweigh the pros, but the pros can wear your odds
and turn c-ke into powder, that’s just connecting the dots
man, now are you tempted to shot?
tempted to touch, attempted to murder
they tried to kill me before, nothing against me shall prosper
money on my head, i have to kevin my costner
coming for my bread, i’ll turn you muscle to lobster
wifey playing nurse, and guess who’s playing the doctor?
dr. king, dr. dre, man i sold pharmaceuticals, i did the doctor way
man i’m trying to meet jay before he dashes the roc away
cause bishop show up prison, man, i’m only a block away
rich said “who wakes up and really wants to come second?”
counting on my brother, got me counting all my blessings
ever lost someone who found you with intentions on bringing something out of you to turn you to a legend?
when i hear the news i had to park up on the curb
i was on the phone to [twin?], and we didn’t even say a word
i’m so used to pain, but there’s a difference when it hurts
cause when they took away your body man it multiple your worth, in my eyes
i had tears in my eyes, dunn’s river fallin’, man i couldn’t even dry cry
spend time alone, see i had to define life
the good die young, so your calling was primetime

last time i came i competed with the world
now this time i’m here i’m competing with myself
don’t put me in a bracket with no one bro
i got so many bullet points, bruv, that i overload
add me to the magic you might give him an overdose
while i swim into a ocean, rock the boat, cause i overflow
i’m so used to splashing, man i’m so used to splashing
young fire’s on the rise, and he’s just waiting for the baton
but i told him that he might have race me till i’m [paton?]
got my masters in english, so i may resort to latin
by the time you hear time, i’ll be past gear six
and if they ain’t dead already, they just had a near miss
i put the “fear” in fearless
p-ssy, get a smear test
and if it gets political, call me tony blair witch
why did we vote “leave?” why did we vote “leave?”
the government’s sending kids to sleep with no dreams
their trying to tick a box, you would have thought they sold weed
everybody’s high, no wonder why the future’s codeine
codeine crazy, every dabbin’, having codeine babies
having march madness, cause their rolly’s 18
but i’m “mr. free b.a. baracus,” a-team
with the top down, got the whip looking page 3
do you sympathise with me?
started from the bottom, why the keep reminding me?
there’s no similarities with you and i
if i gotta die to be the best, would you do or die with me?
i grew on the late biggie hypnotizing me
am i grime? am i rap? why they keep dividing me?
—
why they keep dividing me?
everybody goes deep and can scuba dive, yeah
they can all flow ’til they gotta synchronise with me
i made my own lane—can you see the drive in me?
i’m banned from every club—can you see the nile in me?
there’s hatred in my love—can you see the irony?
it’s flamin’ in my lungs—i should take this mic with me
cause i’m james brown when he shot up the label
i’m scarface with a key of c-ke on the table
singing a song of praise, but i don’t need no appraisal
cause i’m pharrell grindin’, just tryna pusha my ends
spirit of dmx, singing flesh of my flesh
i’m nas before kelis and old school k. west—new school k. west
still they all ain’t wretch
‘cause if they don’t call me cl-ssic, gotta call me blessed
but i still do the sign of the cross, before i leave out
you can nail me to the cross—if you need now
if you keep calling me blood—and we don’t bleed out
and let that sh-t run like rivers—you’re in de-nial
most ws in the booth—i’m in the league now
this is called “fire in the wretch”—3-2 style
charlie change the name!

and if they don’t say i’m nice, then they didn’t play it twice
you know why?

that’s cause 365 i stay growing over life
ah, yeah

support wretch 32’s upcoming studio alb-m “growing over life,” which drops september 2nd, 2016!

- wretch 32

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