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I wrote this when I realised
They don't get the picture
Unless you give 'em the whole clip
What the fuck was I holding back for? Nah
That ain't like me gotta get the hunger back
Stop spitting like when I was a younger man
I done been through so much shit
In these last few years
Fake bruddas wouldn't understand
I was born with the underhand
No silver spoon, and a line right there
Make a brudda like me wanna wield a tune
I woulda bumba fam
They say that struggle builds character
Well I guess that's why you can
Base a movie on my life
This some inspirational shit
I've been doing this for people of all races
Who never had it easy god bless everyone
I'm interracial with this
And that ain't a word
But you know what I meant
And I ain't gotta say that I'm putting in 100
You already know the percent
There ain't no controlling me when
I feel like the whole
World's coming against me
Now the time's right, I'mma show them again
So hard, I could put a hole in cement
Go-go-go for me then, go-go-go for me then
Probably won't reply but I love it
You ain't the first and I swear on the Bible
You won't be the last, I expect it
You know what they do in the grime
Scene when they wan' be respected?
Whose name gets called out? That's right
You guessed it mr Top 3 Selected
Could've made Lord of the Mics do
Triple the numbers it done
But why would I do that
And make another man get rich?
And a man I don't like at that
But that's grime and that's rap
And to you that live in the past
Can't help but backtrack
Cartwheels, back flips
Somersaults, handstands
That's what I'll do when you people realise
All these pricks just act bad
This Twitter ting? Sickening!
Sometimes when I'm looking at my timeline
I don't wanna believe my eyesight like
"Nah, he could've never said that"
These kids need discipline
Once again someone's seeking attention
He needs a direction, go ahead
Mention Ghetts
Cuh otherwise nobody's listening
I ain't mad, get your views up
Ain't that awarding?
I'm a wolf amongst stray dogs
Don't make me ride on my enemies
Old school BMX, no brakes
On all these MCs act on it when
They've been putting out music for
Years and it's dead
So nobody don't acknowledge them, mad

It's the return of the prodigal son
Ethan from Mission Impossible, Hunt
My life's a pronominal one
The only matrix and an oracle one
Rooftop, diabolical plunge
Pains, abdominal ones
Left home like say I had a horrible mum
Suitcase packed and a roommate
That ain't never gonna
But I be on a crusade and
Anybody who's sleeping on me ain't
Getting their duvets back uK grime, UK rap
The UK's mine, man are using tracks
Go harder, Mo Farah doing eight laps
Logic, Reason and Cubase that
Ain't an issue, Charlie
You know when the game has missed you?
It's boom, bye bye when I raise the pistol
If I ain't giving one of
These new wave fuckers
A cosign, they actually ain't official
If you were so grime, you would know why
In '05, Eskiboy had an invaded igloo
I was on that lyrical combat
And from that, a bredda add a name to this do
Now I gotta draw for the old school Ghetts
Freedom of Speech time full of vocal threats
Reading between lines
Was a nigga ever calling me that?
I ain't answered a phone call, yet I'm local
And I'm a mogul, yes, antisocial
Socialist when they're getting in my circle
Passport check no let him in the terminal
Cause they be on a global flex
I'm that guy, even when I've been away
I kill it
Kill the game when it's comeback time
The comeback's like a comeback from Mike
Jesus Christ when I come back twice
Soul 2 Soul, come back to life
Reality check for these fuckboys
None of you action time
I be duppying anybody who jumps in line, mad