suffocate me, mama hates me, woke up, another day
on my knees begging for someone to come and take me,
am i creative, or am i crazy?
and if it wasn’t for my baby, i’ll probably be dead in
the bottom of an empty bottle of jd.
lately i ain’t been the same me, lost touch of my old
friends, got no friends.
new friends seem snakey, maybe cos you never wanted me
when i was 18,
eating a 31p tin of baked beans, since kampain, you
wanna preston play me.
is it the attention i’ve been getting from the
cos i killed sb and then grm daily?
laugh in the face of the last woman that played me,
you’re lying if you look in the mirror and say you
i am you. we all the same g.
we walk the same streets, we talk the same sh-t,
we smoke the same weed, we chase the same birds,
we chirps and they tweet.
followed one girl cos she was following me.
she called herself b, sh-t’s f-ckery, she stung me, it
and man found out she was gonna f-ck me! i’m dumb
enough to f-ck her.
but it’s the ones you love that gotta come first. i
coulda lost that, over a dumb flirt.
one squirt of sperm’s not worth it.
but she’s a b-tch, don’t know what the bird did, hurt
some pr-ck called chris.
tried to catch me slippin and fallin, didn’t think i
was the type to listen to bullsh-t
it’s funny, tried to get me in a honey trap, you f-cked
you probably want your money back. yeah, that’s a story
for another track,
matter of fact, you’ll hear that soon…
22 tattoos, ararhhh, righteous that’s who!
22 guns salute for any of my people been through what i
you ain’t gotta look up to me, cos i’m right with you,
i’m just another brick in this wall. people think i’m
the sh-t cos i spit and it’s cool.
and on the real i wanna hear a chick say my d-ck’s
small. so i can say it looks that way cos i got big
i’ve been doing this since this tall! this is the
reason why i never got to 6th form,
doesn’t mean i havent got a lot to live for…
i’ve been given everything from god so wish yours
smoking on some sh-t that’s got dreads
thinking about hip hop and i got vexed like d-mn! the
fans have gone deaf
you’re probably wondering, what’s next? on a conquest
to come first in this contest.
every verse is a concept. without it, these words are
i keep thinking why’s one of us not dead?
seen rappers at the bottom going like there at the top
it’s the most humble that got the top tens, looking
like b-ms, where the f-ck is your prospects.
you part-timers can’t find a job yet, i don’t watch
i watch s.b. and i’ve been watching before he even met
i knew english before you knew english.
my fire in the booth can’t ever be extinguished.
i’ve been working for 7 years, had to earn my props,
it’s a gift and a curse i got,
is there any part of me that still feels i deserve a
shot? i’m from the dirt,
my family never turned to god, they turned on one
another and got burdened off,
that’s when i learnt, there’s always someone worser
these ain’t just words for you to go and learn a song,
i’m worthless, no person’s perfect, wish you could just
turn the clock, reverse it,
and right my wrongs. i don’t wanna lose the life i got.
and i don’t wanna lose the love, i’m looking around the
room, thinking who to trust,
my mother was abusive, my father was abusing drugs.
i’m f-cked! under none. yeah, i’m under none,
i wan’t so much more than a number one.
i wanna touch on every thought i can conjure up,
you think i’m all talk till i hush my gums. i can talk
for months, look what the talking does,
i’ve done so much, i’m just warming up.
you dumb f-cks really wanna war with us? of course you
do, if i was you, i’d war me too!
cause one little buzz off a corny tune, round and round
we go, the story loops,
i’ll be doing the same sh-t when i’m 42, when i’m 42
will i still believe the truth?
if i die at 64, will you miss me more? sh-t! there’s 22
years between the 2.
it’s happening again, what’s the meaning?
am i reading to deep into the whole thing, i’m banging
it’s occurring again and again, can’t be a coincidence,
i’ve seen it so much, i imagine my death.
my heart’s worn on my sleeve, before i sleep put it
back in it’s chest.
get it, put it back in it’s chest. cos that’s where the
treasure was kept,
it’s pirates of the carribean in the ends that i rep.
you don’t believe me, talk to frank.
come to margate b, i’ll make you walk the plank, some
real ill manors! too bruck for guns,
for real, there’s still daggers. and man still work to
shot to maintain this cl-ss a,
where you think we got the name? it’s not from games,
sitting in all day.
man’ll move a fickle, and the sh-t will change.
gotta make it out of this cage, time to make a great
escape, from this council estate.
uh i gotta do it for my friends’ and family’s sake.
think i’m getting near that insanity age, starting to
stop giving a f-ck! and i plan to be late.
i don’t want a gimmick or an image or a catchy adlib,
i’d rather look like a tramp.
see i’m true to who i have been. read mic’s name.
proudly say, i am him.
that’s just something i just wanted to establish. i
don’t need a crew to rap with.
cos i do this on my jack jones. even with a bag o’ man
i still feel alone cos i’m in a mad zone.
i’m feeling like i’m back home. ima work till the bones
in my back’s broke.
for all these a&rs on my are school jacks phone, i
don’t even answer, when my dad phones.
but it only rings once when my dealer’s got the bang
i ain’t the man that the fans knew. but i plan to show
you who i am through my raps,
as a man i react, get angry and can be a tw-t and
attack, for no reason.
i seem so decent, my alter ego, i’m a person beneath
and you don’t even see, this person is bleeding! these
bars are the sound of him screaming.
14,000 people…think i’m a so called genius. rub that in
the face of my old school teachers.
tell it to the kids, let the whole school believe in
we all dream for a reason!
every single person has a purpose, a meaning.
it’s up to you to seek it.
the sky’s a lot higher than the ceiling.
so reach out grab it, the world is yours, have it.
hold it, in both hands, and mould it into your own
don’t panic, just follow the stars leave behind your
stamp they will follow your path.
and if you want it then start, planning.
when times get hard, you feel like you can’t manage,
remember who you are, you can tackle any challenge.
you can be an acrobat, just walk a tight rope, what’s
the worst that can happen?
you can lose your balance. you die doing something that
i’m happy if i collapse while i’m rapping i will fall
down dead. have a heart attack during my warm up
sesh like sh-t god! i ain’t even warmed up yet!
but at least i got to talk some sense, for real
i know brothers have killed, brothers are still, others
that are sitting on meals other that are sitting on
bills others that are sitting on nothing i gave them
something to feel
so when i’m gone, and i cease to exist. yeh my legacy
so when your gone, and you cease to exist, your legacy
aint no mc deeper than this. aint no mc deeper than
so when im 6 feet deep in a ditch…. my legacy will live
… yeh my legacy will live … yeh my legacy will live
so when im 6 feet deep in a ditch…. my legacy will…….
suffocate me, mama hates me, woke up, another day