Ghetts

Pray Lyrics

I'm just saying what I've seen
I'm just saying what I've heard
I'm just saying what I've done
I'm just sayng what I've learned
Before you criticize me
Don't say another word
Don't say another word
Don't say another word
I've seen bruddas die
I've seen mothers cry
And as her eyes see free
I wish police were colour-blind
I almost never reached my full potential
But this cater-nigga became a butterfly
Nahmean, this caterpillar became a butterfly
Summer time and the murder rate
Took a turn for the worse again
I've been adverse of pain
Until I burst a vein
I heard a rumour that
Could've got somebody killed
You know, certain names
I might know who the person is
In fact, I might know who the person ain't
But people become who they impersonate
We all do bad things
We got the tensions
Hopefully we don't burn in vain

Preacher, preacher, preacher
Tryna reach us with the sermon
Pray, pray, pray
Preacher, preacher, preacher
Tryna reach us with the sermon
Pray, pray, pray
Signs of the end of the world
Life or death
Heaven or hell
Signs of the end of the world
Life or death
Heaven or hell

The lord is my shepherd
I shall not want
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures
He leadeth me beside the still waters
He restoreth my soul
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil: for thou art with me
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies
Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever (and ever)

I'm just saying what I know
I'm just saying what I like
If I don't say it from my soul
Then I won't say it in a rhyme
Before you criticize me, hush
Don't say another word
Don't say another word
Don't say another word
I've seen sisters lose all self-respect
For the niggas with the wealth
They'll never respect themselves again
If only your name didn't ring any bells
You'd be a brand new girl again
Now you've got your middle finger to the world
Fuck everybody in the world
She said...
Literally doing just that
Will these injuries ruin us, man?
I got history pursuing her, fam
On victory, clued me up
It's not a mystery
You become brand new
Enough about me
And enough about her
But are the parents to blame
When the children are coming out worse?
Most of my friends have sentences so long
I've forgotten who's coming out first

Now I lay me down to sleep
I give the Lord my soul to keep
Now I lay me down to sleep
I give the Lord my soul to keep
Now I lay me down to sleep
I give the Lord my soul to keep
Now I lay me down to sleep
I give the Lord my soul to keep

Ghetto No More Lyrics

Honestly, I was on a robbing spree
Ended up in solitary, came out, started thinking logically
My dog said the jailhouse softened me (possibly)
I was the raw type, so poor I
Never had a score 5, what else but pure crime?
Kicked out of school and still awake before 9
This was before grime, I couldn't spit then
I used to try but I was shit then
I used to listen to them jungle tings, D&B rumble came
I was a target just cause I had a humble face
But I never grumbled, eh, I had my bora
Stick it in a body like it's Flora
Then disappear like Wizadora
Who would've thought that I'd become a performer? (which one of you thought that?)
I left victims in trauma
I was the boy on the front line, never see me in the corner

Some people tell me I change every day
I never sacrificed this much to remain the same
You can take the boy out the ghetto but you can't take the ghetto out the boy
Ghetto no more, no more, ghetto no more, no more

I'm taking it back to Stratford McDonalds
Twenty bruddas outside - nines, bats and bottles
Scars on my chin, scars on my shins
From being handcuffed, lying flat on the cobble
Usual suspects, crew full of ruffnecks
Who would've knew I was destined for musical success?
You ever visualised something as beautiful as sunset?

Now ghetto no more's the only suitable subject
I'm just a brudda tryna change the game
You, you're just another brudda that the game has changed
Day to day, so many people ask me why I've changed my name
They claim it's for the mainstream, however it may seem
Let me set the record straight - every step I take
They reminded me I'm ghetto but the people in the ghetto say
Ghetto ain't ghetto no more so I'm stuck between
A rock and a hard place, even I've had enough of me

And now it seems like everybody's losing respect (why's that?)
Cuh I'm using my head (what they saying?)
They're saying G.H., he's changed, he's losing his edge
Them boy first salute me instead
Fame isn't great, my face is bait and I ain't gonna make
Them same mistakes that I made in the past but because of music I won't make em again
I'm making a change, playing it safe, I won't be contained in a cage - I'm free
And it's staying that way, I went from wigging up apes to
Playing em rapes, last week I was on the plane to LA (first class rudeboy)
Who? They wanna ask what's happening, I say "nothing much, I'm travelling"
Through air like a javelin, all because I'm talented
Ain't seen the whole world but my home's a hotel
The Hilton, the Malmaison, the Ritz and Radisson
All this without any management, it baffles them
And now it's time to reap the benefits
And overdose on extravagance

What I've Done Lyrics

Made some mistakes I ain't proud of
Said a lot of things I wish never left my mouth, darg
Now I'm looking back in regret
Looking back at my worst to push me back to my best
I don't know why everybody's saying YOLO
But they don't know how many lives that a pussycat has left
These are the thoughts that are fully trapped in my head
I'm a thought short of a bullet scratching my flesh
I'm tired of saying sorry
Relying on my pride, my pride'll say it for me
So many people still waiting for an apology (why?)
So many people still waiting for it to bother me
And it just did, so Justin
Must bring himself to justice (what does that mean?)
I am as guilty as charged
And I'm sorry from the bottom of the filthiest heart

What I've done, I need saving from myself
Afraid of what I've become
Am I sinking slowly? Can't see what's below me
Hopelessly pray for what I've done

We all make mistakes but only some of us learn from em
Common sense but only the word's common
Father, God, forgive me for my sins
My conscience has been asleep and that's why I haven't heard from him
I'm a sinner, liquor killing my liver
Smoke killing my lungs, vision my killer
I said I'm gonna quit every day since a beginner
And still I haven't quit, at least I ain't a quitter
That's just me being humorous
But now my woman's got my baby in her uterus
And a woman with my baby is my universe
But you can only learn from your mistakes if you do em first
And I just did, so Justin
Must bring himself to justice
I am as guilty as charged
And I'm sorry from the bottom of the filthiest heart

Gas Mark 9 Lyrics

Tell my man I'm a general, he ain't even second in command
Tell a man, tell another man, tell the next man, tell em wah gwan
I'm going on like I ain't ever read a Psalm
Ready or not, weapon in my palm, setting off alarms, so road that I'm never in my yard

I've got a new ting, rip an enemy apart
And setting off hard, never's on my mast, stepping in my path
Telling me to go and give the metal a massage
Load it, feel it (BANG!)
Hold it, squeeze it (GASSED!)
These MCs on the grime scene, they ain't ever done what they spit 'bout (LIARS!)
If I had a pound for every time that they said gun I'd be rich now (LIARS!)
Tell a man, tell another man, tell the next man, tell everybody with a big mouth
I ain't one of these likkle fuckboys, pay me respect - no discount
Draw my something, make the lead fly, and erase all my enemies
For tryna write me off, yes don, vest on, you told Ja Rule like get head signed (D-D-D-DEAD GUY)
God forbid you make it to the hospital
Cause I'll be the one by the bedside

Tell my man I'm a general, he ain't even second in command
Tell a man, tell another man, tell the next man, tell em wah gwan
I'm going on like I ain't ever read a Psalm
Ready or not, weapon in my palm, setting off alarms, so road that I'm never in my yard
Tell my man I'm a general, he ain't even second in command
Tell a man, tell another man, tell the next man, tell em wah gwan
I'm going on like I ain't ever read a Psalm
Ready or not, weapon in my palm, setting off alarms, so road that I'm never in my yard

Yeah these man talking that shit with man about murder and mystery (LIARS!)
Man ain't up on that strip, got mananan purchasing 50s
I was on a ban, now I'm off a ban so the C-class man had to purchase it quickly
I'm a man that'll put another man down under, worse if a man wanna wig me
Man might turn up this one, turn up with that man (GASSED!)
Very important (why?), man might turn up with wristband
Back out the Big Mac, Filet-O-Fish man
Run up on Giggsy? One wallop and wig man
I was chilling in the bing with a block of noodles
Now I'm 'bout waking niggas up, nigga cock-a-doodle-doo
Bitches looking for me, wanna cop a google
Man are pimping out here, man'll prostitute you
First they rolling with you, then they snitching on you
Then the prosecution, wanna prosecute you
So now that jury's gotta drop it to you
Not guilty

Tell my man I'm a general, he ain't even second in command
Tell a man, tell another man, tell the next man, tell em wah gwan
I'm going on like I ain't ever read a Psalm
Ready or not, weapon in my palm, setting off alarms, so road that I'm never in my yard
Tell my man I'm a general, he ain't even second in command
Tell a man, tell another man, tell the next man, tell em wah gwan
I'm going on like I ain't ever read a Psalm
Ready or not, weapon in my palm, setting off alarms, so road that I'm never in my yard

Buck - I Lyrics

Tryna get this money, that's my one and only motive
Don't come around my niggas, cuh we gully and you know it
I dumb down my lyrics for you dummies to decode it
When I say I've got the belly that's a stomach full of dough
And blud, this is the moment where I slump an opponent
Dump off and then jump in a stolen
You've seen the car check, you know what I'm capable of
Of doing in a car then, it don't take much to get me going
When I was younger, all the olders used to gas us up
Until we realised them brudders ain't as bad as us
We ain't having it, me and my advocates are adamant
Brudda, you ain't eating with us unless you add to it
I'm tryna get the Ps and all you're bringing is asparagus
I'm old school, I learnt to count on an abacus
Shit hits the fan, I can't count on no amateurs
It's hard being Casper in a town full of cameras

Buck-I, buck-I
Buck-I, buck-I
Buck-I, buck-I, buck-I, buck-I
Buck-I, buck-I, buck-I, buck-I

Find him in a piece, they'll be my one and only problem
I'm in the streets saying fuck the world without a condom
I live in East, it's always been my only option
I'm in the belly of the beast with all my people at the bottom
Blud, this is the point where I roll another joint
All my bruddas put in work even though they unemployed
Fuck the system [?]
On a 60-bag [?]
They can never say people from estates
Are a waste of space and they ain't got much ambition
I'll rebuild 100 [?]
We run the future, how's that our fault?
We cough money, spit back into the ends
When you're friends that are in the government are too tight to fork out
Scared money off, made no money and
That's why I ain't no stranger to a court house

Rebel Lyrics

I don't give a fuck my brudda, I never have
I'm straight from the gutter my brudda, we never had
We living on a budget - holes in the rooftop
Room full of buckets, it's getting bad
Things could be worse I suppose, school trips, school kids
Cursing my clothes, is it the same in every house
When the curtains are closed? (daydreamin')
I'm in a world of my own (I ain't leavin')
It must be because I hate my reality
That's why I'm on the verge of embracing insanity
Put me in a padded room
Throw away the key and let me escape the anarchy
I can't take it, I turn my back on the world
I can't face it, Ray-Ban gang fam
Can't see my eyes cause I'm on my dark shades shit (Ray Charles)

Black everything, you can ask David
Cameron if we're living in the dark ages
Black everything, you can ask David
Black everything, you can ask David
Black everything, you can ask David
Cameron if we're living in the dark ages
(It's a living hell) I'm a rebel
Always have been
Where I'm come from it's a mad ting

(It's a living hell) Standing in my Stan Smiths
Stamping on the canvas for action
(It's a living hell) All I acquired from the riot
Is people are sick and tired of being quiet
(It's a living hell) Dying to be heard
That's why there's fire in my words

I don't give a fuck my brudda, I never will
Straight from the gutter my brudda, rare real
We been living life like "fuck it", living life like there's nothing
To live for but the money, I'mma keep it 100
The hunger inside is what drives us
That's why there's youngers inside who are lifers
They say love is blind so you might just
Fall in love with them crimes that'll blind us
And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't out late
Around H, scales out, another ounce weighed
More pounds made, sounds great
Salts under my tongue, my mouth's laced
So many feds chasing me down, the ground shakes
Helicopters, bikes and cars chasing
So many officers behind, my heart's racing

Fatherhood Lyrics

11 months ago
My girlfriend told me she pregnant
I quit smoking weed the same day
Hugged her and showed my affection
I wan' be the world's best dad
So I'm guilty of over-protection
I feel like the wealthiest man
Now, I ain't my only reflection
I see me in my daughter
Characteristics I can carry my kid with
A smile on my face and carriage assistance
I handle my business
The lord is my witness
And now I know why her mum gave me a hard time
Lord, forgive me
I had my parents worried every night
Now I feel like karma's gonna get me back
Now I have my own child
I've been enlightened
I can be the father some never had
I ain't gonna lie
At first I was frightened
Now I'm like 'there ain't one better dad'
CJ told me the level of excitement can't be explained
Not by any man, and he weren't lying
Cause I ain't never felt how I feel right now
I feel like crying
I ain't never feel like I feel right now
I used to feel like dying
Now, I got a little girl I can live for
And I'mma give my little girl what she wish for

Here we're lying
I feel like crying
I used to feel like dying
Now I got a little girl I can live for
And I'mma give my little girl what she wish for

Three weeks ago my little girl had an operation
The op went well, then they had her under observation
But the nurse on the night shift gave her an overdose, she's in the wrong occupation
My little girl was alright but we still want some compensation
I see grief for my daughter, tubes coming out of her hands and feet
Little madam asleep in the incubator
And I ain't ever prayed so much in my life
Life of an entertainer, they wanna keep the old Justin alive

But I don't wanna entertain you, my little girl's gold dust in my eyes
And I know that I love her dearly, I love her more as each day goes by
And I love my baby mother sincerely, that's why I ain't the same old I
If you know me, you can see that clearly, I ain't a player and the game knows why
This kind of love don't come around yearly, Unique told me the flame won't die
And he weren't lying, cause I ain't never felt how I feel like now
I feel like crying
I ain't never feel like I feel right now
I used to feel like dying
Now, I got a little girl I can live for
And I'mma give my little girl what she wish for

All I know
Is I wanna watch my daughter grow
And all I hope
Is I'm alive when my daughter evolves
All I own
Is a clean heart and a tortured soul
And all my goals
I've achieved harder according to most people
I'm already a made man, look how many haters I've made fans
Made grands and I still never appreciated my life
Until I created a child, she's amazing
The first time that I held her
My knees were shaking
The first time I saw her smile
I said "she's an angel"
If I ain't got a place in heaven, I'm pissed
Cause I've already caught me a glimpse
I already spend every day where the devil exists
And I know what these sorcerers think
I gotta protect her from the life of measuring risk
She'll be talking before I can blink
Nathan told me the kids are developing quick
And my daughter has been since, so he weren't lying
Cause I ain't never felt how I feel right now
I feel like crying
Cause I ain't never felt how I feel right now
I used to feel like dying
Now, I got a little girl I can live for
And I'mma give my little girl what she wish for

Rags Lyrics

My words cut your heart in half
Anger made me say
What I've been thinking all along
How long ya been pretending?
(Living a lie)
How long ya been pretending?
(Living a lie)
How long ya been pretending?
How long ya been pretending?

I love the love when I embrace the H
Them bruddas are coming up with their mixtapes, basics
Some of them have never run this race, they're aimless
Stuntin on their bread in a big way, amazin
Nothing, never ever a big brain, patience
Money I'm gonna get when display the greatness
Some man a' get it when I swing blades at faces
Tell a brudda I said I'm invading spaces
I'm only cool when [?]
Is out forseen by thousands
Most of your favorite artists in the country
You ain't gonna see me around them
Four and a half bags for this feature
And all I do is just count them
A crosshair, an arm and a leg
And both lungs, that'd make there an album

(RAGS!) I got a rude attitude, never been afraid of being hated
(RAGS!) I'm from the East side of the river Thames, not far from the Kray twins
(RAGS!) Growing up everyone on my road was either shottas or gunmen
(RAGS) So when man was old enough to roll, you dun know what I done then
(RAGS! RAGS! RAGS! RAGS! RAGS!)
(RAGS! RAGS! RAGS! RAGS! RAGS!)
How long ya been pretending?

I don't give a fuck about anyone who finds what I'm saying as offensive
I won't tiptoe around anyone I'm irate; stamp the floor until it vibrates, endless
Nobody ain't gotta second-guess what I'm actually thinking
I'm upfront like a child with the questions
Speaking my mind is a natural instinct
Some think it's crap to go whinging
Fuck that, I ain't gonna hold my tongue back
There's a scene called grime and I run that
I've been away for a minute
And everybody's been awaiting my comeback
I love that, I've been carrying the scene on my shoulders
My brother, know I've never got a hunched back
Nostradamus, and Pradas
Street sweeper with no dustpan

I say what I mean, I mean what I say
I mean what I say, I say what I mean
Fuck an indirect, say it to me
You've got something on your mind? Say it then, G

How long ya been pretending?
How long ya been pretending?
How long ya been pretending?
How long ya been pretending?
How long ya been pretending?

Times Change Lyrics

How it was ain't how it is
How it is ain't how it will be
When anyone asks how I've been
I tell em ask how I will be

School days they never paid her no attention
All the boys used to think about was taking home her best friend
Remember trocadero had us all going West End?
She was the weirdo, the lame with no protection
So they used to call her rugged and she called her older bruddas
At night she couldn't sleep, she just hid below the covers
She was a tomboy with potential
In a class full of cruel kids, all alone she suffered
But the years passed by and the glasses became contacts
[?] relaxed and the braces disappeared
She used to battle with her pass out
Couldn't pass, she made combat
She's got it back now, her face is everywhere
Shop windows and adverts
Now it's like she's never been insulted by a man's words
Nobody thought that she'd become a model
When her hair was in a bobble, she had bottles thrown at her

Times change
People change
Times change
People change

School days she was the one that all the boys chased
Just another little boy tryna beat before his voice breaks
Valentines day, there ain't a choice made
Way too many options, she can't avoid hate
Now there's rumours going round the school, they're calling her a slag
They say she's going out with Paul, she ain't cool with that

Cause Paul ain't growing outta all the things children have
He wrote a little poem on the wall where the water's at
The years passed by and her reputation was ruined
Telling every man she meets they're the only man she beats
Swearing on her life by elevating, what's she doing?
Now Paul's become the man to please, sport's got the man his P
She a funky buddha, celebrity pursuing
She walks in casually, haunting all the athletes
Now she's on the same celebrity she knew when
She was a secondary girl, but he remembers very well

The model, the baller, the chicken head
All went the same school, coincidence
Different situations supported by these instruments (life)
Hate, love and too much attention caused the difference
The model was the victim (chicken head was loved)
And the baller was a victim (of this chick he said he loved)
Mate, I'm just painting the picture (where's my brush?)
Only two used the gift they was given
One never once opened a present up
She just opened her legs and...
Hoping to to get a cuff from bruddas that get money
But no, she never does, I suppose it's never funny
When these hoes have a child that won't respect their mummy
Back to the other two, one night they crossed paths
In the lobby of the W, a hot glance
Turned into exchanging numbers
Who, ever thought that they would get together?
Well, I never

Fire Burning Lyrics

I'm tired of working
Even when I smile I'm hurting
Is this what life's about? I don't wanna die in search of
Finding out what really keeps the fire burning

My mother told me that Granny worked her whole life (paying off the mortgage)
Granny worked them cold nights (seething for her daughters)
With no man [?] the slow grind had her slaving for the
Thought of her kids' kids (who else?), kids' kids
And this is what I witnessed as an infant
For instance, the hardest-working artist in England
Is anyone they classed as a juvenile delinquent (who am I?)
Son of Karen, grandson of Ruth
Imagine if my mother hadn't met Lennox and had a yute
In fact, don't imagine that, it's with established you
It's who? And like you know hard work's in my bloodline
But sometimes I ask my mum why she works two jobs
And works through lunchtime, and most the money's gone
When the taxman comes by, well
(If this is what we're living for
Then I don't wanna live it all
How can money make me miserable?)

Can't afford a car, let's call it Lambo
Listening to Carter IV wishing I had mad dough
(Still I'm saying) God bless the people with a 9 to 5
Who still end up jobless to the people who define this life
It shouldn't be stars, it should be commoners we idolise
For saying that a lot of stars were commoners like (I and I)
Ballers like (Ferdinand), boxers like (Iron Mike)
Singers like Adele, and every one of these feminist spitters have to pay homage to (Dynamite)
But the question is when you get what you want, will you be satisfied?
Probably not, I bet you want the next thing that they advertise
Looking in the mirror to analyse the average guy
How can I be happy if I'm never content? Well
(If this is what we're living for
Then I don't wanna live it all
How can money make me miserable?)

The fire burning
The fire burning
The fire burning
The fire burning
Finding out what really keeps the fire burning
Finding out what really keeps the fire burning

Man Like Me Lyrics

Man like me, I was born and raised in East London
Amongst shottas and gunmen, before I ever stepped foot in the courtroom I was a victim of judgement
Man like me, I've been licked by a truncheon, sprayed by gas
Beat up, handcuffed, lashed in the van, been bank-robbed, had cash in the bank
Man like me, I'm a shepherd, not a sheep
Get the message, I lead, never peer-pressured, i.e
Man like me, I'm the one who's giving out orders
I tell them when the album's dropping, and it might be around August

Man like me (I'm unpredictable)
Man like me (I just got bail)
Man like me (but it's conditional)
Man like, man like, man like, man-man-man-man
Man like me (I'm unpredictable)
Man like me (might go off the rails)
Man like me (just for the principle)
Man like, man like, man like, man-man-man-man

Man like me, I analyse every little detail
Whether it's music, a film or a female, some say I'm paranoid and I need help
Man like me, I don't trust anyone so I keep everything DL

I've got tricks like a dolphin at SeaWorld, and cheese like both of my feet smell
Man like me, it's a foursome if I'mrolling with three girls
No joke, gal a get choked, I ain't Eminem, them hoes be the Free World
Man like me, I do shit on my own, I don't need help, I'm stubborn
They say don't bite the hand that feeds you (I put my own food in the oven)

Man like me, I never sold a rock in my life to get dough
Shot a bit of green to up the cash flow, that's how I paid my share to the Ruff Sqwad video cuh
Man like me, I'm fully dedicated, I will make it
Persistence, I've fully demonstrated to the fanbase that I've generated, you liking em?
Man like me, there's none like me, be grateful that you've got a son like me
Wasteman? That's a bit unlike me, none of you kids did ever shun like me
Man like me, I'm loyal, trustworthy, I'll place my hands firmly
On perpetrators that hurt me, you're not rating a

Man like me might go off the rails, might go off the rails
Might go off the rails, might go, oh

Born And Raised Lyrics

Born and raised in a place that's been abandoned
So when you make it out of here you feel like a champion
We don't forget where we came from, but we ain't in a rush to go back
Different day, same song, I still represent my hometown

Product of my environment where everybody's selling drugs
So it seems like being a shotta is a requirement, and even if you ain't a shotta, you admire them
Feds wanna lock us in the lion's den, I done run up into my car while my baby mother was doing all my washing and my ironing
Those ain't pills, that's a bottle full of vitamins
The only time we dial 999 is when we need an ambulance or we hollering for firemen
My brudda Wallace on my mind again, now I need a zoot and a bottle of Heineken
Drowning my sorrows and swallowing Ibufen, a lot of brothers I grew with are not inna my life again
If they ain't dead, then they're probably with the lifers, then, one day we was on the block playing Simon Says

Eastside resident, in and out of flats where the fiends like heroin
Been about and back, seen everything, bring an ounce of crack, tell 'em it's the Led Zeppelin
Hard rock, we in the struggle getting fast gwop
Truth be told, it's a hustle that we can't knock, but try and get off the train before the last stop
I'm one of the lucky ones, you see my previous, my father same size as a catalogue from Argos
The amount of man that I robbed with my mask on, I have to have a chat with God before my heart stops
To ask him for forgiveness, I ended up doing all the things I used to witness
I never put myself in the shoes of the victims - fourteen, I was introduced to the system
They say you can't know where you're going unless you know where you're coming from
Well, let's just say I left footprints
And now I'm representing everybody from the bottom, yeah
Belief and faith

These Words Lyrics

I ain't an MC, I'm a prophet
So I keep a hidden message in my topics
Even when I see my coffin
I'll never be forgotten
You'll remember me
Even if your memory needs unlocking, check my legacy
Passion in my voice, you can hear my pour my heart out
And I don't give a fuck if I never make a 'Pass Out'
As long as I change a life or two when I'm writing tunes
Even though these industry folks don't like my views
Still I've decided to never hide the truth
Clever minds'll prove, Pac tried to tell 'em in '92
And Lauryn tried to tell 'em too
And everyone's acting like say they never knew
Damn, I don't get it
There's a war going on outside no man is safe from
You think there's no harm in kids watching Harry wave wands?
Please switch your brain on, the real hero
Ain't comin with no cape on, and you won't know what hunger feels like
Until your plate's gone, I'm livin in a whole generation of atheists
Just cause it's hard to keep faith and remain strong
I hope we're on the same page, don
Oh yeah, I know you hear me
Well you can jot me out of all your conspiracy theories
Dark times, my nigga I'm weary
But this is delivered sincerely
Some think I'm spittin theory
Well, listen cleary

And you should know that
Even when I'm dead and I'm gone
I know that I will always live on
With these words
These words, keep playing on the strings of your soul
And I know

The day that I'm no longer meant for this earth
And my body is returned to the dust
These words, these words
Will remain until the days go cold
And there's no more

After the first verse I bet they wanna shoot the messenger
Or describe as a madman whose views are irregular
And even though my music is secular
The devil don't approve when I'm telling ya the truth
So don't be surprised if I'm abused by an editor
Bad reviews on my repertoire
Once upon a time I was a lost cause
Me and my dawgs throwing dudes in the reservoir
I never said that I was perfect, but show me a person
On this earth's surface that weren't born a sinner
The world's cold, of course we shiver
And if you try sleeping on what I say, I'll pull ya pillow
From underneath ya head
Let my words go straight into your brain
Like a bullet right after I pull the trigger
And now you've got an open mind
So analyse these words as they go inside
And you'll be so inspired, close your eyes
We've all been told a load of lies
The truth is what they don't supply
The devil wants my soul, he can't afford it, it's over-priced
Nowadays I'm feeling close to Christ
Remove the evil out my way
I've prayed for most of my life
Staring in the face of temptation
Every day I've sent Satan a message to them Pagans
The sensation you feel is gonna end with an Amen

Intro Lyrics

The rebellious spirit unleashes the strengths in passionate individuals
Their frustration, resistance and defiance formulates an uncontrollable, yet undeniable energy
Producing rebels with a cause
How do I look so young when I've been in the game for ten years?
And how do I sound like I be in my prime still?
If nobody don't wanna rep grime then I will
Waving the flag for every one of us who came through the back door
For the peeping Toms with no insight, we ain't singing this song till we go inside
I'm just tryna define longevity, don't tell me about charting
How many people have charted and still couldn't avoid being a lost memory?
I don't remember you, what was your song? Ah, it don't even matter, don't even respond
The label never made me, only a Pagan can hate me
Am I wrong, insane? I'm a self-made don? Come on, rate me
I ain't got a problem making an impact
Tell Flip and Sketch, analyse all my lyrics in depth and then think back
To when I said I ain't doing it for the sake of doing it, how many people have already did that?
I just made it harder for myself, you would think that I ain't aware my skin's black
Wallace is dead but I ain't forgot what he said, he said honestly
To the truth, fuck that, don't matter anymore cause the game's based on dishonesty
They're for the niggas that came from nothing and got their first stacks off a robbery
Promise me, don't ever come back to the roads cause there ain't nothing here for you
Old school for a year or two, and it's only now manaman's hearing you
Wallace, you were right my brother, but it just weren't over your skin
Man are strapped like Officer Leng, nah, I'm in a meeting, with the dream team
(You know when I come for the rooms like?)
Disturbing the peace in the offices again
Now, all these rhymes are constructed inside a mind that's corrupted
(You know like, this is music in its purest form - it's shaping art)
And now man's thinking about tracklisting, dividing and the substance
Born and raised in a broken home but I know my father good
Times changed and he overdosed on this drug called fatherhood
Man, could you pray for a man like me? It's a living hell but I'm far from good
I know the Lord forgives, and after what I've done I'm asking if he could
Now I'm living this rap star life, every nigga I meet is on gas mark 9
If these words fall upon deaf ears, I ain't even gonna rap part-time
Fire burning in my soul, you can see it in my eyeballs
They say I ain't Ghetto no more when I hit em with lyrics as deep as the Bible
Rudeboy don't get it twisted, I still party with the animals
I'm getting money by any means necessary, who told you I can't have it all?
Rags, man are Malcolm, man are proud when
They see a man from out of town shut down, but not man around them
I'm an R-E-B-E-L, kicked out of school, ended up in Felton
But I should've went UTL, now I'm putting my life on iTunes
For all to hear, ain't nothing on the DL, I am in another league, I'm real
PS, PRS, PPL, Twitter - let me just go down my TL
Oh look, everyone doubts me
They don't know where I'm coming from
I've already broken boundaries
They pushed me in deeper
And they thought they would drown me
I'm still here, they're like how come I'm back?
With another chapter from my autobiography
For you and you and you
This ain't an album

Rude Boy Lyrics

I've been through hell and back, selling crack in these depressing flats
With a weapon that were cheap, because the deaded man would ease
I remember back then even though my memory's bad
I ain't forgetting that
Dat all on my Reeboks, cocoa and that cheap pot
Popo don't wanna ease up, I'm a no-showing police snuck
Back door or window, catch me? I don't think so
I don't know what you've been told, but (rudeboy)

Hear me nah, hear me nah, I'm well known in my area
In my area I'm well-known, 6'1", twelve stone
GH, J Clarke, I set pace, you take part
Braveheart to the motherfucking graveyard

Rude boy, boy, rude boy
Rude, ru-ru-rude, rude boy
Rude boy, boy, rude boy
Rude, ru-ru-rude, rude boy
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier

Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier

I've been through hell and back, so when I'm round friends I brag (about)
The things I never had (around), my first crimes were snatching leather bags (in town)
I was never bad, then there was an effect that peer pressure had
I ain't forgetting that
Front line in that corner, before gun crime was the norma
Was front line with a bora, mum crying I'm out of order
Telling me I'm like my dad was, I just wanted a better status
So I could leave my bike there with no padlock, back when I never had an alias

Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier

Stand On Lyrics

I wish I could stand on a roof
And tell the world what I know
But could you handle the truth
It's like I'm in the same frame of mind as David Icke
Nearly everything you have been told has been based on lies
How can we just be following procedures
When most of these world leaders are guilty of some major crimes
It's time to wake up
What's the point of breathing if your eyelids remain shut
Lost like a stray pup
Lace up
The hood's full of actionmen
Everybody's got a strap but we don't manufacture them
The way these fuckers in suits cover the truth
I have to say the average brain could never discover the proof
Another dispute could break a government truce
So what's the real story behind the twin towers?
Cause eleven years later, I'm bloody confused
Bin Laden's dead, so is Saddam Hussein
But yet our troops are still trapped in the range
Go ahead, send 'em home
Give the families some wonderful news
Nah, that's what I thought
There's something they ain't tellin us
But I got my own opinion
Cause I don't watch the telly much
What they want me to see
I could never trust
I could not be manipulated by the media
When Rupert Murdoch's participating and deceivin' ya

Rebel (Clean) Lyrics

I don't give a fuck my brudda, I never have
I'm straight from the gutter my brudda, we never had
We living on a budget - holes in the rooftop
Room full of buckets, it's getting bad
Things could be worse I suppose, school trips, school kids
Cursing my clothes, is it the same in every house
When the curtains are closed? (daydreamin')
I'm in a world of my own (I ain't leavin')
It must be because I hate my reality
That's why I'm on the verge of embracing insanity
Put me in a padded room
Throw away the key and let me escape the anarchy
I can't take it, I turn my back on the world
I can't face it, Ray-Ban gang fam
Can't see my eyes cause I'm on my dark shades shit (Ray Charles)

Black everything, you can ask David
Cameron if we're living in the dark ages
Black everything, you can ask David
Black everything, you can ask David
Black everything, you can ask David
Cameron if we're living in the dark ages

(It's a living hell) I'm a rebel
Always have been
Where I'm come from it's a mad ting

(It's a living hell) Standing in my Stan Smiths
Stamping on the canvas for action
(It's a living hell) All I acquired from the riot
Is people are sick and tired of being quiet
(It's a living hell) Dying to be heard
That's why there's fire in my words

I don't give a fuck my brudda, I never will
Straight from the gutter my brudda, rare real
We been living life like "fuck it", living life like there's nothing
To live for but the money, I'mma keep it 100
The hunger inside is what drives us
That's why there's youngers inside who are lifers
They say love is blind so you might just
Fall in love with them crimes that'll blind us
And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't out late
Around H, scales out, another ounce weighed
More pounds made, sounds great
Salts under my tongue, my mouth's laced
So many feds chasing me down, the ground shakes
Helicopters, bikes and cars chasing
So many officers behind, my heart's racing

Rebel (Instrumental) Lyrics

I don't give a fuck my brudda, I never have
I'm straight from the gutter my brudda, we never had
We living on a budget - holes in the rooftop
Room full of buckets, it's getting bad
Things could be worse I suppose, school trips, school kids
Cursing my clothes, is it the same in every house
When the curtains are closed? (daydreamin')
I'm in a world of my own (I ain't leavin')
It must be because I hate my reality
That's why I'm on the verge of embracing insanity
Put me in a padded room
Throw away the key and let me escape the anarchy
I can't take it, I turn my back on the world
I can't face it, Ray-Ban gang fam
Can't see my eyes cause I'm on my dark shades shit (Ray Charles)

Black everything, you can ask David
Cameron if we're living in the dark ages
Black everything, you can ask David
Black everything, you can ask David
Black everything, you can ask David
Cameron if we're living in the dark ages
(It's a living hell) I'm a rebel
Always have been
Where I'm come from it's a mad ting

(It's a living hell) Standing in my Stan Smiths
Stamping on the canvas for action
(It's a living hell) All I acquired from the riot
Is people are sick and tired of being quiet
(It's a living hell) Dying to be heard
That's why there's fire in my words

I don't give a fuck my brudda, I never will
Straight from the gutter my brudda, rare real
We been living life like "fuck it", living life like there's nothing
To live for but the money, I'mma keep it 100
The hunger inside is what drives us
That's why there's youngers inside who are lifers
They say love is blind so you might just
Fall in love with them crimes that'll blind us
And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't out late
Around H, scales out, another ounce weighed
More pounds made, sounds great
Salts under my tongue, my mouth's laced
So many feds chasing me down, the ground shakes
Helicopters, bikes and cars chasing
So many officers behind, my heart's racing

Broken Home Lyrics

Hand on my heart
I've seen lies tear families apart
I've even seen my dad depart
Even though he stuck around, I handled his half
Nowadays it ain't likely that a marriage will last
Katie Price gets married for laughs
But most men don't want a woman that carries a past
Homewreckers runnin round
Damaging yards
Mother, brother, sister
No father in the picture
Now mum wants another mister, lover
But the kids come first and they'll suffer
Which one is she gonna choose?

Oh, mother, your kids are gonna need you much more than I ever did
And even though you ain't got a lotta money
It's still over everything
(Everything else is irrelevant)

Call out, and I hope you hear me
A lonely voice in the crowd, in the crowd
Call out, with all I have in me
Promise you won't let me down

It's a lonely road (it's a lonely road)
Show me home
Or am I just a consequence of a broken home (of a broken home)
It's a lonely road (it's a lonely road)
Show me home
Just another consequence of a broken home (of a broken home)

Single mothers
With kids the same age as their own little brothers
That's his uncle
But you would think they're cousins
I ain't judgin
I'm humble when it comes to this discussion
I'm from a road full of broken homes
Where kids find out what the grown-ups know
Little man's gotta play the grown-up's role
Macaulay Culkin; he's home alone
Daddy's in the bin, Mummy's working the night shift
She ain't got enough money to pay the child-minders
Daddy's on the wing, wishing it wasn't like this
And plus he got caught before the money was divided