Be Careful

[Chorus] Sometimes you gotta be careful One bag of chat man I get an earful Anybody talking Greaze they’re fools Ain’t going nowhere it’s their fault You don’t do yourself no favours Man I got lyrics and bare flavours You wanna try question man but I makes it music for the ravers [Verse 1: JME] Serious. Yeah Sick beats, sick bars, sick vids Carpark, sick cars, do skids Pyros and smoke, big gigs Moshpit watch this, big kids Dangerous when man touch stage Dangerous when man tune plays Dangerous when me and Shorty fuck up the mic with SBK Pick up the mic and spray, dun told man from 1998 Like you don’t know we come to bun down raves Quick, fast, yeah we come to shut down raves blud Job done. Collect the P share that with mum Big up the DJ set got bun’ down Peace out yeah man’s gotta run run. (Go!) [Chorus] Sometimes you gotta be careful One bag of chat man I get an earful Anybody talking Greaze they’re fools Ain’t going nowhere it’s their fault You don’t do yourself no favours Man I got lyrics and bare flavours You wanna try question man but I makes it music for the ravers [Verse 2: Shorty] You know the vibes. Spit deep bars but I don’t spit lies Don’t try ‘ting’ fam that’s not wise Wanna try act bad, wanna come with replies Leave man like a panda; two black eyes Back, leave man dazed Hole in your trouser, left knee grazed Man wanna hype up, ‘pen get brave Then you won’t sleep for the next 3 days it’s long I just wanna put my heart on a song Mash up the stage and collect my wong Back in the day played “Ching Chang Chong” Then I got older, weed in a bong Funny how times have changed, big fam now but I ain’t aged Still see me on the rasklaat stage with JME and SBK. (Mosh) [Chorus] Sometimes you gotta be careful One bag of chat man I get an earful Anybody talking Greaze they’re fools Ain’t going nowhere it’s their fault You don’t do yourself no favours Man I got lyrics and bare flavours You wanna try question man but I makes it music for the ravers [Verse 3] Ay look You don’t do yourself no good When I’m spitting the bars I’m focused look You got talent, it’s hard to show them You gotta put the plans in motion Look, you can’t be sitting around I’m on YouTube, check the riddims I found Never had a show, I would spit in my house My lyrics are large can’t fit in my mouth I move JME and Shorty, I worked hard to get here Nobody brought me, at the start be ready to work for free Then you can do what you love for P That’s right, that’s what it is I won’t lie on the track I’m a gassed little kid I used to watch my idols, now I got a contact book full of kings [Chorus] Sometimes you gotta be careful One bag of chat man I get an earful Anybody talking Greaze they’re fools Ain’t going nowhere it’s their fault You don’t do yourself no favours Man I got lyrics and bare flavours You wanna try question man but I makes it music for the ravers