Fire In The Booth

Part 1 [Intro] It's Unknown T, Homerton B, yes It's Homerton B Listen [Verse 1] The tables turned, you can firm that L My hood on obb's, the feds got my freedom held I spent 19 months on bail Now I got to balance the rap and cells We daysing cunch at the end of the week, I shell Look, sponsor the block and bang on the streets as well Listen, stop talking shit in the jailhouse, ride off your birdie akh The boys can't gas when they come 9 block, we ride straight back We bop with pokes to knife out backs All day when we cut tru' the 8, shit 'den where's all the traces at? Link up with my sweet-skin ting, I got love for my paigon yat We slap loads of sweets for the team, don't act My nigga done shut down flats, you get gassed of a one odd ride, but my teammates back Bells get worked on blocks and the paigons dash, hold on, what's with the chit and the chat? Listen, 9 gang step out we ain't got no patience Turn a yute on a fence to a paigon I got my bro, if he got cheek or beef at any location 2 man, no Freddy and Jason, a young boy 'round there held a shaving It's been said in my Mad About Bars More time, I am being complacent I told man that the pixels shaken 'Dem boy don't chill on their block no more, shit den, it all vacated Fuck dat, man been on your block bare times and I still buss [?] treman Be careful bro when your barking teeth or close to the Stokey station Get close to the whip, I'm baking Listen, violent waps, my goons are dangerous More time man been a [?], why? Cah I bussed dem cases My opps, my opps don't know about 'leave no traces' Free the yutes in cages, how many man been splashed on the opp block, more time the chats frustrating Cah most of them yutes been ruffed He got touched and he got touched so what's all the fuss A man tried to send death threats on the net but opps can't fuck with the tug And them man dere tried to mention man, we roll up and do man properly All I know is tugs in my squady, too gully Listen, roll on your block and ping like berry Come beef me, the cartel are ready, I'm in the 4 door tryna bark already Might chop this shotty, you're holding the dots too long cah the bitch too heavy Bill got slapped on basic, next day he had to rob that telly, I said he had to rob that telly Treat them bits like a opp bitch, man just bang, you can take this shank And it ain't the truth you're telling, [?] ready Winter's popping, the beef gets cracking, more time I chip my readies It ain't the truth you're telling, [?] ready Part 2 [Intro] Rest up all my people Rest in peace Israel, rest in peace Ziggy, rest in peace Nana Banger Hey Mobz, that sounds wavey Hackney stand up, Homerton, 9 Listen, look [Verse 1] The pain in the block's too real We came from handling shots to carrying sticks, now I lost half of my team to the bill Rest up bro, he knows man stuck to the code, the roads got messy for real You don't know 'bout pain in the courts for a M and your marj don't how to feel Rainy nights on the block, that's a late night drill Rest up my bro, but more time the pagans feel This shits intense, the [?] been peak for real Listen, it's either you got it to bruck it And I hate when it jams like fuck it, plot it, don't chuck it Talk shit, I can draw out yutes, we can do this public The difference with us and them, we don't talk 'bout pumping It's like Halloween, get a kweff in your head like pumpkin I was cramped with Miles and Shegz on a late night hunting So push my bro the limit, of course I'll jump in I've got a shot with your name so mind how you talk and stuntin' We slap loads of sweets for you team, stop frontin' Rainy nights, the Nine will step on the crud ting Most of the time we roll on them yutes, they're cutting And late nights get tekky, the corn in the spins too loud, make it bang like Fekky Rest up Sheggy, he got B2, no leggies Only half of the story's told by my darg, too cheffy Mind out if you're talking crud cah the teeth look hefty The flows insane, they're rating the bars, I'm hard, my bros too heavy How many times we stepped wap and popped it at headies Listen, look, days I was broke I was juggin' around with my phone And days I was telling my shots it was flavour they're talking 'bout lems the dome Peddle bike grinding, making a name on my own Now I'm out here shelling the shows and smuggling O's Brodie this is the life I chose, now there's [?] on my life, too road The feds done a sweep, now half of my team on hold Damn, the whole of the hood been trapped in a Trident zone Damn, the whole of the hood been trapped in a Trident zone The realist know Part 3 [Intro] Throwback Big up Tinnie on this one Listen [Chorus] Let me tell you 'bout my throwback Back in the days with my bros, let me tell you 'bout my throwback All the good memories that I own, let me tell you 'bout my throwback I miss the young days now that I'm grown, let me tell you 'bout my throwback Let me tell you 'bout my throwback Let me tell you 'bout my throwback Back in the days with my bros, let me tell you 'bout my throwback All the good memories that I own, let me tell you 'bout my throwback I miss the young days now that I'm grown, let me tell you 'bout my throwback Let me tell you 'bout my throwback [Verse 1] Back in the days with my broski's yeah 'cause I miss them days You know knock down ginger from door to door Wake up, play squares in the cage And that was a ting for our age, that truly taught me a life lesson Don't be a dog, be the king in the game Spitting real facts get that stuck in your brain And I remember, until November Mandem writing bars and rhyming Middle of the circle, spitting hard digits Sony Ericsson, playing out Nutty Violinz Those were the days I got used to, mmm hmm And you know them ones when your boys got twos and you gotta use Bluetooth (Rah that one's a throwback) And I remember, firework season with the broski's never took no caution And after the longest day in the ends, we'd all grab a munch, a big portion And you know my meal five piece with the chips And the barbecue wings, lick our tings in the park Have a laugh with the tings, rah that one's a throwback Let me tell you 'bout throwback [Chorus] Let me tell you 'bout my throwback Back in the days with my bros, let me tell you 'bout my throwback All the good memories that I own, let me tell you 'bout my throwback I miss the young days now that I'm grown, let me tell you 'bout my throwback Let me tell you 'bout my throwback Let me tell you 'bout my throwback Back in the days with my bros, let me tell you 'bout my throwback All the good memories that I own, let me tell you 'bout my throwback I miss the young days now that I'm grown, let me tell you 'bout my throwback Let me tell you 'bout my throwback [Verse 2] Back in the days with my broski's yeah 'cause I miss them days You know knock down ginger from door to door Wake up, play squares in the cage And that was a ting for our age, that truly taught me a life lesson Don't be a dog, be the king in the game Spitting real facts get that stuck in your brain And I remember, until November Mandem writing bars and rhyming Middle of the circle, spitting hard digits Sony Ericsson, playing out Nutty Violinz Those were the days I got used to, mmm hmm And you know them ones when your boys got twos and you gotta use Bluetooth (Rah that one's a throwback) And I remember, firework season with the broski's never took no caution And after the longest day in the ends, we'd all grab a munch, a big portion And you know my meal five piece with the chips And the barbecue wings, lick our tings in the park Have a laugh with the tings, rah that one's a throwback Let me tell you 'bout throwback [Chorus] Let me tell you 'bout my throwback Back in the days with my bros, let me tell you 'bout my throwback All the good memories that I own, let me tell you 'bout my throwback I miss the young days now that I'm grown, let me tell you 'bout my throwback Let me tell you 'bout my throwback Let me tell you 'bout my throwback Back in the days with my bros, let me tell you 'bout my throwback All the good memories that I own, let me tell you 'bout my throwback I miss the young days now that I'm grown, let me tell you 'bout my throwback Let me tell you 'bout my throwback [Verse 3] Back in the days we were chilling in blocks I remember the drip, it was Voi and I show love top I came from the ground, now I'm grown, I crept to the top Look, I still got love for my bros cah I miss 'em a lot (Still got love for my bros) And, hold tight the mandem locked in a steel cage box Brozay wants to pop and bop, then Back to the grind bro, watch how the T-line pop We were kids in the 9 but my circle supplied 'dem crops Look, the trapping looked peak I bag and repeat, I slang it and pattern the streets Wrap that two in the blue of the bujj and crack to supply 'dem feens Baby rock with the tug and I can provide your dream Let me come to your crib for some lunch, we can blow some trees My R.O.D, she my sweetest one and my realest G She be throwing it back and be brucking it out to the beat Let me chat in your ear, she's in love 'cah my voice too deep She's in love 'cah my voice too deep [Chorus] Let me tell you 'bout my throwback Back in the days with my bros, let me tell you 'bout my throwback All the good memories that I own, let me tell you 'bout my throwback I miss the young days now that I'm grown, let me tell you 'bout my throwback Let me tell you 'bout my throwback Let me tell you 'bout my throwback Back in the days with my bros, let me tell you 'bout my throwback All the good memories that I own, let me tell you 'bout my throwback I miss the young days now that I'm grown, let me tell you 'bout my throwback Let me tell you 'bout my throwback