Ghetts – Mad About Bars - S5-E7 (2020) | Track profile | Dork

Ghetts – Mad About Bars - S5-E7 (2020) | Track profile | Dork

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Mad About Bars - S5-E7

[Intro: Kenny Allstar]

I don't even know if my voice could even give enough justice to what you're about to hear right now

But I know you pree the title

So we're gonna get it anyway

Who would've thought it?

Ghetts, on Mad About Bars

Wow

[Verse: Ghetts]

They only know what ends I'm from

But don't know what I'm a descendent of

Or who the fuck my ancestors were

Ask me how I'm doing and I'll just reply I can't complain

I own my masters but I still got the slave master's name

In the eyes of the news I'm just another black guy rapper

How can I talk 'bout killing my opps and in the same breath say Black Lives Matter?

My issues are deep rooted, original Israelites, Hebrew kid

Man wan' shut down the system and don't even reboot it

Somebody tell Tommy that we do this

I might catch a body with these two sticks

I'm not sorry my scene do bits

Fill up the lorry with Gs units

You know what the payola says

Them mandem have got llello for days

And I got a lot of money in Lloyd's bank

I'm real cakey, I'm way overweight

That's fifty in a rucksack

My man's coming up five bags short I'm like nah blud fuck that

Gimme the car and get bus back

Ain't seen my man in years but I remember the year that I done that

I was out ere with the scumbags

Real life, knockdown ginger

Come like Dr Dre on a drumpad

She can't recall where I live cause that's not the way that I come back

And that's not the way that I got there

Mum sent man to the shop I forgot what she wants from here

Took the Canada Goose and left the credit card and the Moncler

Got a lot on my mind right now I'm black and my problems don't stop there

Right now I don't feel too social

Start writing a tweet and delete it

Just cah I ain't too vocal

It don't mean that I'm keeping a secret

It's been a fucked up year but I'm hopeful, if we unite that's a serious achievement

Crabs in the barrel, it's always me and my own people competing

I don't 'ear these rockstars comparing numbers

The nerve of these old boys, how dare these youngers

I'm a wordsmith

Whenever I spell you should fear what I conjured

I'm a master in which craft?

This craft

Don't care where you come but it's only substance I submit submarine flow

Them man are in a sunken place

Bar after bar after bar after bar

Right now I'm in a drunken state

I'm so tapped in to this ting I wonder if Ghetts feels Justin's pain?

Nan told me keep my head up I walk around with an adjusted frame

Over ten years deep still Justin to some and still adjusting to fame

My music is all I play boy

I ain't accustomed to games

I know 'rona's lurking somewhere

All I can do is pray she don't come this way

[Outro: Ghetts]

Hang tight Ten Billy on the beat

Teeeezy on the cut

The albums en route

G double I G

Yeah

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