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