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