Fire in the Booth Part 3

Not another nigga, nah, not another nigga

Dropped on the front line with a cop behind the trigger

Throw your spirit in the sky, probably drop you down and snigger

That’s why every drop of Henny’s like a shot inside my liver

Certain I’m the difference, but they’ll probably beg to differ

Tryna spit my thousand words before they crop me out the picture

That a selfie, self-less, I’m self-raising

I had no P, outta breath, I kept chasing

Couldn’t go sleep, no rest, this world’s waiting on my Rolly

Hell yeah, you tell Satan that I pray to the Lord, pray to the most high

Penny for my thoughts, you’ll get a monkey for most lines

I turn words into numbers

That made work for my brothers

From a kid in the bits to Columbus

Now the world’s my circumference

My little man’s talking ‘bout bands, I just hope that my son’s in the Mumford’s

Hope he don’t lose his way, the apple don’t fall too far

The designer’s the future in every way

And I’m better than Shakespeare, and I ain’t writing any plays

Nor am I writing to get played, it’s just my right to get the plays

I was underground ‘cause it’s alright to take the train

But if you was God’s son would you be hiding in the shade?

I’m Rolling in the Deep, setting Fire to the Rain

And it’s Written in the Stars in some Newton Oil Paint

When I craft my art, I favour Banksy

Man I’m Rich with life, I’m on my Antwi

You see I’ll hold my weight until my hands bleed

Only got my word and my bars, swear on my canteen

Man if I punch lines, I’ll show you hand speed

I will do a Strickland Banks before I Plan B

Nigga I go realer, you chimpanzee

Monkey I don’t fancy dress, I dress fancy

You see I once was lonely to start off

Not now, these companies, I’m a part of

Verset Vodka, that’s that drink we own all of

I’ll show you the flick of the wrist, because my arm’s strong

Strength no weakness, doing press-ups like the kids

Now I’m trying to get my kids a head start

To get them set, on their marks

On this marathon of life I’m Gebrselassie, a son of Selassie I

Mo Farah, my brother, told me keep up my stride

More Stephen Lawrence than Boris, running to stay alive

Try, crop me out picture like I’m Dame

But I’m just another Jigga with some glitter in my chain

Eight hundred on my frames, half a milli on my plates

Only keep it 100 if I’m running with Usain

But I keep it 300 when I’m running with my mates

On some Louis Farrakhan, we ain’t running from a race

I grew up in a maze, where I saw cats chasing their tails

Dogs selling to cats, man killing their dogs

The lost things that they found, the found thing that there God

Fighting over ground, but to none of us it belongs

And the cons outweigh the pros, but the pros can wear your odds

And turn coke into powder, that’s just connecting the dots

Man, now are you tempted to shot?

Tempted to touch, attempted to murder

They tried to kill me before, nothing against me shall prosper

Money on my head, I'll have to Kevin my Costner

Coming for my bread, I’ll turn your muscles to lobster

Wifey playing nurse, and guess who’s playing the doctor?

Dr. King, Dr. Dre, man I sold pharmaceuticals, I did the doctor way

Man I’m trying to meet Jay before he dashes the Roc away

Cause Bishop show up prison, man, I’m only a block away

Rich said “Who wakes up and really wants to come second?”

Counting on my brother, got me counting all my blessings

Ever lost someone who found you with intentions on bringing something out of you to turn you to a legend?

When I hear the news I had to park up on the curb

I was on the phone to [Twin?], and we didn’t even say a word

I’m so used to pain, but there’s a difference when it hurts

Cause when they took away your body man it multiple your worth, in my eyes

I had tears in my eyes, Dunn's River Fallin’, man I couldn’t even dry cry

Spend time alone, see I just had to define life

The good die young, so your calling was primetime

Last time I came I competed with the world

Now this time I’m here I’m competing with myself

Don’t put me in a bracket with no one bro

I got so many bullet points, bruv, that I overload

Add me to the magic you might give him an overdose

While I swim into a ocean, rock the boat, cause I overflow

I’m so used to splashing, man I’m so used to splashing

Young Fire’s on the rise, and he’s just waiting for the baton

But I told him that he might have race me till I’m [paton?]

Got my masters in English, so I may resort to Latin

By the time you hear time, I’ll be past gear six

And if they ain’t dead already, they just had a near miss

I put the “fear” in fearless

Pussy, get a smear test

And if it gets political, call me Tony Blair Witch

Why did we vote “Leave?” Why did we vote “Leave?”

The government’s sending kids to sleep with no dreams

Their trying to tick a box, you would have thought they sold weed

Everybody’s high, no wonder why the future’s codeine

Codeine crazy, every dabbin’, having codeine babies

Having March Madness, cause their Rolly’s 18

But I’m “Mr. Free B.A. Baracus,” A-Team

With the top down, got the whip looking Page 3

Do you sympathise with me?

Started From the Bottom, why the keep reminding me?

There’s no similarities with you and I

If I gotta die to be the best, would you do or die with me?

I grew on the late Biggie hypnotizing me

Am I grime? Am I rap? Why they keep dividing me?

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Why they keep dividing me?

Everybody goes deep and can SCUBA dive, yeah

They can all flow 'til they gotta synchronise with me

I made my own lane—can you see the drive in me?

I’m banned from every club—can you see the Nile in me?

There’s hatred in my love—can you see the irony?

It’s flamin' in my lungs—I should take this mic with me

Cause I’m James Brown when he shot up the label

I’m Scarface with a key of coke on the table

Singing a song of praise, but I don’t need no appraisal

Cause I’m Pharrell Grindin’, just tryna Pusha my ends

Spirit of DMX, singing Flesh of My Flesh

I’m Nas before Kelis and old school K. West—new school K. West

Still they all ain’t Wretch

‘Cause if they don’t call me classic, gotta call me blessed

But I still do the sign of the cross, before I leave out

You can nail me to the cross—if you need now

If you keep calling me blood, and we don’t bleed out, and let that shit run like rivers—you’re in de-nial

Most Ws in the booth—I’m in the league now

This is called "Fire in the Wretch"—3-2 style

Charlie change the name!

And if they don’t say I’m nice, then they didn’t play it twice

You know why?

That’s cause 365 I stay Growing Over Life

Ah, yeah

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