Ghetts – IC3 (feat. Skepta) Lyrics

Ghetts – IC3 (feat. Skepta) Lyrics
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Ghetts (feat. Skepta)
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    Album: IC3 (feat. Skepta) - Single
    Track No: 01
    All black attire
    Draw back and fire
    My ****-dem ride out
    Horseback for hire
    Full clip in the drive
    I ain't talking Richard
    And I'm talking prior
    What you know about death and bury?
    What you know about press and semi? (Huh)
    What you know about (Greaze)
    What you know about Ghetts and Skeppy? (Go on then, yeah)
    I feel like I'm born again
    Me and Ghetts on the track and it's feeling like the rooftop all again
    Yeah, we're firing that corn again
    Get the toe tags and the bodybags in
    Soon as they told me about the power that came with the black skin
    Unlocked it, then I tapped in
    Alchemist, when I feel the pressure I make diamonds
    I cannot stop getting the racks in
    Who would've thought back then we'd be some powerful black men?
    Back when we was in estates I was trapped in, trappin'
    You don't know how it's impacted us
    Can't block a **** when flats are us
    Abandoned flats where the mandem trap
    I took a few Ls in my Champion hat
    Came back like a champion and landed jabs while being branded 'black'
    African man, you see the jewels on my neck
    Class of Deja, went school with the best
    When I fire my lyrics, you know I shoot for the chest and the head
    Eyes rolled back, better check if he's dead
    I cannot act for the image
    I'm in the motherland putting racks in the village
    What you talkin' 'bout, Willis?
    Ever see me on the iPhone, better know that I'm talking 'bout business
    Don't tell me go back where I came from
    While the queen sits there in stolen jewels
    Cool, I'll go back with a chain on
    And light up the place like Akon
    Hmm, I got a bullet with your name on
    Blood stains on the pavement you played on
    You think I give a fuck about a loose screw?
    My brother, my whole brain's gone
    Look in the mirror, I see king, I see me
    I see who? I see what? IC3
    Look in the mirror, I see king, I see me
    I see what? I see who? IC3
    Yeah, please don't talk about numbers
    I don't wanna hear what he did
    Talk about me, you're talking undefeated
    Talk about SK, G, H, no introduction needed
    The queen offered me the MBE
    I said no and I raised my fist
    I went home, got my chieftaincy
    Now I'm back on the strip
    Police stop me in the street, they wanna take a pic
    There's only one Ghetts and there's only one Skepta
    Blood of a king, so I named my son Emperor
    You see, right now I'm on a mad one
    I need red rooms for the whole month, Pepstar
    How can they say I don't want no smoke
    Like man don't know I am the drug tester
    The young mad boy, old **** love lecture
    Diamond under pressure
    Them man are playing Question Time
    Talking about, "Who's next in line?, "Who the best in Grime?"
    All we wanna know is who gonna stand the test of time
    Labels on the phone and I had to press decline
    With a heart like mine how could I quit?
    Bought a crib out of the bits
    Mumsy proud of the kids
    Didn't wanna play us on the radio
    We took the ting worldwide
    Now man are pissed
    I'm a serial cheat, I got with too many exes
    You don't know long I been dumping
    Where was you when that Boy Better Know and that movement?
    Hear right now, man are wondering
    Some of you **** need humbling
    I got drink that needs pouring
    Got weed that needs crumbling
    Got gyal asking my real name
    My mum don't even call me Justin
    Look in the mirror, I see king, I see me
    I see who? I see what? IC3
    Look in the mirror, I see king, I see me
    I see what? I see who? IC3
    Go on then, go on then
    Go on then, draw for the 'chete
    Bullets start dropping down like confetti
    Won't bring a strap if the beef is petty
    Nah, rudeboy, I just draw for the 'chete
    Make your belly look like a bowl of spaghetti
    Leave your lip bust and your forehead sweaty
    I'll make you wish you never drawed the machete
    Go on then, you think you're ready? Greaze

    Writer(s): Joseph Junior Adenuga, Justin Clarke Samuel, Rio Romaine Willis & TJ Amadi.

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