FIRST BEAT:
[Verse 1: Wretch 32]
I'm saying 2-13 didn't really have the best for me
In the studio cooking up, thought I had the recipe
Still things are looking up, I believe in energy
Last few months I made a quarter mil festively
God, why you testing me? How you let my granny die?
Every time I drive past her house, have to wipe my eye
I would trade places with her now just to see her fly
That day I put her in the ground left me traumatised
Still I crack on, hit the bar every night
I could have a girl every day but I won't have a life
They just wanna go on a date, they wanna grab a bite
If I put you in the frame, you'd get camera shy
Flash flashing, my pupils have had enough
It's like all eyes on me, but it ain't adding up
If I had a penny for every smile, every pause
I'd peel off like a tangerine but I cherry yours
Fruity, when your diamonds don't have any flaws
That's when you're like Lord Sugar-
Pardon my French, but that's just the desi talk
Ballers who uplift their ends, that's who I support
So, I told em pass through
Barbecue, even had a bouncy castle
That's cause in Tottenham I'm like their Dizzee Rascal
My ends gunning for me, know we've got arsenal, come on!
See, I love it when my brothers come home
If I'm going to Italy, my brother come Rome
I threw in the next key, my brother just drove
Mercedes back to back, that's what I call grown
I guess we've come a long way from them pissy flats
Mad-smelling, vomit in the stairs, I got sick of that
Some cats sticking up my dogs when we're in the trap
That's why it's called a deadly race, it's a deadly lap
Yeah, see when I never had any fans
I was on the wheel of fortune, tryna peddle grams
Wrong spin, got a caution when I was heading back
Counted, I had more blessings than petty cash
Yeah, I guess anyone can do the maths
Mad, now one verse costs a thousand wraps
Mad, I swear there ain't nothing to subtract
Now all my Os come in the bank
Lately, I've been thinking 'bout my highs and lows
Been on the side of the bus like Dynamo
Had no ticket on the bus, way out my zones
Now inside my tour bus is kinda like my home
I say "father, thank you for everything"
My team's blessed, my manager bought a wedding ring
We sleep less, we channelled thoughts, yes we did
Neatly-dressed on the cats' walk, I get it in
In, in, penny for your thoughts
You could have a fuck failing, ah, hold on, hold on
You could succeed failing, unwritten law
The Titanic ship was going down before taking off
So I ain't taking off, the pacemaker's God
I'm like earth, wind and fire, I can take the fall
Before I take the loss, I rip my label off
I rip the paper out my show, leave my agent cloth
Run and run across the roll and get written off
But what I'm saying, I'm same Jermaine, I'll never change
It's a liberty that my statue isn't in the States
I'm writing a book, my brother, I'm on a different page
[Verse 2: Scorcher]
I ain't designed for this industry cause I've got it in for me
Rappers that I run off on person are record-dissing me
Certain times they've got me feeling like I'm going mad
I left the road, but last year I've started going back
Fuck your little flow blood, I ain't showing no love
I just lost 10 racks all cause of a grow flood
So fuck everybody rapping 'bout they cashing out
Fake rapper, that's the shit you never rap about
All I do is fuck gyals, do shows, write lyrics
You see the n***as round here? They're my n***as
Started from the sandpit, gravel in their eyes
So if I die, them man'll turn [?] tonight
Yeah, Everton's cool but we own it
Make sure you're playing by the rules when you rolling
But fuck all of that bullshit, my baller brother's a millionaire
Every time I go to his spot, I wanna live in there
Yeah, it's got me feeling inspired
It's the Barksdale flow, I've been preeing The Wire
Man are chatting 'bout they're fly but they ain't seen on a flyer
Ayy listen, oy, fuck you know?
I've done a hundred shows, couple tours up and down the country
As long as I'm writing lyrics, my son'll be living comfy
I never used a pen and paper when I wrote this lyric
Cuh everything I do, boy that's [?]
I was sitting in a dark room, tryna find a light switch
Grandfather died, it felt like I had a side stitch
The pain in my heart, but I had to man up
He was there when I was crawling, when he left I had to stand up
Looking at my son tryna extend the legacy
As for his mother, I'll do anything 'cept a wedding ring
'Cept a wedding ring, they can't lie
You see the thing is with bad habits, they can't die
I started on the [?], then I got the whole one
Then I got the two and a Q, fuck, I was moving a few
Then a half bar, then I got the Obi
I skipped out the 80, jumped to the whole key
Then I brought my cousin in, I could put my trust in him
Same grandparents, natural born hustlin'
Alex [?], dropped me a 35
I clocked that, the P's live
[Verse 3: Mercston]
They can't change me, remember riding round in the summer
No AC, silver, four door, a Rover 200
Round 80, me and fucking Stacey
I ain't fucked with dem gyal in a while though, facety
Rah, tell a pussyhole face me
I'll fuck you up n***a, then don't play with me
Back to the flow though, I'm with a gyal in Manolos
On the way to the MOBOs, before I left I took a photo, black suit, sharp shoes and an auto
I've got [?], hit the gym
Gyal dem say my lines are like DeAngelo, yeah
I used to see a girl that went St Angela's, swear
Believe that there, as we reach back there, what we do is wrong
While sipping on a Ciroc amaretto, your girl
Told me that I'm special
I don't know the cause but I came in with a rebel
I don't know where Wretch is, but Scorch is there on the table
Giving the rest to Staple
I swear to God, I'm finding it hard to stay faithful
I'm on the grind, bitches be inboxing me their navel
[?], I swear it's on the table
Almost covered in maple, shit
I really need to take in what my granny said, I'm going Marrakech
Need to clear my mind, I can't believe that my granny's dead
I never show emotion but as of late, I've been panicking
Dad's going through some shit, gotta be around for him
Can't let him down again, UGH!
The feeling in my heart when my granddad went, BAH!
Listen, I needed some seconds to stay composed
So when I'm out burning this bread, I'll make a toast
YOLO, that's only in the flesh though
On my second innings I'll be chilling with the lost ones
Playing Lauryn Hill in the motor, constant
I ain't trying to go out like Bronson
Got a princess, I don't wanna die though
When I'm in the Merc, it's me and her fucking side-on
We travel round the world, Valentine's was in the Eiffel
Both sides she was in the [?] in the eve, that's in the Bible
I'm a maestro, you already know the flow goes like this
Ice code, tekkers, swerving like lino
[?] Richie, Lionel
Going through the city, alright go
[Verse 4: Ghetts]
May the Lord forgive us
We've been sinning since Adam and Eve
Is Eve short for evil?
Cause she forced the apple down Adam's throat
We're all feeble when there's bad involved
So, so
I'm making money while I'm making bad decisions
What I mean is making money could get a n***a back in prison
J Clarke was Ray Charles before I ever had a vision
What they say about hindsight?
It's 20/20 when your mind's right
So, looking back
Before I had a foot in rap I had to pull a strap
A minor violation is something I couldn't have, I just [?]
After weighing good and bad, Wretch
I never thought I would adapt
Call a n***a [?], would've got a fucking attitude like
"What the fuck you looking at?"
I was too hype
Now look at man
Tryna move right
Rapping from experience
Literally, rapping from experience
So this is the girl that missed her period
Baby on the way and now you have to look way beyond the day
This shit is serious
The days have gone away when we were creeping in the backdoor
And yeah I got a beating when my dad saw
Hated my dad for that
So at the time I was like "what the fuck are dads for"?
Never realising that most of my friends fathers all departed after dramas
And never came back or even made a phone call
Man are like "Ghetto you don't know, at least you had yours"
This could be the reason why n***as are anti-social, it's so true
This is life as we know it
Before Channel 4 decided to show it
Think they know about the... (I'll catch it, I'll catch it)
Look, Dushane and Sully
Would they remain buddies?
Cause look at what the gutter does
Sully hit rock bottom and [?] fucked his own cousin
Feds watching til they come for us
Charlie, little [?] with crack fiends for mothers
They're in the mix and they're guaranteed to fuck him
And kill a snitch [?] before he suffers
Kamali's in a ditch, we don't live in no suburbs
So you wanna be the Top Boy
So now you're putting work in on the block boy
All the brothers are rating you but your dog's moist
He'll be in the ends, so everybody wanna box Floyd
Why? Cause we can all talk a good fight
If I swing with my left, you won't look right
But when Rafe comes around
Don't ask what he's doing with his strally, rrraa!
Goodnight!
I'm reminiscing bout the good times
Me and my n***as on our push bikes
Now we smoke green, paint the town red
Sell the the most brown and we push white
I'm a dark skin n***a living colourful
Ask a hater why the hell I'm on his mind so much
When's the last time you gave your own Mum a call
You talking bout me?
She's struggling with the shopping and she could've fell
Down the stairs, backwards, doing somersaults
Oh, you're a father?
Buy your son a ball
Take him to park and let him run around
Instead of acting like a wall for this juggernaut you mother-fucking clown
There's levels to this shit
Don't talk to me unless you're levelling with this
Top 3, top 5, top 10, top 20
You ain't never in the mix

SECOND BEAT:

[Verse 1: Mercston]
Me, Jermaine, Tayo, Justin
Too many levels above these, just in
Eight years ago when I touched in
Two bags a video, a n***a's been hustling
"Summertime" as a ringtone around the country
I'm like, you're like, trust me
So many gyal at the time wanted to fuck me
Done some of them, got brain from one, was a bad choice
I was mad 'nnoyed, uh
But they say there's light at the end of the tunnel
Come out the end of the tunnel, '09
Murked in a black beamer, no licence
Car full of smelly like I couldn't hear the sirens
When they stopped me, I was dazed, I had to lie to em
He never had a criminal record
Neither should've I have done that shit, for the record
You already know what I do on the record
Tell em again, tell em again, tell em again
I'm one of the coldest, you don't know this?
I'm part timer, let me know where the show is
Never had a deal but you wouldn't even know it
Shouting like I've had ten of them, Barack a
Real president, 8 years later
Fuck around, still relevant
Never war but I swing like a pendulum
Or a pinata
It's been in my blood, I'm like a dreadlock ragga
D'ya know, the flow's sick but I'm badder
I'm on the telly, [?]
D'ya know, I've got 45 bruddas
But, d'ya know, I've got 45 runners
It's never a question if I kill it after summer
Summer before the summer before the summer
I'm never on a hype though
Might see me in a manor with a white girl
I don't touch that, I really mean a white girl
White, white, white
When I move, whole yard's gonna be white
Come in, chill, my Roley's on the side
The Movement's back, are you glad that we're alive?
Uh, yeah, uh, let me kill em with the peace sign
I can have the peace vibes
When you see me, I'd rather keep the beast rhyme
[?] but you see Friday?
I be on the E round here, top boy
They can't kill off Komali
I'm with my two n***as and the bud in the Marley
You know the swag's dumb, gotta keep it retarded
I tell a pussy boy that I don't wanna talk him
[?] make a likkle young boy bark him
Bruv, they're like, middle of the market
Five years later, same old [?]
Them boy can't hustle, don't know why they're farcing
Started ten before me but I passed em
Now when I drive, I beep when I pass em
So yeah, still out, dark skin

[Verse 2: Ghetts]
M.O.V.E.M.E.N.T
You don't know? Then let me spill it out for ya
They want the beast back, then let me get him out for ya
There's no doubt in my head, I'm letting off around and a
And anybody getting mad for ya
We say dead, all dem fraudsters for dead
Riko said it from day, blood
How you mean?
Dear grime, I know we had something special
And I ain't been around lately
But I swear down, I miss you, how you been?
You've been abandoned so many times
So many guys have used you and abused you
And I'm one of them, but if I come again
Together for ten years, give me another ten
Oi Risky, I know you remember
It was me, you, her, Nocturnal and Sullivan
Blue jacket, chipped tooth
I was the best then, I'm the best now
I know exactly how to convince you
Facts only, everyting real in my pad only
Think about all the historical moments in grime
And count how many I'm a part of, man know me
Listen, I'm speaking, how can a guy win a war with me
If his war with me is his biggest achievement?
Oi, don't piss me off, I'm going on wicked this evening
Listen, I'm peaking, I'll kill a man
D'ya know, some bars go over your head
Fast flow, setting on fire the charcoal
I'm a G, you're an arsehole
I'm a ki, you're an half [?]
You're a fiend and I'm [?]
I fell asleep in a dark hole
And I woke up on the wrong side of the bed
With your girlfriend walking around in my bathrobe
N***as say they're living the life, you're living a lie
You're an adult, living in your bredrin's shadow
Now you wanna try living in mine
It's my name keeping your lyrics alive
Armed and dangerous, 8s
16s, 24s, 32s, 48s
64 bars in my cranium
If them man are hard then I be titanium
My name should've been Damien
I'll drain out every vein in em
I kill a pagan when I rain on em
Then take back the flows that I gave to them
Cuh they ain't gonna be around
Much longer
Me a gon' live long like Abraham
You wanna rap? Box? I can do both
My n***a, I'm Adrien
Half Jamaican, half Grenadian
They might see me in a dance with a man like Farz
Who's that? You know my bredrin
The one that looks Saudi Arabian
I'll be the man that
Jumps in a weapon tank to 140 Grime Street on the satnav
Macbook Pro and some 9s is in my backpack
Man should know when i arrive, its a wrap that's
Never gonna be unfolded
I've got a fully loaded clip and a motive
Bullets over fists, you know this
Boydem are pulling over whips
I noticed you're gonna hold a stick for Moses
Oh shit, man, I can't wait till I'm back home
I'm homesick and I'm that close to vomiting
I've been away too long, so long
There's so many places that man don't recognise
But the second I'm home, them bruddas are getting terrorised
If anybody asks who the enemy
GHE double T S, PS
Ain't no other MC on the level I'm on
Everybody wanna know where the hell am I from
Cause it sure ain't Earth
I stand out like a sore thumb
One man stampede, they don't wanna rumble
I bet I'm the last man standing when the war's done
I'll be going like the brudda in Saw I
What's the 4-1? When I'm on a raw one
I'm home now and I can see squatters in my yard
Three man stretched out on the floor one
I'm home now and it's 12 on the dot
Boy Better Know man better be gone before 1
Suck you, fuck what, suck your mum
Heart in my chest, pure one
Anybody starting with Ghetts, more guns
Got an apartment in West where I store some

[Verse 3: Wretch 32]
My whole life is an outing
Call me Wretch 32000
I can hit everybody with my single
Or just drop everybody with my album
Uh, would you still stay humble
If you could get 10 bags for a run-through?
And every girl that you touch want to touch you
And still get no aggro in your jungle?
Ayy, they ain't killing my vibe
I spent 30 on a watch, just killing some time
Living in the limelight so I'm sipping on lime
You wanna bet? I can kill you with dice
You ain't a threat, I could kill you with lines
I rewrote history like a million times
Yeah, and you know that I'm fly
But grounded cuh I done it with grime
But it's the M.O.V.E.M.E.N.T
Please tell me what you're telling to me
Swear down, a bag's like a tenner to me
You don't wanna see my regular fee
They say they got dough like it's growing on trees
But they ain't got a lemon to squeeze
Uh, they ain't ready for me
See, I'm unorthodox like my second release
It goes vroom vroom when I pull off, automatic
It's just the G-wagon
It goes boom boom when I'm on stage, it's erratic
It's just me rapping
See, I'm one of the best, I ain't one of the rest
That's why I'm a G like the one after F
Even 32 will be the one after Wretch
So the ting's set, hold up
I used to have shit clothes
I used to bag six Os
But now I've got six hoes
And I can't keep my zip closed
See, I might drop a chick out
But I won't drop a chick home
That's if she got a big mouth
But she ain't got a big throat
Ayy, I'm nasty by nature
They say me face flavour
Ayy, I smartly come tapered
With Cartier fragrance
Yeah and you're saying you're cakers
But I'm tryna buy the bakers
Yeah, without making a statement
I still make a statement