[Intro:]
You see when you're growing up I think the most important thing to you is finding an identity that resonates with your peers, and in best case scenarios elevates you above them
Where I'm from we hate the identities we are given 'cause there's nothing inspirational about them, so we create alter-egos
You call them street names or aliases, but for us it's about refining who you are and who you want to be
Most people only have one or two, with only one being really known - I had three
That's what the cypher is about - all three of my identities have it out
Each express their reasons for being, making a case for why they're exceptional artists and necessary identities for unique reasons
For me I found Ghetto, he was my way of finding a voice and identity - he was dark, free, rebellious, absent minded but completely aware
Ghetts came from Ghetto having to grow up, you see once your character resonates with the people that you find, you have to inspire or you feel restricted to (do so)
He was mastery, passion, controversial, and a necessary friend who aims for creativity
Now Justin is the most accomplished, he is me, I am him
He is a father, a hard worker, and a symbol of acceptance because he is the man on my family timeline and not grime's
But in saying that, I am all three, and they are all me
This is a microcosm of grime..

[Verse 1: Ghetto]
G H E double T and O!
Once again I’m on a hype ting
Dive in the deep end smiling
Throwing up signs a the east end whiling
Back like I never been away
I been telling my fans for a while I would never leave them silent
Back like I never been, back like I never been, back like I never been away
I ain't one of these emcees that these emcees could ever emcee and intimidate
I eliminate anybody in the game, open 'em up like a Minute Maid
I deliver pain like pain be their middle name
Rain on niggers with a little fame
Every one of my lyrics never comes with a gimmick, I’m back now
Ay bredda, your run is finished
Don’t know about Ghetto, I’m hearing talk about Ghetto
Man are saying that Ghetto fell off
Fell off? What, do I sound like I fell off dog?
Fell off who? Fell off not
Anybody you rate, fuck them
Ain't got nothing on Ghetto, Ghetts or Justin
I already told you n***as when its comes to bars I am a certified drunken
[Verse 2: Ghetts]
Man are like, "Where’s Ghetts been?"
Yeah there’s a lot a new emcees coming up
But something inside me will never let me accept them
I’m guessing I’m a veteran
Who's stepping in my section?
Manaman a rebel, I’m against them
Whole another level of connections, manna got the metal
Did I mention? 9s, MAC 10s, .38s
Oh what a venomous selection
Go ahead violate, who you know
Will never be an exception
I'm a wrongan, and I will never settle for correction
Ay bredda stop begging for attention
I would never beg for nothing, but I would give and arm and leg for redemption
I just wanna do good, 'cause that’s nothing to do with the devil's intentions
Cursed by Satan and blessed by God
Live and let die, rep thy block
Niggers better gimme the respect I want
There’s no love for me in the ends I’m from
I demand it regardless still come through on the R6, retarded
Dumb stunting, old friends looking in my bolt hating, and it still hasn’t sunk in

[Verse 3: J Clarke]
J Clarke, I try and live righteous
You know; praise god, eat well, train hard
Me fail to raise bars? Nah, I do that in and out of the gym, like it be the same craft
I just want make my parents proud
When I was young I was well look after, I’m looking out for my parents now
Hear me out, I been through so much but somebody somewhere would love living my life - so there ain't no tears allowed
I’m so use to the sun not shining, I’m prepared for clouds
What ever the weather, whether I’m heavily pressured or not I’m feeling better than ever before
This is Jay Clarke from Ghetto Gospel
The fans know they’ve met him before
[Verse 4: Ghetto]
G H E double T and O!
Firing! I got that look in my eye again
Who’s Ghetts? I be the Risky Roadz guy again
If another emcee says there the best in front of me, I tell an emcee don’t lie again
What blood personal and up close, cut throat blade under ya neck like a violin
All these emcees want is a wheel, well I'll 4 by 4 drive Michelin tyre them
Nah you don’t want it with that Westwood Ghetts
Stoney on my head top, MCs ganging up, spin 'em all over on Westwood's set
I been away for a year, have the new wave for a year
The new line up I left should rep - I’ve already paid my dues
There ain't a page in my cheque book left

[Verse 5: Ghetts]
Back for the throne, the same throne I naturally own
Let 'em know I’m in my actual zone
No pad, just bars in a Blackberry phone, it's way more practical Though, I wanna strangle a throat when they say that I spit to fast
All because there brains can not handle the flow
I be do everything you can’t, I can make another artist cancel his show
I got the power - dismantled the Eiffel tower, none of you could ever call me the coward
It was me swinging it out on Logan with Skepta, Jme, and Will
Now it's like your memory could only go back one hour
Show, shower
Now I bet they all wan fi know how I never had a sell-by date but they're all sour

[Verse 6: J Clarke]
Get money, get gal
You watch face, you won’t excel
I don’t care what a next mans doing or done
In fact I pray for my enemies, I wish all my friends well
Every day I try and make sure my money and time's been spent well
Came home after a meeting I had, "How did it go", "Went well"
Progress, sometimes you gotta protest when your going through the process and being over looked like you ain't a pro yet
I keeps it profesh, on time, money up front, me and my n***as are grown men
[Verse 7: Ghetto]
Top 3 dead or alive, no debate
Me and you in the same league, what?
Nah nah nah nah nah, we ain't!
Don’t try talk to me, I don’t wanna liaise
I wouldn't even do a song with you for the money, cos I wouldn't wanna see your face at the PAs
G H I can’t behave, I wanna create another empire full of technical spitters
Exceptional lyrics, air bending against all physics, this is destiny's wishes
More substance, less of the gimmicks
Best of the British, full clip and 16s, and I'll lick down anybody's embassy with it
Send for me? Send for me? Send for me, init?
Write a '64 and mention me init
I don’t care about you
But I'll address it whenever I be around you
1 slap 2 slap 3 slap 4
A slap for every time you mouth moves

[Outro: J Clarke]
I am a man they could never decipher
They say they don't understasnd
Two times out of three, I don't understand me either