I see the devil in my sleep I thank God for every blessing I receive A lesson learned is a lesson I can teach And a winner never won without a lesson in defeat Faith is my drug And they're tryna give me life for possession of belief Look at it, can't see air but it's there And the fact we breathe's enough evidence to me I used to have a heart of gold until I replaced it for a fist full of dollars Now I know the only benefit is Ps Living for today, afraid of facing tomorrow Lying to myself, saying I've got everything I need And I used to want a face I could borrow Cause people used to tell me every day about my teeth Insecure about my smile, so I went and put my money where my mouth is Now it's evident to see I'm just a victim of what someone else thinks I was brainwashed while I was watching the world spin "I would never conform" is what I used to tell Prince Now at the world end, this whirlwind, bells ring Well my name's set, and I hate when Bruddas be talking like they know me but we ain't friends Wastemen, they hate me But if everybody loved me I'd be Raymond But I'm Justin, clock Samuel What you think it means? An assumption I can't handle I ain't never ever been the rapper I was labelled in the Sun How can I be the artist that police can't cancel? When I can literally be saying it's begun And they instantly think that I'm saying it's a gun It's begun, it's a gun Ain't it a shame what this shit's become? Now every rapper out wants to rap about trapping, well I was trapping when I used to hang around Aaron But I ain't jumping on the "every rapper out" wagon My brudda, I'll still be killing it when that is out of fashion Look how many eras I've survived And I've been doubted from the second I arrived, never mind Let's talk about the comparisons, the people they compare me to Without buying my albums, the only thing they hear me do is Freestyles, but meanwhile The jury's out, I'm still being trialed They wanna judge me because I stand in the stock It's like people criticising a film they haven't watched Watch this, Ghetts this and Ghetts that But you'll never get shit when Ghetts raps On my microphone tekkers, boy You ain't never have an open mind unless I cock the TEC back Bang! And all I want is next year Is these words not to fall upon deaf ears Anyway, that's enough about the industry Let's talk about the man behind the music The sidekick, the man behind the Movement Two years silent, analysing the blueprint And now I'm back from my sabbatical You be acting like a break ain't understandable Years in the game, it made me a cannibal There's rules to this shit but I ain't read the manual I would've done so many things differently Now every move I make's extremely tactical I think out the box While I'm lighting up something that'll stink out the block Reminiscing - different day, same shit Repetition - it's a shame, ain't it? Recognition, deep spitters remain nameless Every listen, these lyrics evade basic Men and women The sample told me I should tell you how I feel inside So for the last three minutes or so I just let my guard down to tell the world what I'm feeling like You don't feel me, why? GH I wrote this when I realised they don't get the picture Unless you give 'em the whole clip What the fuck was I holding back for? Nah, that ain't like me Gotta get the hunger back Stop spitting like when I was a younger man I done been through so much shit In these last few years, fake bruddas wouldn't understand I was born with the underhand No silver spoon, and a line right there Make a brudda like me wanna wield a tune I woulda bumba fam They say that struggle builds character Well I guess that's why you can base a movie on my life This some inspirational shit I've been doing this for people of all races Who never had it easy God bless everyone I'm interracial with this And that ain't a word But you know what I meant And I ain't gotta say that I'm putting in 100 You already know the percent There ain't no controlling me when I feel like the whole world's coming against me Now the time's right, I'mma show them again So hard, I could put a hole in cement Go-go-go for me then, go-go-go for me then Probably won't reply but I love it You ain't the first and I swear on the Bible You won't be the last, I expect it You know what they do in the grime scene when they wan' be respected? Whose name gets called out? That's right, you guessed it Mr Top 3 Selected, could've made Lord of the Mics do Triple the numbers it done, but why would I do that And make another man get rich? And a man I don't like at that But that's grime and that's rap And to you that live in the past Can't help but backtrack Cartwheels, back flips Somersaults, handstands That's what I'll do when you people realise All these pricks just act bad This Twitter ting? Sickening! Sometimes when I'm looking at my timeline I don't wanna believe my eyesight like "Nah, he could've never said that" These kids need discipline Once again someone's seeking attention He needs a direction, go ahead, mention Ghetts Cuh otherwise nobody's listening I ain't mad, get your views up Ain't that awarding? I'm a wolf amongst stray dogs Don't make me ride on my enemies Old school BMX, no brakes On all these MCs act on it when They've been putting out music for years and it's dead So nobody don't acknowledge them, mad It's the return of the prodigal son Ethan from Mission Impossible, Hunt My life's a pronominal one The only matrix and an oracle one Rooftop, diabolical plunge Pains, abdominal ones Left home like say I had a horrible mum Suitcase packed and a roommate That ain't never gonna [?] But I be on a crusade and Anybody who's sleeping on me ain't getting their duvets back UK grime, UK rap The UK's mine, man are using tracks Go harder, Mo Farah doing eight laps Logic, Reason and Cubase that Ain't an issue, Charlie You know when the game has missed you? It's boom, bye bye when I raise the pistol If I ain't giving one of these new wave fuckers A cosign, they actually ain't official If you were so grime, you would know why In '05, Eskiboy had an invaded igloo I was on that lyrical combat And from that, a bredda add a name to this do Now I gotta draw for the old school Ghetts Freedom of Speech time full of vocal threats Reading between lines, was a nigga ever calling me that? I ain't answered a phone call, yet I'm local And I'm a mogul, yes, antisocial [?] socialist when they're getting in my circle Passport check no let him in the terminal Cause they be on a global flex I'm that guy, even when I've been away I kill it, kill the game when it's comeback time The comeback's like a comeback from Mike Jesus Christ when I come back twice Soul 2 Soul, come back to life Reality check for these fuckboys None of you [?] action time I be duppying anybody who jumps in line, mad Ride outside, ride out time, find out why I'm on a wile out vibe I will never let one of my enemies kill me, I'd rather die how Winehouse died I ain't ever had it from anybody or anyone, I am the MC but I never run I'll be going on like I ain't letting of eleven guns let em come, let em come, let em come One brudda, don dadda, arm and a shank, gun bust now I would than I done fuck you, shut the fuck up I'm under cover which means I pretend I'm a rapper pu, pu, pure 16's but I'll draw for the skeng in the pasa carry on screaming your postcode, I don't depend on my manor and even though I've got a smile on my face imp as angry as Tyson blended with badder I know niggas who, shoot, at, police I was a dancehall mafia member with Stana, if you say something that I find offensive, I'll have to re-offend with the time bomb, John Travolta in face off couldn't prevent me from blowing every God damn face off John Mclean would have been a dead man from long time Their could have never been a sequel John Connor from the terminator would have never been alive And the earth would have been a wasteland, without a sign of any people But I'm betting I can find you with John though Johnwho? Jon Doe In a spiritual world full of lost souls you can find me roaming amongst the dead with one mic, two hammers and a crossbow I say tick tick boom, some might think of a Will Smith tune I think of cars in Iraq Half of the yard. wanna par with the Spartan Every part of your heart in pieces I depart laughing, I'm hard bringing demons clock ticking, bomb ticking Me and my niggas in the graveyard, Yo Ghetts what you in the grave yard for? Mosh pitting, pissing on tomb stones, waking the dead somebody somewhere shaking their head smh, lol, dpmo, shock factor This has the listener shaking again Don't tempt me, I'm so on it, I promise I'm beyond deadly Scarf over the bottom half of the face My brudda, I don't care if you got an army in place Got a funeral hearse and a casket arranged Who's taking the piss? You'll be left in a cubicle, curled up, half of your brain All over the floors and walls The toilets look better in blood red The walls have ears and the doors inform So there's holes in everything Big ones Rough round the edges None of these holes ain't elegant Strap Long like the nose on an elephant Body in the trunk Headshot will expose your intelligence Dumbo! Columbo couldn't solve the case I come home with a poker face Hide the snub nose and then throw the clothes away Man know it's better to bag A five pound can of petrol and set em alight You wanna play games? 11-a-side Man unite with the devil and strike I'm in another man's city, no home advantage One shot, man'll bring out his feminine side So go ahead, cross me I'm upfront, one touch, BANG! Palacio on the back of the dome Enemies don'-UURRGGHH!