Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Original Real Talk, artist - Dot Rotten. Date of issue: 02.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Original Real Talk |
| What tune are we doing right now? |
| We’re doing- |
| 'What did he say?' |
| OG style, get me |
| Remix for them |
| Let them know wagwarn |
| Still got write mine- look |
| It’s Ghetto, I’m writing on an envelope |
| Like Eminem-style, you know like that |
| But it’s real |
| Some ideas |
| (bare sound stuff happens innit) |
| Alright for anyone that don’t know |
| We haven’t got no engineers, y’get me |
| We haven’t got no engineers, it’s just me, y’get me |
| Like that, it’s very Rotten |
| Alright it’s done |
| You hear it, yeah? |
| Whoa |
| Aight roll through |
| (Brigade) |
| Like |
| Real talk |
| I just gotta say it how it is |
| If guys wanna clash me after this |
| I couldn’t care less innit |
| This is just how it goes |
| You man tried to abuse me |
| Use me |
| For my beats and slew me |
| For my tunes, all your morals went looney |
| I opened up the scene for you man |
| I directed and starred in your crew, B |
| But it’s cool, N.E. |
| told me just check up on honey and fam, fuck the crew, |
| and that’s the true speech |
| Over a decade of streaming money and Spotify wages never came to me |
| 'Cause SRD ran with whole bag total, this is where it gets juicy |
| You dissed it I know, Mr. Tyrone Rowe, you owe Mela more than a few Gs |
| If I did man for damages, man panicking couldn’t handle it and want to sue me |
| How many times did a artist not get signed 'cause they told Semtex that they |
| know Dot Rotten? |
| How many times did a ANR have a smash hit but tell the artist it’s not dropping? |
| Got eyes and ears in these industry offices |
| Heard what you said, don’t think I’m not watching |
| Drugs that you buy for the staff on a Fridays |
| Class A tings don’t think I ain’t locked in |
| Booking agents be telling artists that the fees one thing when they know it’s |
| another |
| Handle the books yourselves, after 5 shows that’s one house, new road for your |
| mother |
| All of these platforms be asking for fees to upload when they get paid on the |
| back-end |
| No contracts have been signed, and that content is mine, «Oi guys, |
| why ain’t I been patterned?» |
| Whole load of sharks in the game, if you look at the business in details then |
| you’ll start chattin' |
| Whole load of AdSense wages are owed; |
| «You made it I know, who gained from your |
| rapping?» |
| I spit bars and they’re taking offence at the truth don’t hate that I say it |
| happened |
| I don’t give a P for the money I’ll make the wap blacker at boys |
| Im a fatal assassin |
| No one cares when your quiet but they’re involved when your breaking the |
| silence (Wiley) |
| Everyone cares when your popping but they talk wass when your quietly bossin' |
| (Tinie) |
| Raps a religion I shouldn’t talk but these rappers been snitchin' |
| Warned Cashh, warned fans, but they lacked, didn’t listen |
| They sent man J. A now he’s back and he’s different |
| Eyes don’t spy unless I’ve been gripping, pocket rocket lifting your leaving |
| the world |
| Wanna stop me from eating I need a good burger but I won’t go check Keenan and |
| kel |
| Kermit with tea no orange soda, encrypted phone mans not on voda |
| Snitch bossin' up in a shop from dotting, no saaa |
| I’ll cop out but you’ll bring the cop in closer |
| Ah, wait |
| Bare niggas serving time |
| Sitting inside cause another man snitched |
| Or jumped in the booth with disturbing lines |
| It was this one, that one, that one, that chinged up this one and the officers |
| heard it live |
| Your music is a statement why you gotta tell the whole world that you’ve been |
| murdering guys |
| You ain’t been jail then your serving lies |
| Someone tell Drill minister «Gash by the hour» still makes me squirm inside |
| Tell Commando stop scratching Juno the way that your acting your dirty sly |
| Big canal (Can I’ll) make you run Surrey (Sorry) on road exposure time in South |
| Bermondsey (Bare Man see) |
| I won’t let shit go under the bridge like Joe’s cafe these brudda’s sold bare |
| man dreams |
| I can’t deal with failed rappers that think that they’re businessmen «Did you hear that g?» |
| Send me a dub I’ll take 2 years for a come back just cause I didn’t care that |
| week |
| YIKES! |
| Home pussy good but its hoe life for my whole life |
| So i’ll share that freak |
| Mans tryna fling on the condom and give her the long one |
| But she wants bareback g |
| I got too much shit too talk about |
| How many artists charting came up on a dot beat now lets sort it out |
| Want viral freestyles ill call them out |
| Monster work rate, my CV’s ugly I know |
| Aitch on Petrol Bomb |
| Stormzy, Rowdy Riddim |
| Hard times instrumental with Bugzy Malone |
| Wiley |
| JME |
| Skepta |
| J Clarke |
| Made beats for them when I was a younger on road |
| Man got a placement with Birdman and never got paid but the clout was enough to |
| get dough |
| How many MCs dissected mixtapes I made and learned the way to run with the flow |
| Dots back and I’m done with the humble approach |
| If I send shots at you, your mums gonna know |
| Real talk I advise you to run from the smoke |
| Yo |
| For my hard drive I’d kill |
| If it ain’t 140% I can’t sign the deal |
| Yes, I paved the way but I need mine so good mum’s like «Fine I can’t write a |
| will» |
| Niggas say I’m a GOAT you can love it or hate it but face it my bars are |
| Marmite for real |
| Came up on the bricky streets before these silly beef tulse and a town passed |
| by the fields |
| That rage in my soul bleeds |
| I escaped from a chamber I got locked away I was raising the danger |
| Zeph had me cuffed, prisoned up in a place but I broke free |
| All of that time it was torture but showed me I walk with the Force taught by |
| Kenobi |
| I got a daughter I don’t see I pray when I go sleep that my BM’s learned to |
| change, the control freak |
| Tell the labels that I want mil’s on the plate, mate, I’m after crazy collateral |
| Big crib, water fountains as the whip, dips, butler, mistress, and a cage for |
| the animals |
| Cinema, pool, five-star chef in the kitchen, studio for mixing and wait there’s |
| a bag of rooms |
| Walk-in wardrobe, Jacuzzi, safe encrypted, master bedroom for babes; |
| I’ve been planning too |
| Big dreams from a kid, OT at 15 bando with fiends making paper but damn it all |
| Road or spit I was blessed by producing in Overcliff my words vaguely irrational |
| If R.I.P. |
| I’m Dot is a classic tell Tyrone Rowe he should pay me mechanicals |
| I’m trying to move forward but my universe is so backwards that even JME’s a |
| cannibal |
| AHHH |
| It was never get down lay down big mash full of teeth when we walked in man got |
| down |
| Started the wave put base to a man and blast in his face cause I came here to |
| shock-town |
| Gun clapping OG walked round toured town done Paris, cozy |
| Take shots gun range or cam, posey |
| Dot’s back, Young DOT vibe BLAM! |
| hold 3 |
| (Ba ba bow!) |
| You thought I’d fall you fool no thoughts I fought the force of rivals |
| Lit up the landscape, Eiffel, came for the food cruel; |
| healthy, Ital, iight cool |
| Chat bad, 6 foot in your face, I ain’t tall |
| Drilling with no killings you ride with iight tools |
| Young chain snatcher for the food, I ate jewels |
| Did hoe life in Holland, straight, I ain’t Jools |
| I been makin' them slappers but not in grime |
| I do pioneering shit you’re not in line |
| I’m still out on the block with the niggas with the Glock my guy MIST got |
| kettle that’s stopping time |
| No capping please |
| When them man rap I just hear backing beats |
| I bang steel like Paul it gets gang-ish G |
| I’m your dad talk back get wooden spoon |
| GG Grime God Dot’s lookin' new |