| The most anticipated
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| It’s been worth the wait
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| It’s 2007
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| Start of a new era
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| Movement, let’s go
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| So damn dedicated (100 percent)
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| My work rate and wordplay’s first place
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| And no man could ever change it
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| It’s my destiny
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| No plan could effect my dream
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| I’ve done sets for Kane and sets with Dean
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| And when I’m touring make some extra cream
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| But the experience was priceless, they get me keen
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| And now I’m driven by a force that’s impossible to visualise
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| I’m driven like a Porsche, still they criticise my talk
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| It’s impossible to live a life, living like the wolves, so tight
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| I got snow white, it’s inside my shorts
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| Understand me, I’m as careful as I can be
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| So my family do not sit inside the court
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| While they minimise my salt
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| Any mission I abort means it weren’t worth the risk
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| I ain’t sticking by the rules but it weren’t worth the sixth
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| So, I’m spitting till I am turn words to scripts
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| You can visualise my thoughts from the first words I spit
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| I ain’t living like a fool
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| Every word this person writ is certified
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| I’m here to decide, you ain’t worthy I
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| release, when I’m half of 35
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| Some thought Justin was just a statistic
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| Nah they had it twisted like curly fries
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| Them times the game was filled up with MCs with nursery rhymes
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| They couldn’t see the future, dad
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| I call it blurry sight
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| Me? |
| I could see clear but the time I had the scene scared
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| I was way too late
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| The only niggas I used to rate was Kane, Doogz, Shark and J2K
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| Some say I’m gonna flop like an amateur cook
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| Trying to make souffle
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| But let me just say, UK
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| It’s a new day, I’m due praise
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| Since I was spitting skippy flows on Risky Roadz
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| Niggas know I’m inconsistent
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| This alone is sick for instance with the snow, I mix the difference
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| On any tempo, my nigga, them know
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| I spent loads of time, perfecting this to the end shows
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| It’s perfect like ten toes, I spend doughs
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| On studio, truly so
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| I stay on top but falling off like Coolio
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| Once upon a time, I was a lost boy like Rufio
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| Niggas wanna shoot me, so I’m strapped
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| And I hold it tight like Scooby holds the snacks
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| I do reload and clap
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| Whatever the weather, I’m about it
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| Then I’ll write about it like I’m just like a fletcher
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| My pad’s full with killing and crap talk
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| And I ain’t proud of it
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| But you see where I’m coming from, London
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| Being a villain is natural
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| Living in prison is actual
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| When the strap is pulled
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| You’ll see more space than an astronaut
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| Straps are pulled, mainly for safety, it’s crazy
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| But lately, no matter what the age be, sunshine
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| You can be a victim of gun crime
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| Don’t daydream, I’m unsigned
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| But sometimes I mainstream into my own world
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| Because the music scene is too extreme
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| But I’ve been through it with no help
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| It’s proof I’m king, salute my team
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| I face war with the tanks or
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| Or 84, with lines to put my views between
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| And I’ll set alight to any route
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| So many engineers are due to scream
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| I’m certain, star
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| I’ve been working hard
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| I’m back with a work of art
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| It’s crack, go and purchase fast
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| That’s
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| I’m versatile, don’t ever think you’ve heard my style
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| I’m Ghetto and J. Clarke and J. Clarke is mellow
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| Both spray bars but we’re the same fellow
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| That’s two for the price of one
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| Ghetto, say hello
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| Yeah, I’m back in the building
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| And I’m naturally
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| And I’m packing the steal for olders in the game
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| Action is true and I don’t wanna actually kill them
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| But gradually, they’re gonna have to be real men
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| I hope they feel offended
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| Why you on the limelight
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| If you ain’t got your mind right?
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| When the mic’s mine
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| Despite crime, I’m so damn dedicated
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| Turn off your HiFI
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| I’m the Einstein of grime
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| That’s why I’m idolised
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| I’m minus like 2000 & Life plus hype
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| But Ghetto Gospel was a little less hostile
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| Just to prove a point
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| I can do the smoother joints
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| Without using points
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| I say I’m not an artist
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| Don’t say I’m not an artist
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| Who’ll prepare to have that view destroyed
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| And that’s only the intro
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| There’s a lot more like
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| This is Ghetto Gospel fam, you know? |
| Like, Ghetto Gospel is in stores,
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| right now, yeah?
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| Spread the word, yeah?
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| The engineer’s Danny C, yeah?
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| He does this, yeah?
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| Bap, bap, bap, bap
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| A beat butcher in a beat is absolutely reckless
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| Movement |