Lyrics Intro - Ghetts

Intro

The rebellious spirit unleashes the strengths in passionate individuals
Their frustration, resistance and defiance formulates an uncontrollable,
yet undeniable energy
Producing rebels with a cause
How do I look so young when I’ve been in the game for ten years?
And how do I sound like I be in my prime still?
If nobody don’t wanna rep grime then I will
Waving the flag for every one of us who came through the back door
For the peeping Toms with no insight, we ain’t singing this song till we go
inside
I’m just tryna define longevity, don’t tell me about charting
How many people have charted and still couldn’t avoid being a lost memory?
I don’t remember you, what was your song?
Ah, it don’t even matter,
don’t even respond
The label never made me, only a Pagan can hate me
Am I wrong, insane?
I’m a self-made don?
Come on, rate me
I ain’t got a problem making an impact
Tell Flip and Sketch, analyse all my lyrics in depth and then think back
To when I said I ain’t doing it for the sake of doing it, how many people have
already did that?
I just made it harder for myself, you would think that I ain’t aware my skin’s
black
Wallace is dead but I ain’t forgot what he said, he said honestly
To the truth, fuck that, don’t matter anymore cause the game’s based on
dishonesty
They’re for the niggas that came from nothing and got their first stacks off a
robbery
Promise me, don’t ever come back to the roads cause there ain’t nothing here
for you
Old school for a year or two, and it’s only now manaman’s hearing you
Wallace, you were right my brother, but it just weren’t over your skin
Man are strapped like Officer Leng, nah, I’m in a meeting, with the dream team
(You know when I come for the rooms like?)
Disturbing the peace in the offices again
Now, all these rhymes are constructed inside a mind that’s corrupted
(You know like, this is music in its purest form — it’s shaping art)
And now man’s thinking about tracklisting, dividing and the substance
Born and raised in a broken home but I know my father good
Times changed and he overdosed on this drug called fatherhood
Man, could you pray for a man like me?
It’s a living hell but I’m far from good
I know the Lord forgives, and after what I’ve done I’m asking if he could
Now I’m living this rap star life, every nigga I meet is on gas mark 9
If these words fall upon deaf ears, I ain’t even gonna rap part-time
Fire burning in my soul, you can see it in my eyeballs
They say I ain’t Ghetto no more when I hit em with lyrics as deep as the Bible
Rudeboy don’t get it twisted, I still party with the animals
I’m getting money by any means necessary, who told you I can’t have it all?
Rags, man are Malcolm, man are proud when
They see a man from out of town shut down, but not man around them
I’m an R-E-B-E-L, kicked out of school, ended up in Felton
But I should’ve went UTL, now I’m putting my life on iTunes
For all to hear, ain’t nothing on the DL, I am in another league, I’m real
PS, PRS, PPL, Twitter — let me just go down my TL
Oh look, everyone doubts me
They don’t know where I’m coming from
I’ve already broken boundaries
They pushed me in deeper
And they thought they would drown me
I’m still here, they’re like how come I’m back?
With another chapter from my autobiography
For you and you and you
This ain’t an album