Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mountain, artist - Ghetts. Album song Freedom of Speech, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: F Radio
Song language: English
Mountain |
I got a name, to a day to call it |
I make a boy find out where the morgue is |
They say grime won’t get man a mortgage |
That’s because you cunts don’t support it |
I believe in the scene so much |
Every one of my .16s that go buss |
And every one of my team is so hot |
The old scene’s coming at me but hold on |
I’m going to the mountain and when I come back |
I be ten times better, backpack on my back |
Like I’m going on an outing |
I ain’t going on an outing, I’m going to the mountain |
I go into the mountain again |
I’ma come back spraying like a fountain again |
It won’t be long before they’re doubting again |
Okay, I’ma release an album again |
I’ll let man smile for a while |
But just know when I’m back from the mountains |
I’ll make sure they’re frowning again |
Homeless, looking for housing again |
Little man said that he’s on Cloud 9 |
Reality check, let me ground him again |
And William’s like Peter but jelly |
So I don’t really wanna be around him again |
Some of these MCs are alright now |
But I can’t take anything thousand and ten |
My don’t beat, then I’m like |
Bodies that are found in the Thames |
I’m putting in a thousand percent |
I got a name, to a day to call it |
I make a boy find out where the morgue is |
They say grime won’t get man a mortgage |
That’s because you cunts don’t support it |
I believe in the scene so much |
Every one of my .16s that go buss |
And every one of my team is so hot |
The old scene’s coming at me but hold on |
Hold up, hold up |
The old scene’s coming at me but hold on |
I ain’t mastered the craft yet |
But the more time when I’m out in the the basket |
In two weeks, the key |
The Movement’s supreme |
See me with and a large cheque |
I’ll do grime till I take my last breath |
MCs, they’re my bars like gun steps |
You can’t pass skets, you artist, I’m |
I be the last grime star in the fetch |
When the rest sees flowing |
I keep going, come and see for yourself |
But it’s not a free show |
And MCs cost it |
Knowing that my team’s growing |
We’re underground but we’re growing above |
And you’ll get a call when the lord needs mowing |
You better believe, g’s flowing it hot |
My lyrics stem, come like a deep |
, your whole team ain’t flowing enough |
I got a name, to a day to call it |
I make a boy find out where the morgue is |
They say grime won’t get man a mortgage |
That’s because you cunts don’t support it |
I believe in the scene so much |
Every one of my .16s that go buss |
And every one of my team is so hot |
The old scene’s coming at me but hold on |
Hold up, hold up |
The old scene’s coming at me but hold on |
The grime Shaolin flap from the mountain |
I be the reason the tiger bring in |
One round in a, ready to pound in |
I can be found, underground |
I’m crowned king |
They can’t clown 'em as long as I’m alive |
I be a pool knife, I’m on an outing |
Skepta ain’t got nothing extra, let me scout him |
But Junior ain’t meant to be ruler |
It’s not a rumour |
I wouldn’t stop if my brain had a tumor |
See me in the stu’s with a big bag of Buddha |
So much songs on the archive, I fucked up the hard drive |
They can never say that I am a loser |
I’m a W-I double N-E-R |
It won’t take much to bury ya |
Don’t let me start |
In every one of my bars, I murk any star |
I got a name, to a day to call it |
I make a boy find out where the morgue is |
They say grime won’t get man a mortgage |
That’s because you cunts don’t support it |
I believe in the scene so much |
Every one of my .16s that go buss |
And every one of my team is so hot |
The old scene’s coming at me but hold on |
I’m going to the mountain and when I come back |
I be ten times better, backpack on my back |
Like I’m going on an outing |
I ain’t going on an outing, I’m going to the mountain |
Yo |
Top 3, man, I gotta be outta here, break |
Yeah, I still speak, not deep |
Not six feet deep |
Some pull the skirts for me |
I get put into the charge |
I’m back to being free, so |
You better have wrote this up in your life |
A forum, a demo, they can’t do what I does |
And I can’t hear when this can show |
Back more but I’ve been chilling with the license |
The flow’s hot, it’s a lot, stop |
Don’t deny, my level’s high |
I’m on a rainy bike |
I ain’t gotta, I’ll alive |
I’ll take you back to 95 |
If you like to fight, it’s nice |
You work with the spies |
I’m taking the mic on the phone |
Like Mike in the zone |
I’ll take your free throw |
Jump on the beat, until I get out |
Be in your toes on the favour of- |
Oh, you dun already know |
I ain’t gotta talk greeze or respect on the road |
I’m a road guy, ain’t gotta hold nine |
Or confine at home like |
I get money |
But let me knock you straight |
I’m a threat, even though I’m away |
What more can I say? |
I’m God’s gift nation |
You man bit off the top for the trade |
I’m at the top of the |
You’re in the back of the side |
I’m fading the shape-up |
Sprays, no make up |
No homo, that’s to let them know-know |
Wearing, I’m wearing |
I’m on another way fam |
Check out my area |
I gotta let them know that I got the better flow |
Then I’ll get to let us known |
No more if you need to know |
Because you know when it |
It was all part of a scandal, though |
I was in the, killing some more ankles |
Man wants to keep money from the angles |
But real recognise real |
So, nothing I couldn’t handle |
I stop writing for the, part of the year |
Got back to me, define my progress |
Still mangled |
Mind you that this all could’ve been cancelled |
So, I don’t wanna hear no cheap shots |
I’m badder than likkle damn squads |
Still promote levels, too |
What you saying, Will? |
I’m that guy, fresh Nikes |
Soaking mics, setting off the |
I’m in The Movement with chief |
They’re the see me appear on full coming out of |
They still stop me saying |
No wifey to mix twenty tunes |
But twenty four, five, seven, eight and counting |
Fuck Eskimo, switch, I’m outing |
The money |
What the fuck 03 man thought he was grub |
I’m in here but I might supply drugs |
Everyday at to your residence, buss |
You man just want that, I’m gone |
Clashing for no reason, I’m |
If you’re a king, you’re still thieving |
It’s like I know this ting with no meaning |
Don’t wanna me, I’m street |
Man, I got heat |
And if you need guns, see me |
I’m still breathing, I ain’t never leaving what- |
I’m like Wayne, when I flow, when I lost the plot |
I don’t need feature |
I’ll bruck up the |
And I’m a leader you ain’t even are from there but I’ll leave ya |
Taking you account, hanging about |
But I’ll teach ya |
Why am I teacher? |
Out but I was deep up |
Sooner, the ends raw like I’m two feet up |
Worldwide fever |
I can afford to, it’s, star |
Got the name, called and ringed, |
You’re a little boy, I got up and treading |
And I sent through a younger like |
To light up your bumba |
Well, yo |
Boy Better Know ain’t gotta nothing |
Weren’t able to above it |
Split the guy with the out of the track, clean, brothers |
And never the fact was saying |
nothing alike |
And I remember, it’s shit |
He’s pissed because I know what he’s loving back |
It ain’t my fault, I signed a |
I like smell, I pipe |
Put the gyal dem, one in the lights like |
But I don’t even need stripes |
You get what I’m saying? |
You know what I’m saying, though? |
(I hear what) |
So let me- you know what I wanna do? |
I just wanna quickly shout out couple of the fan and that |
A fan that stopped by and know the situation, supporting, innit |
Like I’m gonna be out soon, set the record straight (That's right) |
Gotta do straight and all that but right now (Movement) |
My nigga’s mixtape, Freedom of Speech |
I ain’t free right now but I can speak all day long |
End of the lime road, it’s just playing in the beach, you get what I’m saying? |
(Brap, brap) |
One, one, one, one (Yeah), one, one up, you’re a flyboy (Ah) |