Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Journey, artist - Skepta. Album song Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Boy Better Know
Song language: English
The Journey |
Please don’t have to make me go in to detail |
When I say I came out of my dads hone |
Now I’m in a race with these tadpoles, speeding through the fallopian |
I need to beat all the rest of these babies |
Mum had a positive pregnancy test last week |
Two months down the line I’ve got a heartbeat |
But I got a piece of skin between my legs man, I can’t be a daughter |
I’m breathing, but I’m in a bag of water |
Foods coming through my umbilical cord, the years 1−9-8−2 |
I can’t wait to make my debut |
I hope I got one of them good mums |
Nineteenth day of the ninth my day comes |
I finally come out after hours of trying |
The nurse slap me, then I started crying |
Couple hours later, I’m in a incubator |
A bit bigger than an A4 sheet of paper |
Loads of people kept coming up to me and saying «goo goo ga ga» |
Why can’t they speak to me properly? |
I’m a celebrity, get me out of here |
Mum don’t forget your Lucozade, flowers and your grapes |
These giants keep coming in different sizes and shapes |
And talking to me like I’m from the Planet of the Apes |
But, it don’t matter, I got the X Factor |
Even Simon Cowell knows I’m the best rapper |
We left mother’s hospital went to the flat in Old Street |
Then my mum got cold feet |
We had a problem, I kept climbing on the windowsill |
So we moved to a house in Tottenham |
Got chicken pox so we went to the surgery |
Couple years past picky skin fade in nursery |
Sitting in class playing with Fisher Price tools |
Two two; |
s I moved to Primary school |
I went to the school next door to Northumberland |
My piece changed from a little hot dog into a Cumberland |
Ready to feed it to the big chicks |
Secondary school I was a bad boy at English |
If you listened to Jungle you was top boy in form |
Then all of a sudden some new music was born |
I need to, have a name or something |
This Machino Joe shit ain’t the one man |
What should I change my name to? |
I need to be a king in this, or some kinda like wizard or something |
Yeah yeah, Sceptre, Sceptre |
Yeah Sceptre on the mic |
Nah nah nah |
I need to change the spelling of that |
Wait |
S-C, no |
Skepta, Skepta |
Yeah that’s me blud |
Skepta, whut |
S-K-E-P-T-A, yeah |
(Serious, big boy soldier) |