Ghetts, Skepta - IC3 lyrics

All black attire draw back and fire
My nigga dem ride out horseback for hire
Full clip in the drive
I ain't talking Richard
But I'm talkin' prior
What you know about death and bury?
What you know about press and semi? (Huh)
What you know about? (Greaze)
What you know about Ghetts and Skeppy?
(Go on then)

I feel like I'm born again
Me and Ghetts on the track and it's
Feeling like the rooftop all again
Yeah, we're firing that corn again
Get the toe tags and the body bags in
Soon as they told me about the power
That came with the black skin
Unlocked it, then I tapped in
Alchemist, when I feel the pressure
I make diamonds


I cannot stop getting the racks in

Who would have thought back then
We'd be some powerful black men?
Back when, we was in estates
I was trapped in, trapping
Y'all know how it's impacted us
Can't block a nigga when flats are us
Abandoned flats where the mandem trap
I took a few Ls in my Champion hat
Came back like a champion and landed
Jabs while being branded black

African man, you see the jewels on my neck
Class of Deja, went school with the best
When I fire my lyrics
You know I shoot for the chest and the head
Eyes roll back, better check if he's dead
I cannot act for the image
I'm in the motherland putting
Racks in the village
What you talkin' 'bout, Willis?
Ever see me on the iPhone
Better know that I'm talkin' 'bout b'iness

Don't tell me go back where I came from
While the Queen sit's there in stolen jewels
Cool, I go back with a chain on
I light up the place like Akon
Mmm, I got a bullet with your name on
Bloodstains and a pavement you played on
You think I give a fuck about a loose screw?
My brudda, my whole brain's gone

Look in the mirror i see king, I see me
I see who? I see what? IC3
Look in the mirror i see king, I see me
I see what? I see who? IC3

Yeah, please don't talk about numbers
I don't wanna hear what he did
Talk about me, you're talking undefeated
Talk about SK, GH? No introduction needed
The Queen offered me the MBE
I said no and I raised my fist
I went home, got my chieftaincy
Now I'm back on the strip
Police stop me in the street
They wanna take a pic

There's only one Ghetts and
There's only one Skepta
Blood of a king so I named my son Emperor
You see, right now, I'm on a mad one
I need red rooms for the whole month, pepstar
How can they say I don't want no smoke
Like man don't know I am the drug tester
The young mad boy, old niggas love lecture
Diamond under pressure

Them man are playing question time
Talking about who's next in line?
Who da best in grime?
All we wanna know is who gonna
Stand the test of time?
Labels on the phone and I
Had to press decline with a heart like mine
How could I quit? Bought a
Crib out of the bit's
Mumzy proud of the kids
Didn't wanna play us on the radio
We took the ting worldwide
Now man are pissed

I'm a serial cheat, I got too many exes
You don't know how long I been dumping
Where was you in that Boy Better
Know and that Movement era?
Right now, man are wondering
Some of you niggas need humbling
I got drink that needs pouring
Got weed that needs crumbling
Got gyal asking my real name
My mum don't even call me Justin

Look in the mirror i see king, I see me
I see who? I see what? IC3
Look in the mirror i see king, I see me
I see what? I see who? IC3

Go on then, go on then, go on then
Draw for the 'chete
Bullets start droppin' down like confetti
Won't bring a strap if the beef is petty
Nah, rudeboy, I just draw for the 'chete
Make your belly look like a bowl of spaghetti
Leave your lip buss and your forehead sweaty
I make you wish you never drawed the machete
Go on then, you think you're ready? (Greaze)

God forgive me if I bust my nine
God forgive me if I bust my nine
I don’t wanna get locked up like Shyne
And then you crossed my line, so I
I buss one, bust two, buss three
I buss four, bust five, buss six
I buss seven, buss eight, buss nine
And me buss ten