Ghetts - Warm Up Sessions (1/2) lyrics

Rain on your parade, aiming a grenade
Wait, I'm way too great to be delayed
Hell yeah, I wanna swing
And I don't mean a place
Kids play on the estate be honest
Your favourite MC don't want it
When I'm on it
Everybody's getting bodied, I promise
I'm going in like I could never be demolished
The game's like my wallet cause I've
Got it in my pocket
Stop it, you're out of your depth
You should learn how to confess
Mic in my hand, I never lie to my fans
If I weren't this fucked
I wouldn't shout "I'm the best"
I'll shout that without a doubt in my head
Sound clash? I've had a thousand of them
Brutal's around, back
I've got an unusual sound that I lost
But I found it again



Taking 'em out, keep talking
I'll staple 'em out i used to love grime
God knows I'm ashamed every now
I don't wanna be the king
But the last spitter
That they had on the throne was
A disgrace to the crown any man I provoke
He ain't safe when I'm round
And in a state to be found have enough hope

I'll kill an MC
How do I know that he's dead?
Cuh when I'm done what I'm doing
I lift up his arm and check his pulse
That's how I can tell he's a ghost
I'm sick, venomous dose
Body's in my back yard
Cause I bring the evidence home

I woke up early, walked to the shop
Got a paper
Picked up the Sun and it burnt me
All because of one feature
They're labelling man some gun rap MC
Next time I bet they'll call me a drug dealer
They even mentioned Trained 2 Kill
And I ain't from the underground
So you know they couldn't have dug deeper
As for those that don't buy music
But wanna tell me what to make
None of you don't pay my bills
That's why up until now
I've been an underachiever, uh
And now I've got more
Than a four-room following
Which actually means more of you commenting
I'm so far gone, I
Ain't sure who's hollering, look

Taking the level up again
I be the MC you should never come against
NO! GH, I'm effing up events
Bet against me, lost, they ain't
Never won a pence, nO!
My enemies wanna become my friends
Tryna get in my pack but
Can't come inna my tent, ooh
Murder, no regular offence
Like I burst a burner and god strike me
Did I say that with a cross by my bed?
Payback
Take that, chorus, I'll never take back
And I stay strapped, shots find your head
I'll kill a nigga with a 16
I don't have to stop guys wan' try forget
Long time we rep so it's not a for them

Aiming a grenade

Rain on your parade, aiming a grenade
Wait, I'm way too great to be delayed
Hell yeah, I wanna swing
And I don't mean a place
Kids play on the estate be honest
Your favourite MC don't want it
When I'm on it
Everybody's getting bodied, I promise
I'm going in like I could never be demolished
The game's like my wallet cause I've
Got it in my pocket
Stop it, you're out of your depth
You should learn how to confess
Mic in my hand, I never lie to my fans
If I weren't this fucked
I wouldn't shout "I'm the best"
I'll shout that without a doubt in my head
Sound clash? I've had a thousand of them
Brutal's around, back
I've got an unusual sound that I lost
But I found it again

I'm like the kid Billy with the shooter
9 milli or a Ruger dead him on sight
I leave a nigga living with a tumour
Stunt man, one hand
Ask around, I'm silly on the Super
If your chick likes Big Macs
She won't be your Mrs in the future
Watch her legs spread quicker than a rumour
Durex, I ain't getting no virus
You must think my dick's a computer whoa