President T, Faze Miyake, Rapture 4D - Fire in the Booth lyrics

OK, wow greatest to ever touch down
Like I said before
Whoever told you different was lying
Yeah, going out to the Bloodline
Full entourage going out to Ultra
Going out to my bredrin T, yeah
It's real, OK, wow

Can't talk to me about school
I've got results
Yeah, I'm a mic man, no obligation quotes
Yeah, I'm a president but I
Ain't looking for no votes from morning
I've been instant and I ain't talking oats
Yeah, I had thousands but it ain't volts
Man wanna talk 'bout losing the screws
Little does he know i lost all of my bolts
Last couple times I was on
Bail was for assaults
Don't ask me why, too busy counting notes
Yeah, too busy counting Ps


And I was young, but I don't mean
That I weren't counting Gs
Take off me? Nah, must be a dream
Give cats the food, must be a fiend
I said there's not an MC that could
Get to my level of stripes
I was like almost the level of snipes
BM, Mercedes, yeah, I've got types
I've got an African friend who said yeah
I've got swipes
What's he gonna get? Pair of Nikes
I don't wanna send for the strally
That I bought off a pair of dykes
When trouble ignites
I know man that are scared of heights
That'll skip to the side and
Lock off your lights
Kill Off Killy, stranger returns
President T excites
I don't wanna see these man
Get out of the pram
To make a point, you was the point
Out of the gram
So much cash, can't put me in the slam
I was in Manny but I weren't taking the tram
Prez, heard you were moving boxes
They better know that I am
Know that I will, know that I can
I bring the fire and I ain't talking Sam
Never had a clue, but I don't mean
I was part of a clan
So then I was smoking behind the wheel
For only part of my ban
To all my fans, please don't think
"Back Inna My Face" is when I began

OK, large

Yeah, OK going out to the up north massive
Going out to the midland crew, ya know
Shoutout to Sherry, Carly, Nadie, Michelle
You know who you are right now, yeah
And it's real as we take it down
I'm gonna introduce you to some new stuff
As it goes

If you don't know I'm king of grime
You've made a mistake
Can't ask Prez for a slice
I'm talking Jake with the snake
So old school, wow
I'm talking Jake with the snake
I was the protein without the shake
Nah, this ain't Meek or Drake
I was like "are you awake?"
Of course I am, but it don't mean
That I won't go back to sleep in a sec
None of these grime MCs are holding the TEC
"Prez, I heard you're holding a cheque"
Wanna know why? I was the
Distance without the trek
Are you known? Draw for the violin and treb-
Never had problems at my door
Never had problems at my gates
What I'm doing in Britain, some of them ask
"Will you do it in the States?"
I only know with my record
That's maybe a not
All I ever hear is rounds, they were like
"Prez, are you shot?"
Maybe I wounded, with a little intent
Fill him up with lead and copper
But I ain't talking the ones that are bent
Trust T on the wing
When I say hundred percent
Wayland and Strangeways, that's where I went
Sorry, that's not what I meant
What's it going to be? G or a gent?
Never had problems at my door
Never had problems at my gates
What I'm doing in Britain, some of them ask
"Will you do it in the States?"
Never had problems at my door
Never had problems at my gates
One more word, trust me
I'll start raising the rates, yeah
All this war in grime
I said, all this war in grime
If I really wanted to, I would close it down
Are you sure that you wanna jump into fire?
There's no one to hose it down
Don't be a gassed up MC clown
Before you know
I'll be back in front of the crown
When will Trim become the talk of the town?
Trust me Britain
He ain't never been no killer
I said when will he? When will he?
Never know, might go Wembley
I'll be in the Villa
Shoutout to Big Dog Yogo
And my bredrin Trilla
You man know who's realer