The HeavyTrackerz, P Money, Noel Clarke - Odyssey Intro (Ft. Noel Clarke & P Money) lyrics

"Life it’s funny and not in
A "Haha" way so if
You want something you’ve gotta grab
It yourself you gotta
Take the bull by the horns and you gotta make
Your own chances you gotta
Make your own opportunity
Create your own destiny you know
They say if one door
Closes another one opens
But that’s fucking bullshit don’t you wait
You get through the fucking window and
This is for all of you
This is for all my young
Inner city brothers and sisters, the
Ones with the ambition
The ones with the drive you show
These industry doubters you are more
Than they think you are you show them
You are gonna stand strong when
They try and make you question yourself
You show them that they
Can’t keep stealing your music
Your culture and get away with it they
Can’t keep claiming they made you
Cus you will make yourself, you will
Make your own platforms, you will
Build your own audience
You will create your kingdom
And put yourself beside
The people they told you you should
Look up to and when you get there
You tell them Clarke sent
You and you tell them the
Revolution will not be televised
It will be live streamed and it’s here…"

I came from the belly of the beast
I was born in south leaning toward the east
Man were eating bread while I
Was begging for a piece
And I clapped two hands and
Man begged for peace like
(P Money I beg you please)
No I beg you please, I beg you sweat
I beg you bleed, I beg you cry
I beg you grieve i beg you feel the pain I
Endured when I lost NE
Beg you be so young and chose to lead
I beg you get bumped on your first CD
I beg you leave
In fact I beg you crash and nearly
Die on Ed Sheeran’s collab EP
I beg you make P’s and lose over greed
I beg you stress
I beg you slip in fact you know
What I beg you go through
All of this and I beg you lot beg me for shit
(fuck off) i beg you leave me man I’m fine
I beg you not tell me bout grime
I been this for time
Like I school a cokehead about lines
This year I’m claiming what’s mine
Tell them to keep the co-sign
I’ll teach a man to suck up
I’ll teach a man to really grind
Pirate radio back in time on a school night
Way past your DJ’s bed time
And I pretended that the albums ain’t signed
Fu-fu-fuck these breddas
No longer have I got love for these breddas
We ain’t friends I don’t buck these breddas
I don’t wanna hear man asking me for a verse
I’d rather play on PC and
Then be called a nerd or learn a Lord of the
Rings script word for word
You know what I beg this gets heard