Charlie Sloth, Wretch 32 - Fire in the Booth Part 3 lyrics
[Charlie Sloth, Wretch 32 - Fire in the Booth Part 3 lyrics]
Not another nigga, nah, not another nigga
Dropped on the front line with
A cop behind the trigger
Throw your spirit in the sky
Probably drop you down and snigger
That’s why every drop of Henny’s like
A shot inside my liver
Certain I’m the difference
But they’ll probably beg to differ
Tryna spit my thousand words before they
Crop me out the picture
That a selfie, self less, I’m self raising
I had no P, outta breath, I kept chasing
Couldn’t go sleep, no rest
This world’s waiting on my Rolly
Hell yeah, you tell Satan that
I pray to the Lord, pray to the most high
Penny for my thoughts
You’ll get a monkey for most lines
I turn words into numbers
That made work for my brothers
From a kid in the bit's to Columbus
Now the world’s my circumference
My little man’s talking ‘bout bands
I just hope that my son’s in the Mumford’s
Hope he don’t lose his way
The apple don’t fall too far
The designer’s the future in every way
And I’m better than Shakespeare
And I ain’t writing any plays
Nor am I writing to get played
It’s just my right to get the plays
I was underground ‘cause it’s alright
To take the train
But if you was God’s son would
You be hiding in the shade?
I’m Rolling in the Deep
Setting Fire to the Rain
And it’s Written in the Stars
In some Newton Oil Paint
When I craft my art, I favour Banksy
Man I’m Rich with life, I’m on my Antwi
You see I’ll hold my weight
Until my hands bleed
Only got my word and my bars
Swear on my canteen man if I punch lines
I’ll show you hand speed
I will do a Strickland Banks before I Plan B
Nigga I go realer, you chimpanzee
Monkey I don’t fancy dress, I dress fancy
You see I once was lonely to start off
Not now, these companies, I’m a part of
Verset Vodka, that’s that drink we own all of
I’ll show you the flick of the wrist
Because my arm’s strong
Strength no weakness
Doing press-ups like the kids
Now I’m trying to get my kids a head start
To get them set, on their marks
On this marathon of life I’m Gebrselassie
A son of Selassie I mo Farah, my brother
Told me keep up my stride
More Stephen Lawrence than Boris
Running to stay alive
Try, crop me out picture like I’m Dame
But I’m just another Jigga with
Some glitter in my chain
Eight hundred on my frames
Half a milli on my plates
Only keep it 100 if I’m running with Usain
But I keep it 300 when
I’m running with my mates
On some Louis Farrakhan
We ain’t running from a race
I grew up in a maze
Where I saw cats chasing their tails
Dogs selling to cats, man killing their dogs
The lost things that they found
The found thing that there God
Fighting over ground
But to none of us it belongs
And the cons outweigh the pros
But the pros can wear your odds
And turn coke into powder
That’s just connecting the dots
Man, now are you tempted to shot?
Tempted to touch, attempted to murder
They tried to kill me before
Nothing against me shall prosper
Money on my head
I'll have to Kevin my Costner
Coming for my bread
I’ll turn your muscles to lobster
Wifey playing nurse
And guess who’s playing the doctor?
Dr king, Dr dre, man I sold pharmaceuticals
I did the doctor way
Man I’m trying to meet Jay before
He dashes the Roc away
Cause Bishop show up prison, man
I’m only a block away
Rich said "Who wakes up and
Really wants to come second?"
Counting on my brother
Got me counting all my blessings
Ever lost someone who found you
With intentions on bringing something
Out of you to turn you to a legend?
When I hear the news I had
To park up on the curb
I’m so used to pain
But there’s a difference when it hurts
Cause when they took away your body
Man it multiple your worth, in my eyes
I had tears in my
Eyes, Dunn's River Fallin’
Man I couldn’t even dry cry
Spend time alone
See I just had to define life
The good die young
So your calling was primetime
Last time I came I competed with the world
Now this time I’m here
I’m competing with myself
Don’t put me in a bracket with no one bro
I got so many bullet points, bruv
That I overload add me to the magic you
Might give him an overdose
While I swim into a ocean, rock the boat
Cause I overflow i’m so used to splashing
Man I’m so used to splashing
Young Fire’s on the rise
And he’s just waiting for the baton
Got my masters in English
So I may resort to Latin
By the time you hear time
I’ll be past gear six
And if they ain’t dead already
They just had a near miss
I put the "fear" in fearless
Pussy, get a smear test
And if it gets political
Call me Tony Blair Witch
Why did we vote "Leave?" Why
Did we vote "Leave?"
The government’s sending kids to
Sleep with no dreams
Their trying to tick a box
You would have thought they sold weed
Everybody’s high
No wonder why the future’s codeine
Codeine crazy, every dabbin’
Having codeine babies
Having March Madness, cause their Rolly’s 18
But I’m "Mr free BA baracus, " A Team
With the top down
Got the whip looking Page 3
Do you sympathise with me?
Started From the Bottom
Why the keep reminding me?
There’s no similarities with you and I
If I gotta die to be the best
Would you do or die with me?
I grew on the late Biggie hypnotizing me
Am I grime? Am I rap?
Why they keep dividing me?
Why they keep dividing me?
Everybody goes deep and can SCUBA dive, yeah
They can all flow 'til they
Gotta synchronise with me
I made my own lane can you
See the drive in me?
I’m banned from every club can you
See the Nile in me?
There’s hatred in my love can
You see the irony?
It’s flamin' in my lungs I should
Take this mic with me
Cause I’m James Brown when he
Shot up the label
I’m Scarface with a key of coke on the table
Singing a song of praise
But I don’t need no appraisal
Cause I’m Pharrell Grindin’
Just tryna Pusha my ends
Spirit of DMX, singing Flesh of My Flesh
I’m Nas before Kelis and old school
K west new school K west
Still they all ain’t Wretch
‘Cause if they don’t call me classic
Gotta call me blessed
But I still do the sign of the cross
Before I leave out
You can nail me to the cross if you need now
If you keep calling me blood
And we don’t bleed out
And let that shit run like
Rivers you’re in de-nial
Most Ws in the booth I’m in the league now
This is called "Fire in
The Wretch" 3-2 style
Charlie change the name!
And if they don’t say I’m nice
Then they didn’t play it twice you know why?
That’s cause 365 I stay Growing Over Life
Ah, yeah
Support Wretch 32’s upcoming studio
Album "Growing Over
Life, " which drops September 2nd, 2016!
Dropped on the front line with
A cop behind the trigger
Throw your spirit in the sky
Probably drop you down and snigger
That’s why every drop of Henny’s like
A shot inside my liver
Certain I’m the difference
But they’ll probably beg to differ
Tryna spit my thousand words before they
Crop me out the picture
That a selfie, self less, I’m self raising
I had no P, outta breath, I kept chasing
Couldn’t go sleep, no rest
This world’s waiting on my Rolly
Hell yeah, you tell Satan that
I pray to the Lord, pray to the most high
Penny for my thoughts
You’ll get a monkey for most lines
I turn words into numbers
That made work for my brothers
From a kid in the bit's to Columbus
Now the world’s my circumference
My little man’s talking ‘bout bands
I just hope that my son’s in the Mumford’s
Hope he don’t lose his way
The apple don’t fall too far
The designer’s the future in every way
And I’m better than Shakespeare
And I ain’t writing any plays
Nor am I writing to get played
It’s just my right to get the plays
I was underground ‘cause it’s alright
To take the train
But if you was God’s son would
You be hiding in the shade?
I’m Rolling in the Deep
Setting Fire to the Rain
And it’s Written in the Stars
In some Newton Oil Paint
When I craft my art, I favour Banksy
Man I’m Rich with life, I’m on my Antwi
You see I’ll hold my weight
Until my hands bleed
Only got my word and my bars
Swear on my canteen man if I punch lines
I’ll show you hand speed
I will do a Strickland Banks before I Plan B
Nigga I go realer, you chimpanzee
Monkey I don’t fancy dress, I dress fancy
You see I once was lonely to start off
Not now, these companies, I’m a part of
Verset Vodka, that’s that drink we own all of
I’ll show you the flick of the wrist
Because my arm’s strong
Strength no weakness
Doing press-ups like the kids
Now I’m trying to get my kids a head start
To get them set, on their marks
On this marathon of life I’m Gebrselassie
A son of Selassie I mo Farah, my brother
Told me keep up my stride
More Stephen Lawrence than Boris
Running to stay alive
Try, crop me out picture like I’m Dame
But I’m just another Jigga with
Some glitter in my chain
Eight hundred on my frames
Half a milli on my plates
Only keep it 100 if I’m running with Usain
But I keep it 300 when
I’m running with my mates
On some Louis Farrakhan
We ain’t running from a race
I grew up in a maze
Where I saw cats chasing their tails
Dogs selling to cats, man killing their dogs
The lost things that they found
The found thing that there God
Fighting over ground
But to none of us it belongs
And the cons outweigh the pros
But the pros can wear your odds
And turn coke into powder
That’s just connecting the dots
Man, now are you tempted to shot?
Tempted to touch, attempted to murder
They tried to kill me before
Nothing against me shall prosper
Money on my head
I'll have to Kevin my Costner
Coming for my bread
I’ll turn your muscles to lobster
Wifey playing nurse
And guess who’s playing the doctor?
Dr king, Dr dre, man I sold pharmaceuticals
I did the doctor way
Man I’m trying to meet Jay before
He dashes the Roc away
Cause Bishop show up prison, man
I’m only a block away
Rich said "Who wakes up and
Really wants to come second?"
Counting on my brother
Got me counting all my blessings
Ever lost someone who found you
With intentions on bringing something
Out of you to turn you to a legend?
When I hear the news I had
To park up on the curb
I’m so used to pain
But there’s a difference when it hurts
Cause when they took away your body
Man it multiple your worth, in my eyes
I had tears in my
Eyes, Dunn's River Fallin’
Man I couldn’t even dry cry
Spend time alone
See I just had to define life
The good die young
So your calling was primetime
Last time I came I competed with the world
Now this time I’m here
I’m competing with myself
Don’t put me in a bracket with no one bro
I got so many bullet points, bruv
That I overload add me to the magic you
Might give him an overdose
While I swim into a ocean, rock the boat
Cause I overflow i’m so used to splashing
Man I’m so used to splashing
Young Fire’s on the rise
And he’s just waiting for the baton
Got my masters in English
So I may resort to Latin
By the time you hear time
I’ll be past gear six
And if they ain’t dead already
They just had a near miss
I put the "fear" in fearless
Pussy, get a smear test
And if it gets political
Call me Tony Blair Witch
Why did we vote "Leave?" Why
Did we vote "Leave?"
The government’s sending kids to
Sleep with no dreams
Their trying to tick a box
You would have thought they sold weed
Everybody’s high
No wonder why the future’s codeine
Codeine crazy, every dabbin’
Having codeine babies
Having March Madness, cause their Rolly’s 18
But I’m "Mr free BA baracus, " A Team
With the top down
Got the whip looking Page 3
Do you sympathise with me?
Started From the Bottom
Why the keep reminding me?
There’s no similarities with you and I
If I gotta die to be the best
Would you do or die with me?
I grew on the late Biggie hypnotizing me
Am I grime? Am I rap?
Why they keep dividing me?
Why they keep dividing me?
Everybody goes deep and can SCUBA dive, yeah
They can all flow 'til they
Gotta synchronise with me
I made my own lane can you
See the drive in me?
I’m banned from every club can you
See the Nile in me?
There’s hatred in my love can
You see the irony?
It’s flamin' in my lungs I should
Take this mic with me
Cause I’m James Brown when he
Shot up the label
I’m Scarface with a key of coke on the table
Singing a song of praise
But I don’t need no appraisal
Cause I’m Pharrell Grindin’
Just tryna Pusha my ends
Spirit of DMX, singing Flesh of My Flesh
I’m Nas before Kelis and old school
K west new school K west
Still they all ain’t Wretch
‘Cause if they don’t call me classic
Gotta call me blessed
But I still do the sign of the cross
Before I leave out
You can nail me to the cross if you need now
If you keep calling me blood
And we don’t bleed out
And let that shit run like
Rivers you’re in de-nial
Most Ws in the booth I’m in the league now
This is called "Fire in
The Wretch" 3-2 style
Charlie change the name!
And if they don’t say I’m nice
Then they didn’t play it twice you know why?
That’s cause 365 I stay Growing Over Life
Ah, yeah
Support Wretch 32’s upcoming studio
Album "Growing Over
Life, " which drops September 2nd, 2016!