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Wretch 32

Fire In The Booth

 

Fire In The Booth


[Avelino:]
Made a lot of noise being silent
They labelled me remote, now I'm being scouted by Island
Beg you warn a brother, I'm universal, it's timing
I've got way too much to decipher for any cypher
I'm tryna be so much greater than good for the greater good
I feel like Nas, all I need is one mic, made you look
I've got hood neighbours that ain't never left my neighbourhood
Had to burn bridges to make profit, like Moses, there ain't a bush
Independence with a major push is ideal
I'm from T and that's real, I'm done tryna define trill
I should get all of my exes watches cause time heals
I'm with a new ting in the yard on some Netflix and wine chill
Why beat around the bush, what, you ain't shaved, baby?
Put you on invasion alert, I think I'm Jaykae
The plan was to change the game and never let the game change me
So it's no strings attached until Wireless mainstage me
Like 3 said, can't you hear the difference?
I'm in Cavalli & Trues but that's just religion
Every time I made you pay attention, I was worth the listen
My ting consists of content, that's what you call consistent
Yeah, ignorance has never been as bliss as now
I wondered why I never got a look in when I listened out
The maddest ting is being yourself is what makes you different now
But pay me no mind and I won't need it cause I think aloud
Sometimes 1000 words are worth a picture
Ignore the fact that I'm an artist, that's why I'm on Insta
Hard work breeds success and though I'm in labour with her
I'mma need a midwife, there's so much pressure to deliver
But I'll deliver
It's about time that I had mine
Went from trap lines to captivating you with lyrics, that's a trap line
Where I'm from, there ain't no helping hands, there's just gang signs
Holy water flows, when you hear bap that's short for baptise
Yeah, I want my name in lights, not in a list
Name a pair of rappers that could walk in our Rizzle Kicks
2016 is the rise of the lyricist
Young Fire, Old Flame

[Wretch 32:]
Lately death's been getting ever so close
Been feeling spirits while I'm driving, I should get me a ghost
Growing up, didn't know the difference 'tween the road and my home
Now I'm grown, I'm trying to buy every home on my road
Takeaway's been over-rinsed, I need a chef to come and live with me
Last time I picked up a pot—I nearly killed a fiend
I don't see a potent rapper out here that can mirror me
When I gave my kidneys to these kids, they must be kidding me
Do you remember playing operation? (Yeah)
That's how I feel about these compilations
Think they're the next Dr. Dre until they lose their patience
Saying the game's in a state, man that's an understatement
I mean, how much more gems can I drop—on the future?
How much of my fans might just not buy my new stuff?
We all got bars, but nobody here's a brewer
I'm bringing sandwich to the beach in the hope of finding tuna
This is nonsense—past tense
I'm a rap genius—I've passed sense
So if you ain't got a 2-1, or you ain't 3-2, you gotta graduate before you pass Wretch
We got off on the wrong foot because you half-step
Meanwhile, I'm getting restless because I can't rest
Twenty-one hours I'm awake, the other three I'm in a daze writing what to say with my last breath
Can you not hear the difference? Even when it's in your system?
Every time I flip the script, I got a scripture
I've seen man go from the strip to the strip club
I'm tryna go from eating Rich Tea to the rich club
I used to wanna go from the bits to the BRITs cuz
And then I realised it's a fix when your skin's dark
Should I do a Kanye and keep it triller?
Fuck that—even when I lose, I'm the winner
I'm—the people's champ let me thank the people
Who—never got the point until they grabbed the needle
Niggas tried to minus my pluses just to divide my people
Who go from stepping on roaches to stepping by The Beatles
It's progression at its finest
They say my weakness is kindness
I killed 'em with success, cause it's timeless
Every verse is a verse from the chapter of writing
The Writing's on the Wall, we know who Destiny's Child is
King Kendrick or Jermaine Cole
Or are you saying "King Wretched" or "Jermaine's Cold"?
I'm trying to lay The Blueprint and give you Reasonable Doubt
So when you Watch the Throne, they can see me Change Clothes
Hang on, wait
You best believe that I'm a general
'Cause one of us have gotta compete at all the festivals
And I've been out here rapping for free before my testicles dropped
Man, I'm so credible, I'm incredible, ugh
They say a promise is a comfort to a fool
I'm lying if I want to say I live in comfort, I'm the truth
And this will be the best Fire in the Booth
And I doubt they'll tell you different when I'm standing in the room
Why? Different class
Sometimes you have to ask:
"Do you want to be the best in your country or your school?"
In a country full of rules, where we're selling lollipop to keep them sucking on our balls
It's survival of the fittest, so I'm Mo Farah
I'm black as Akon, just tryna to find my own Gaga
The less mercy you show could leave you merciless alone
But I'm yard grown, so I ain't taking no badda, nah
And Tidal's got the whole world moving crazy
It's like they rather free Spotify playlist
That's messed up, like them cops on the day shift
Who just can't stop and search without tazing
Shit seems shocking when you're reading about it
Six years old they was raiding my house, shit
Tryna find my uncle, didn't open my mouth, shit
My dad mighta killed me—no snitching on our ship
The Titanic ain't going down because of me
See I can't swim, but I'll be the anchor for the scene
See how did they expect musicians to stay afloat
When all our sales keep going down the stream?

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