Charlie Sloth - Fire in the Booth 2 lyrics

*Let's Get Ready to Rumble* [Mic Righteous] Let's make some history… Yeah… Yo... BBC Radio 1, Fire in the Booth, Part 2 Big-up everybody, brother! (Charlie Sloth: Let's get ‘em Mic, let's make some history again Mic.) Yeah, yeah, turn the beat up, Check, check, check Big-up Naughty Boy on the beat [Verse 1: Mic Righteous] Listen… yo We trying to find somebody Look in my eyes; you'll see I'm somebody Inside one's body, you're somebody I'm seeing drug abusers in the A&E lobby Could have been somebody, should have seen one's body Looking sorry like I just want to love somebody Want to see, want to touch, want to hug somebody Put the d** down, be around somebody But all I see is sorrow so I down some voddy And we walk around with a pocket full of pound signs Ignore that beggar outside the offy Got to smell some coffee, got to help somebody See a young girl go and sell one's body And we ain't got the heart to go and tell somebody It take doesn't a real man to k** somebody It takes a man of his word to heal somebody Yeah, when the economy collapses And the world stops spinning on its axis We're being dragged through hell backwards Mother Nature can't take the weight the population inflates Global Warming's still a threat we ignore cos we ain't stressed There's a war going on outside your doorstep I wish these politicians would talk less All we have is each other in the end Keep in contact with your brothers and your friends How can we praise a man's d**h? Put in on the front page of every paper They're playing with our heads I feel something coming in the wind Just look at all the trouble that we're in This music thing was god's gift It's only right that you get what you give So what comes after the storm? If the calm is before it Stuck in the dark of the night But just left scars in the morning In the heart of the riots, I admire your defiance But nah, I can't supportive The roads are on fire, the police are on horses We've live or let die, these are our choices For the people in Hackney, Ealing, people in Croydon Birmingham, buildings we're burning ‘em People destroy them, the speaking is pointless I feel like silence is best as the riots spread like fire inside the heads Of the youth who are looking through eyes of men Without guidance in a violent environment And when the bubble boils and it finally bursts Find the right target before you fire first Say goodbye to the shops where you buy your burn It's your own community that the fire burnt I said I feel for the man that lost his life's work Everything he ever had just turned to ash Mum was in her flat, lying on the couch Little did she know that there's a fire in her house now Picture me when nothing is left Picture this; the final letter, no light at the end Now screw that piece of paper up, write that again We all lie and pretend, it's only right we confess I try my best, I write to express, get it off my chest Does that mean I'm weaker than the rest? My blood gets pumped from my heart to the ink that's in my pen From my pen it gets to projected to the speaker to your head Don't think I'm a leader, believe me I'm not anybody I'm just Rocky. I'm sorry Sorry I ain't strong enough either Sorry for leading you on Sorry for leaving my son Sorry for leaving before I even made peace with my Mum Trying to be right just left me in the wrong Sorry for saying sorry so much in this song But the same bold capital pops up in my head I AIN'T SORRY FOR NOTHING, WAS IT SOMETHING I SAID? I SAID? I AIN'T SORRY FOR NOTHING Charlie Sloth, Radio 1 Fire in the Booth yeah, yeah (Charlie Sloth: Mic Righteous is in the building, man) Let me come back, let me talk to them, let me tell them something It's kind of hard being Righteous Especially when you come from a community as deprived as mine is And you put your trust in a government Who are too busy fighting to come and guide you Put you in a vicious cycle, push you to one side And you sit there in silence in the pit of society Where we're fighting amongst each other and die violently I sit there and think how righteous I would be if I let that slide I write for the people that got left behind, yeah I said I ride for the people, alright I said I ride for the people that get left behind I write for the people, I ride for the people that get left behind I said I ride Fire in the Booth, Charlie Sloth, Radio 1! *WOOF* … …Let's just go in, go straight in brother This one's exclusive just for you Sloth Let's go… you remember this one right? [Verse 2: Mic Righteous] I came with words of a broken man, working a hopeless plan Although the plan was hopeless, work it, I know we can They gave the underdog the upper hand I wish you had a brain so you could understand How desperate does somebody have to be for you to love ‘em? Since when has anyone got anywhere from doing nothing? The say just look how much you have done in one year Had to go back to where I came from, I've come here I'm Charlie Sheen, I've only got one gear and it's gone It's the year of the yob, I told Charlie Sloth I've only got one fear and it's God, I think he's hearing me Sloth They must be hearing me wrong; they've got their hair in a knot Can you hear me or not? Yo I nearly forgot I've been wearing this same top for like eight days on the trot They say ‘wait up' these days I don't wait for the clock ‘Cos I got on my skates, it's a race to the top I got accustomed to the fast life and I bark like a dog Because I think I was one in my past life Just signed my first deal but it won't be the last time Put fire in the booth then I put fire in the house Ask Richard from Hard-Fi, I live this, I can't lie Last time I was here you almost heard my heart cry I'm like a bird that can't fly Is this the price you pay for a hard life? I wouldn't buy your chain for half price I could turn your brightest day into a dark night At this stage of my career it's clear I can't die And here's the reason why I can't fall; I'm leading by example Living proof in the booth, on the stage Interviews; nothing new. Friends; only trust a few Still down with the same pals ‘cos only some are true But the rest just come and go, some are holding up the queue Can't expect you all to care because the world shares different views All I do is bark, big zoot, bars Still wipe the window with the instros and blast Still asking why I get the info last ‘Cos when I get close, something gets broke; Gla** sh** don't last, it's no bar, Yeah it's no myth, how'd I get so far? It happened so quick, guess man just won't quit Nah, Kelsie what happened to her? Same time, my brother Habib what happened to him? Like so many others trapped in that pen If you're listening just know I got your back ‘til the end Stay in control of yourself; we all say we're going through hell But at least you ain't alone in that cell Stuck in a situation where no one can help Counting down those precious seconds in your mind as regret Brother just use them precious seconds as your time to reflect That goes for all my young offenders living life in the ends I think God went wrong and put a mind in our chest And our hearts inside of our heads Is there light at the end of this tunnel we're in Where everybody struggles to live Pakistan's an ocean, bodies in the brown water floating Everybody forgets as Syria falls apart We watch the problems regress (yo!) when will it end? (Ay yo!) Sloth, drop that bomb sound effect on the press If I could take it all back would I have said what I said? Yeah man, I'd have said it again You're the ones who represent until there ain't nothing left Once again, if they want to they can censor it But these are your beliefs so I can see why you're so sensitive Forget that ‘Beemer' Benz or Bentley sh**, we collecting benefits See that chain around your neck? I'll strangle you to d**h with it I'm a terrorist, who won't speak to police intelligence Blow up the whole scene won't leave no evidence My mix-tape was free; tell me how the hell I'm selling it Sell it to appeal to the women? I've been real; they just feel how I'm spitting Still got bare dirty dishes and bills in the kitchen Life's real for the women, still our children are in it It's an evil world we live in, the time is nigh Any innocent child is a child of mine We stand under one sun, no man is divine What gives you the right to k** a man and his wife? You hear the bombs drop; we see the ash in the sky This is what happens when the planets collide It's got my thinking about my life like I don't want die without saying goodbye (yo!) They'll wonder why I'm saying this twice ‘Cos life has made me mad, the old me left and he ain't been back Said I'd rather get jumped by eighteen man Next month I'm a poor Mum's baby's Dad And that right there was my worst nightmare Now that you're alive, Elijah I'm right here And I'll be in your corner when it's time to fight fear When you arrived I cried tears Feels like you've been alive for light years I'm trying to provide with the one thing I can do in this life So before I finish up this for my avid listener To my own art I've become a prisoner ‘Cos some music, we make for ourselves But this music dawg is straight to the shelves And my team gonna stack ‘P' ‘til it hits the ceiling Travel the world; give it back to the kids that need it We're all about actions, what good is speaking? Still Mic, still Righteous, still spit with meaning We saw the U.K. flying so we jumped on board Real recognise real, the love is pure …Let's go in. (Sloth: Let's shut ‘em down!) Yeah [Verse 3: Mic Righteous] Yeah I got that, where the yobs at? Yeah I got that, I said where the yobs at? Charlie Booth, Charlie Booth bruv (haha) Oi! Turn the beat up What's that? Bare talk, keep talking I declare war If you don't want it then what are you staring for? If you don't want it then why are you staring? What's that? Bare talk, keep talking I declare war If you don't want it then what are you staring for? ‘Cos you don't know me, therefore; You don't know what we're capable of Anyway, we came to take what we want They've been taking the piss and now we're taking the pots And they ain't got a pot to piss in but so what Anybody want to get their body buried in the forest? Anybody running for them come and set it off in seven seconds And the voice that's in my head is like “Get ‘em! Get em!'” So I said, yeah I got that and I came from the road where the yob's at If you're not on it get lost fam, I'm from the south east Where we're trapped in the D'n'B days, Old Skool raves Gets on the stage, I've got my collar up, joggers tucked into my socks Got a cosh tucked under my top for anybody running their gob It's like that, I grew up with white trash And we live on the other side of the map Man are dying over scraps the government do jack You die around here your body ain't coming back No roses, no violets, the roads are violent No disguises, bare-knuckle fighting Load up the LTZ 90's like my wifey, yo Too evolved with the rhythm I k** them Talking about real when Mic's in the building Stop telling me to chill, when I'm dealing with children What you talking ‘bout realness? I'm ‘The Realness' I'm thunder, your f**ing with a storm Under the ground, like I'm under the floor So keep on running with your jaws, done them I'm bored I don't rap for the fame, I don't rap for entertainment I don't rap just to get the papers, I don't rap for a chain I don't rap for a name, in fact; I don't even know why I came in the game I'm ten steps ahead; you'll get left in flames Don't respect the name? I'll dead them again Forget them they're lame, they're fake I ain't got no time to put my foot on the brake Give me the love, give me the hate Give me the beats, give me the drums, give me the ba** Give me the pen, then give me the page I feel like every lyric I've written I‘ve got to spit again I've got to make a name for myself If I can't achieve that then take me to hell We'll take this one up with the devil himself I'm afraid of failing, William and Kate live in Britain is a mess So many men are living life in the ends Living depressed, they can feel the stress Feeling like they really want to k** the rest Lost sense, what's next? God what's left? Should I do it like Wretch, pray for a top ten? Tick Tock, Tick Tock, tip top ten Time's running out like it's got legs Man say hip-hop's dead. Which? What? When? Try say that to my pen, I'm back with a vengeance Hand on my head when they hand me the sentence Every section, every sentence, every person that I mention Who's seen what I‘ve been through? Living in an igloo's cold Anyone that knows me knows, yeah, English knows, Lowkey knows I'm a rope-a-dope on the flow, I overflow Is the beat, over? No, hold your nose I'm'a go hard, go in, I can go under your skin I was getting high when I wrote this, in the dark when I wrote this dawg Don't believe me? I'm'a show them heart, nah nah You ain't gonna to guess who's back With a pen, pad, match and a petrol tank in my hand God forbid anybody that's ga**ed If you're ga**ed then the match might catch a spark Ignite the dark and *WOOF* Everybody scarred? Nah, everybody in the room's dead dawg Except the heads that rep forget them? Nah, the debt don't get settled the revenge is ours Like what? Why they f**ing with the realest If you want it come and get it, why you talking dirty fillers When you're f**ing with gorillas And you'll be wondering what the deal is And I'm'a take you to the top and chuck you off a building Want to know why I'm mad with the bars Me and Matthew were sniffing sherbert in the back of the cla** Head rush, whenever I said stuff my tongue would get numb I've come to dead some, y'all don't want to be next up Don't want to see Red Rum, best run when d**h comes Want some? Come get some, feds get *WOOF* The police, the old bill, your all pigs, you eat your own filth But this ain't nothing you ever seen in no film Put the money in the box, it's Deal or No Deal D-d-d-d-do you think I won't k**? It's move or lose your life, and you've got to do what's right I got Sloth like, "Don't do this Mic" Ten seconds on the clock it's choosing time Now ‘One' where they gonna hide? gonna run? ‘Two' how many times have we bust feds? ‘Three' why they want to hype it? Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight Nine Ten! It's then I'm like; ‘One' where they gonna hide? gonna run? Said ‘Two' how many times have we bust? ‘Three' why they want to hype it? Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight Nine Ten! Is when your time ends That's war, keep talking I declare war If you don't want it then why you staring for? ‘Cos you don't know me, therefore; You don't know what we're capable of Anyway, we came to take what we want They've been taking the piss and now we're taking the pots But they ain't got a pot to piss in but so what You don't know what we're capable of Anyway, we came to take what we want They've been taking the piss and now we're taking the pots But they ain't got a pot to piss in but so…