Ghetts - New Slaves lyrics

I wrote this when I realised they don't get the picture Unless you give 'em the whole clip What the f** was I holding back for? Nah, that ain't like me Gotta get the hunger back Stop spitting like when I was a younger man I done been through so much sh** In these last few years, fake bruddas wouldn't understand I was born with the underhand No silver spoon, and a line right there Make a brudda like me wanna wield a tune I woulda bumba fam They say that struggle builds character Well I guess that's why you can base a movie on my life This some inspirational sh** I've been doing this for people of all races Who never had it easy God bless everyone I'm interracial with this And that ain't a word But you know what I meant And I ain't gotta say that I'm putting in 100 You already know the percent There ain't no controlling me when I feel like the whole world's coming against me Now the time's right, I'mma show them again So hard, I could put a hole in cement Go-go-go for me then, go-go-go for me then Probably won't reply but I love it You ain't the first and I swear on the Bible You won't be the last, I expect it You know what they do in the grime scene when they wan' be respected? Whose name gets called out? That's right, you guessed it Mr Top 3 Selected, could've made Lord of the Mics do Triple the numbers it done, but why would I do that And make another man get rich? And a man I don't like at that But that's grime and that's rap And to you that live in the past Can't help but backtrack Cartwheels, back flips Somersaults, handstands That's what I'll do when you people realise All these pricks just act bad This Twitter ting? Sickening! Sometimes when I'm looking at my timeline I don't wanna believe my eyesight like "Nah, he could've never said that" These kids need discipline Once again someone's seeking attention He needs a direction, go ahead, mention Ghetts Cuh otherwise nobody's listening I ain't mad, get your views up Ain't that awarding? I'm a wolf amongst stray dogs Don't make me ride on my enemies Old school BMX, no brakes On all these MCs act on it when They've been putting out music for years and it's dead So nobody don't acknowledge them, mad It's the return of the prodigal son Eve from Mission Impossible, hunt My life's a pronominal one The only matrix and an oracle one Rooftop, diabolical plunge Pains, abdominal ones Left home like say I had a horrible mum Suitcase packed and a roommate That ain't never gonna [?] But I be on a crusade and Anybody who's sleeping on me ain't getting their duvets back UK grime, UK rap The UK's mine, man are using tracks Go harder, Mo Farah doing eight laps Logic, Reason and Cubase that Ain't an issue, Charlie You know when the game has missed you? It's boom, bye bye when I raise the pistol If I ain't giving one of these new wave f**ers A cosign, they actually ain't official If you were so grime, you would know why In '05, Eskiboy had an invaded igloo I was on that lyrical combat And from that, a bredda add a name to this do Now I gotta draw for the old school Ghetts Freedom of Speech time full of vocal threats Reading between lines, was a n***a ever calling me that? I ain't answered a phone call, yet I'm local And I'm a mogul, yes, antisocial [?] socialist when they're getting in my circle Pa**port check no let him in the terminal Cause they be on a global flex I'm that guy, even when I've been away I k** it, k** the game when it's comeback time The comeback's like a comeback from Mike Jesus Christ when I come back twice Soul 2 Soul, come back to life Reality check for these f**boys None of you [?] action time I be duppying anybody who jumps in line, mad