Doc Brown - Fire in the Booth lyrics

[Intro] (You know what time it is when you hear this right) Hahaha, yeah [Verse 1] Oi Charlie, I'm overdue a Fire in the Booth I'ma do a desire for the truth From when I was a youth with a army in Willesden Kept it North-West like a Kanye christening Aren't they listening? What, you thought I wasn't OG? Or made before I rap about tea Way before comedy, I was there slewing MC's You could say I've got master degrees Bars were for free, now I charge them a fee Twenty-five large if you're asking a P [?] fam, I rep it when the drop come Godfather from before I had a godson Do your history, Charlie knows I used to be the yout' with the party flows Back when they called me the host with the most Deal, wheel, jump off, had them on toast Yo, let me give you the facts I'm a man that was born with the gift of the gab I could get out of any fix with a chat Hm, I've got Kilburn to thank for that See I grew up broke as a joke, no cash Still had bare peng chicks on smash Bruv, thank God I got wifed up I'd be messing like thirty girl's lines up Yo Sloth, turn my mic up No surprise these guys don't like us Some man just hate success Especially from a couple North-Weezy vets Me, I'm bless I never got handed sh**, I worked like the proverbial b**h Spitting when I was knee high Never see me try say I was all about the street life I was never one of them dudes banging True of course I knew a few loose cannons Couple shooters that'd move for me I couldn't bring them man around the BBC Man's on Live at the Apollo, Russell Howard's Good News That ain't what crooks do Part of the fire that I bring to the booth Is a eulogy for all the kids that'll lose Don't know why my comedy shows are so dope? Because the blocks that I left behind are no joke Oh, I forgot to mention I already filled up the pot for pension My real soldiers in my will and testament I don't know you and still you're begging it Spent ten years out of the game Still got more flames than half these names I just listen and laugh, he's bait Think he got the wildest fly, he's tame Hot album coming, I can hardly wait No refunds and you can't exchange If you were tempted to try poison Try go against my brothers and destroy them I'll rain down on your with great vengeance and furious anger Call me a prankster Call me a clown, it's true I'll goof off and still rinse you The code you break when you rhyme is the peakest Don't mistake my kindness for weakness My man are ferocious You man are atrocious Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Get it popping like Mary No sh** you man like Van Dyke, you know dick So quick to a**ume that I'm old hat No match for the vocab in my notepad Don't front for me with no gonads I'm the opposite of front, you know, back Blap, Dog, what (Oi, man like Doc Brown you know) (I'm glad to see you've still got it G) Fire (What he at? What he at? Woof) Jeez (Oh my gosh, didn't even break a sweat) Oh my days (Still breathing as well) Rah, ah it feels good, it feels good to be back (Man like Doc Brown) Jeez (We going again yeah?) Oi, let's go again, let's go again Let's slow this sh** down, alright, yes (Let's get them Doc) Fire, oi, listen, it go Uh, like that, this beat's by my brother Last Skeptik, shout out The Last Skeptik, my man (Every time) Every time Oi, this is, this is some real sh** right here, I thought I'd slow it down so everybody catches it Because I know like some people might think it's a bit embarra**ing that I'm back, pushing forty and all that but check it, you know what, I fun it up [Verse 2] I'm an embarra**ment A thirty something dad who look like one of The Establishment Can't believe I'm rapping and my daughter's looking awkward at her friends, sh** it's dad again Just pretend this isn't happening Embarrasing, yeah, making packed lunches and sandwiches This n***a probably got a camper van But more embarra**ing's the fact that I can still savage rappers, any persuasion, Caucasian, Asian or African Got the kind of flow to blow the smoke out the Vatican I realise everything I dream, you're imagining Speaking of embarra**ment What your girl's messaging me all the time is borderline s**ual hara**ment Man, I'll have to get restraining orders for ya Saw you try and draw before but this time, I'm closing the door If chicks are too thirsty, man are too hungry I spit so crisp, biters try to Monster Munch me Trump me like the leader of the free world, ugly Post-apocalypse, all co*kroaches and just me It's impossible to fathom my train of thought You ain't been near a career this strange before You could see me on a screen, a stage, a tour When I perform, what you see's the same, I'm raw Sipping on Dom champs with Tom Hanks Cricklewood on my mind, my donny's running with the wrong gangs You could take the boy out of North-Weezy But this sh** run deep blud, believe me Who you tryna break fam? Getting it popping with Jennifer Lawrence, honestly, Hollywood didn't break man Still rocking with the same fam A poisonous pack of guys, glad to sacrifice a wasteman Dying planet and a lot of dead stars Cry behind your Prada gla**es, I gave you a head-start Been out the game nine years, seven months, three weeks, six days And you still ain't got sh** to say I create the bait when I conversate, articulate Try shift me but you can't lift the weight Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy monster sound No more soft songs allowed Write a book on that because looking back, of course I'm proud With a venue and a pencil, I can draw a crowd And fame will never mean as much as money But money will never ever mean as much as the love does cuzzy So sprinkle some respect on my name like fine seasoning Work it out, I'm the reason and you're reasoning And that's some Fire in the Booth right there (Ay, ay, man like Doc Brown, jeez) Hahaha, Doc Brown, your worst nightmare, I'm back fam, simple tings (Pull that, bruv) sh** (You are still the same guy that I listened to back in the day, like this guy is so sick man) Ah man, ah I appreciate it bro (He's so sick bro) Thank you, thank you (And that right there, that right there is what you call Fire in the Booth) Safe bro