Ghetts - Category Real lyrics

[Verse 1: Kyze & Ghetts] Category real Man came up clapping it in the field On the grind, man's strategy was k**ed Even though man's mind was a factory of sk** Category real And I be wearing the fur of any animal I k** I ain't hearing a word from any man that isn't chill As long as I'm here on this Earth, I be carrying a steel Like Che Guevara with the drama Strap singing like da da da da da da Blow any feelings that you harbor Have man stinking and sinking in the harbour Sea full of piranhas when I bath ya Then pull off in cars and big laughter Take my hood off and pull up my balaclava I can't die, I ain't had the p**y I be after So jump in the car when I park up It's Friday and I just wanna f** Miss Parker G category, this category's harder This category'll make the cat in me go harder Hmm, [?] spokesman panorama Let go fam, don't ever put your hands on my armour I've been through one bag of drama Like the [?] man in the barber [Hook: Kyze & Ghetts] Rude category If you're on it, get at me, don't @ me How can you mention a one-on-one? Like say we won't jump man like a dead battery Boom, bye bye I just came from the skeng factory So what's man saying? Exactly [Verse 2: Kyze] What category are you in? Not mine, so mind who you're screwing Barge man like mind what you're doing Six in the ting, good mind to put two in No lie, I don't mind who your crew is Stick in your boat, look like man's canoeing Come through, kung fu kick man with my [?] One or two 45 gun box and you're ruined School's in session First rule, man, act cool with the weapon Man act cool and they're calling it repping Man rep old school, no talk when I step in Rep with a tool, they ain't repping at all Man rap for a rep and they reckon it's cool Me and Ghetts don get it all That's why my attitude's like "Ghetts, f** them all" [Verse 3: Ghetts] f** the other side, I burned the bridge Draw for the something and insert the clip Nothing but shells Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle ting Give me that ba** You know, that one with the dirty synth? And let me front room, night time curtain it OJ bit, evidence, murder it Leather gloves, [?] Let me golden child, Eddie Murphy it Let me Street Fighter, perfect it Let me open a headtop, brain surgeon it They say sky's the limit My n***a, you feel that? That's turbulence If I ain't the best to ever do it My n***a, I must be on the verge of it [Hook: Kyze & Ghetts]