Ghetts - The Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Ghetto] Once again I'm on a hype ting Dive in the deep end smiling Throwing up signs a the east end whiling Back like I never been away I been telling my fans for a while I would never leave them silent Back like I never been Back like I never been Back like I never been away I ain't one a these emcees that these emcees could ever emcee and intimidate I eliminate anybody in the game Open 'em up like Minute Maid I deliver pain like pain be the middle name Rain on n******gs with a little fame Every one a my lyrics Never come with a gimmick I'm back now I tell a bredda his run is finished Don't know about ghetto I'm hearing talk about ghetto Man a saying that ghetto fell off Fell off what Do I sound like I fell off dog Fell off who fell off not Anybody you rate f** them Ain't got nothing on Ghetto, Ghetts or Justin I already told you n***as when its comes to bars I am a certified drunken [Verse 2: Ghetts] Man a like 'where's Ghetts been' Yeah there's a lot a new emcees coming up But something inside me will never let me accept them I'm guessing I'm a veteran Who stepping in my section Man a man a rebel I'm against them Whole another level a connections Man a got the metal did a mention 9s mac 10s 38s Oh what a venomous selection Go ahead violate Who you know will never be an exception Ama wrongan And I will never settle for correction Oh bredda stop begging attention I would never beg for nothing but I would give and arm and leg for redemption I just wanna do good Because that's nothing to do with the devil's intentions Cursed by satan and blessed by god Live and let die rep thy block n******gs better gimme the respect I want There's no love for me in the ends I'm from I demand it regardless still come through on the R6 retarded Dumb stunting old friends looking in my bolt hating And it still hasn't sunk in [Verse 3: J Clarke] I try and live righteous You no praise god Eat well, train hard Me fail to raise bars? Nah, I do it in and out a the gym Like it be the same craft I just want make my parents proud When I was young I was well look after I'm looking out for my parents now Hear me out I been through so much But somebody somewhere would love living my life So there ain't no tears allowed I'm so use to the sun not shining I'm prepared for clouds What ever the weather whether I'm heavily pressured or not I'm feeling better than ever before This is Jay Clarke from ghetto gospel The fans know they've met him before [Verse 4: Ghetto] Firing! I got that look in my eye again Who's Ghetts I be the risky roads guy again If another emcee says there the best in front of me I tell an emcee don't lie again What blood personal and up close Cut throat blade under ya neck like a violin All these emcees want is a wheel Well I'll 4 by 4 drive Michelin tyre them Nah you don't want it with that Westwood, Ghetts Stoney on my head top mc ganging up spin em all over on Westwood set I been away for a year You can have the new wave for a year The new line up I left should rep I've already paid my dues There ain't a page in my cheque book left [Verse 5: Ghetts] Back for the throne The same throne I naturally own Let em no I'm in a actual zone No pad just bars in a Blackberry phone It's way more practical though I wanna strangle a throat When they say that I spit to fast All because there brains can not handle the flow I be do everything you can't I can make another artist cancel his show I got the power dismantle the Eiffel tower None of you could ever call me a coward Remember me swinging it out on Logan with Skepta, JME and will now its like your memory could only go back one hour Show, shower Now I bet they all wan fe no how I Came back when the odds where against me no sale by date never once went sour [Verse 6: J Clarke] Get money get gal You watch face you won't excel I don't care what a next mans doing or a done In fact I pray for my enemies I wish all my friends well Every day I try and make sure my money and times bin spent well Came home after a meeting I had How did it go it went well Progress sometimes you got a protest when your going the process a being over looked Like you ain't a pro yet I keeps it profesh On time money up front Any problems we resolve em like grown men [Verse 7: Ghetto] Top 3 dead or a live no debate Me and you in the same league, what Nah nah nah nah nah we ain't! Don't try talk to me I don't wanna liaise I wouldn't even do a song with you for the money cos I wouldn't wanna see your face at the pas G H I can't behave I wanna create another empire full a technical spitter's Exceptional lyrics Air bending against all physics This is destiny's wishes More substance less of the gimmicks Best a the British full clip a 16s And I'll lick down anybodies emba**y with it Send for me send for me send for me init Write a 64 and mention me init I don't care about you But I'll address it whenever I be around you 1 slap 2 slap 3 slap 4 A slap for every time you mouth moves