Ghetts - Warm Up Sessions (1/2) lyrics

Rain on your parade, aiming a grenade Wait, I'm way too great to be delayed Hell yeah, I wanna swing And I don't mean a place kids play on the estate Be honest, your favourite MC don't want it when I'm on it Everybody's getting bodied, I promise I'm going in like I could never be demolished The game's like my wallet cause I've got it in my pocket Stop it, you're out of your depth You should learn how to confess Mic in my hand, I never lie to my fans If I weren't this f**ed, I wouldn't shout "I'm the best" I'll shout that without a doubt in my head Sound clash? I've had a thousand of them Brutal's around, back, I've got an unusual sound that I lost But I found it again Taking 'em out, keep talking, I'll staple 'em out I used to love grime, God knows I'm ashamed every now I don't wanna be the king but the last spitter That they had on the throne was a disgrace to the crown Any man I provoke, he ain't safe when I'm round And [?] in a state to be found Have enough hope... I'll k** an MC How do I know that he's dead? Cuh when I'm done what I'm doing I lift up his arm and check his pulse That's how I can tell he's a ghost I'm sick, venomous dose Body's in my back yard Cause I bring the evidence home I woke up early, walked to the shop Got a paper, picked up the Sun and it burnt me All because of one feature They're labelling man some gun rap MC Next time I bet they'll call me a drug dealer They even mentioned Trained 2 k** And I ain't from the underground So you know they couldn't have dug deeper As for those that don't buy music But wanna tell me what to make None of you don't pay my bills That's why up until now, I've been an underachiever, uh And now I've got more than a four-room following Which actually means more of you commenting I'm so far gone, I ain't sure who's hollering, look Taking the level up again I be the MC you should never come against, NO! GH, I'm effing up events Bet against me, lost, they ain't never won a pence, NO! My enemies wanna become my friends Tryna get in my pack but can't come inna my tent, ooh Murder, no regular offence Like I burst a burner and [?] God strike me, did I say that with a cross by my bed? Payback [?] Take that, chorus, I'll never take back And I stay strapped, shots find your head I'll k** a n***a with a 16 I don't have to stop guys [?] wan' try forget Long time we rep So it's not a [?] for them Aiming a grenade Rain on your parade, aiming a grenade Wait, I'm way too great to be delayed Hell yeah, I wanna swing And I don't mean a place kids play on the estate Be honest, your favourite MC don't want it when I'm on it Everybody's getting bodied, I promise I'm going in like I could never be demolished The game's like my wallet cause I've got it in my pocket Stop it, you're out of your depth You should learn how to confess Mic in my hand, I never lie to my fans If I weren't this f**ed, I wouldn't shout "I'm the best" I'll shout that without a doubt in my head Sound clash? I've had a thousand of them Brutal's around, back, I've got an unusual sound that I lost But I found it again I'm like the kid Billy with the shooter 9 milli or a Ruger Dead him on sight I leave a n***a living with a tumour Stunt man, one hand Ask around, I'm silly on the Super If your chick likes Big Macs She won't be your Mrs in the future Watch her legs spread quicker than a rumour Durex, I ain't getting no virus You must think my dick's a computer Whoa