Kamakaze - Fire in the Booth lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, it's Kamakaze Leicester city, Royal Blud out now Go cop that B.O.G Yo, alright Listen, yeah [Verse 1] I'm the weather man And I told man whatever the weather man Whether man like it or not I'll weather man down When it rains it pours, I'll get a man drowned (yeah) I'm the weather man And I told man whatever the weather man Whether man like it or not I'll weather man down When it rains it pours, I'll get a man drowned (yeah) I'm the weather man Told man it's due to shower all year Roll to the dance in my shaolin gear Gets these couple MCs drowned in here (yeah) I'm the weather man They know I brought the heat last summer MCs won't get to eat last supper When I turn MC to track runner (yeah what?) I'm the weather man Big storm's coming down like it's Mike Man better hope they're not flying kites 'Cause man'll come down like lightning strikes (yeah) I'm the weather man This year I'm bringing hail and snow They ain't hailing snow like the Game of Thones It's the big Kamdog yeah the name is known (yeah) I'm the weather man And I told man whatever the weather man Whether man like it or not I'll weather man down When it rains it pours, I'll get a man drowned (yeah) I'm the weather man And I told man whatever the weather man Whether man like it or not I'll weather man down (listen) You're not a money man, you're a mug with figures Roll strip club, fall in love with strippers Think they're big, because they're bubbly sippers But them man are low like bugs and critters Touch mic 'cause I rap buds and swishers Light up the 'ting like Zugs and clippers Man I move old school like my old school When I rock nike gloves and kickers Everybody wanna talk guns and dippers 'Cause everybody wanna be thugs and k**ers It's weird, ones that we weigh our [censored] with Are the ones we pray and give thanks with And the ones that we hold our [censored] with Are the ones that we hug our nans with It's all madness, city's in deep like Atlantis Kamdog's murkin', standard And any beat that I flow on Man need to know that I'm show on I stand out like a yard with no snow on [?] 'Cause man ain't gotta grow when I'm better than him, him and so on Roadrage had me feeling like I'm back off a ban Smellin' like a mil, that's Paco Robanne Everything mad like [?] Got a Fire in the Booth, bust the cap off the champs This is what they meant by schiz What? This is what they meant by my team Yeah, this is what they meant by licked My bottle is gla** and my cup's polystyrene Life on this high beam, a balancing act Opinions, opinions, but talent is fact Your talons have grasped [?] My lyrics a scuplture of man and his craft It's like [?] [?] You shake your maracas, you making a racket [?] a cla**ic like Copacabana And you wonder why man are low (look) Well I told 'em that man are low key My orchestra empty that's karaoke And it feels like these man love to hate Let me annunciate, they turn love to hate between Spitting bars and kicking a ball You think my life is, well it isn't at all From the lowest of lows to the highest of highs Business is business, it's high and and it's buy In the eye of the buyers I am the rock in the eye of Goliath Alliance of lions Every MC who wrote bars for me Picked out the beat, got too too shook to send Indirects come in my direction My voice don't match my complexion Like bu*ters gyal I'm too good for them Hard in the paint, I'm Dulux to them Man are weary I'm Ranieri Put my city on the map, I moved up the ends [Verse 2] Yeah, it's Kamakaze Big up Ma**appeals Yo, man'll have to simplify it a little bit on this one, ya get me Big up everyone in Leicester repping Yo, it's been a big year, ya get me How we doing this one, alright, alright, alright Yeah, look Thinks he's a badman must've been lean [?] Got his chain wet and his chain went green Holla'd at Rawz for 2 for 15 Still wanna act like big man in the scene, scene You took your girl for a meal, you asked her to chip for the bill Spent all week on the strip for a bill Always need sheets and sh** when you bill [?] Bucket feast don't aim for a bill Still man couldn't get his name on a bill If you died tomorrow then you wouldn't have sh** in your will But you still talk sh** for a will [?] MC's wanna talk sh** then I will Tell a man sit down, relax and chill You asked a girl for Netflix and chill, internet's down, nah you didn't pay the bill You're not a big man like Phil, you're more like bill Run up in the shop like "empty the till" Bossman nah he won't empty the till, you won't shoot to k** Cause bossman he knows your mum Knows full well you won't bust that gun Knows it's all talk, knows it's all gum Didn't get bread, not even a crumb, dumb I said hold your tongue Man get dark like coke and rum Man can't get more cold then numb, see my hand was froze when I wrote this one Man think it's the big bad wolf, I Told man it's the big bad fox Hardest out, yeah I tick that box and if man shut doors then I rip padlocks See my right hand is, Icelandic, mic man twitch when my man switch [?] Man get diced and dished Timeline man just whine and b**h Fine wine man I get better with time, fine line between me and the best in grime Me, I invested time Man already know that I'm next in line, like that [Verse 3] Yeah, yo Alright, listen Yo, this one's for my B.O.G family, ya get me Listen, alright yo Okay I'm tryna bring the nation a form of some inspirtation Something, scintillating, stay on my sin till late ting Thieves in the night, like back in day, Yasiin Bey I been the greatest like Ca**ius Clay [?] You need to get back in your place You're either a rat in the race or a cat in the chase Crusin' through my city listening to Stankonia Tell 'em miss me with the bull that's Pamplona They say they wanna help, they plant the seeds and watch him grow But they rather see him wither so they're feeding off your woe Blow the dirt up off my focus, right Tryna get my focus right Blow up any open mic, I don't flop, row in 5 [?] Coke and ice, Oaken Heart, broken heart Emotions flood like Noah's ark, I used to love this stolen art Bet we're still overlooked and unsigned Pair it with no access, waiting to see my sunshine And that's not reference to my bloodline I'm so blind, I'm serving food for thought and you should come dine And we ain't stepping on the cracks our crowd's always half empty like a metaphoric gla** I got bars probably goin' over 'nuff heads And all these new yutes, they sleep on us like bunk-beds Name another spitter that be up to my caliber Try cross the circle and I'll tell you "Die-amateur" My flows is like Moses It splits, decomposes what chose to oppose it It's like, ring a ring of roses got a pocket full of pinkies but a posse full of posers (mhm) See I know ballers in loafers with chauffeurs to stoners on sofas like breakfast at Jones' Know where my home is, know who my homies are I navigate the sky, I'm that lonely star L-E-I-C-E-S-T-E-R you better show some respect when you see me bar L-E-I-C-E-S-T-E-R you better show some respect when you see me bar I don't put faith in chance, I put my faith in Chance He told me write my verses, plant my seeds and raise my plants I made my plans till then I couldn't pop a cork (pop) I used to love her, that's a common thought Feels like the storytellers, they be the glory-getters Less concerned with lyricism, more so with 140 letters 90 or 140, well that's a long story [?] Them man move young [?] send them to the shop for me I got 5 friends who'd probably take a shot for me And 50 more who'd take a shot from me At the bar if I paid, yeah So we can all dance in the rain, yeah I see that girl glance in the rave, but tell that girl "I got a girl so move your arse from my face"