Mic Righteous - Warm Up Session lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Mic Righteous] Suffocate, Momma hates me Woke up in another daydream On my knees begging for someone to come and take me Am I creative, or am I crazy? And if it wasn't for my baby I'd probably be dead in the bottom of an empty bottle of JD Lately I ain't been the same me Lost touch with my old friends - got no friends New friends seem snaky Maybe because they never wanted me when I was eighteen Eating a 31p tin of baked beans Since Kampain they wanna Preston Play me Is it the attention I've been getting from the mainstream? 'Cos I k**ed SB, then GRIME Daily? Laugh in the face of the last woman that played me You're lying if you look in the mirror and say you ain't me I am you, we're all the same, G We walk the same streets, talk the same sh**, smoke the same weed Chase the same birds we chirpse and they tweet Followed one girl 'cos she was following me She called herself Bee - sh**'s f**ery She stung me, it turned ugly Her man found out she was going to f** me I'm dumb enough to f** her But it's the ones you love that's got to come first I could have lost that over a dumb flirt One squirt of s**m, it's not worth it She's a b**h, you don't know what the bird did Her and some prick called Chris Tried to catch me slipping and falling Didn't think I was the type to listen to bullsh** It's funny tried to get me in a honeytrap You f**ed up, you probably want your money back Yeah, but that's a story for another track Matter-of-fact, you'll hear that soon Twenty-two tattoos [bark] Righteous, that's who Twenty-two gun salute for any of my people Been through what I've been through You ain't got to look up to me 'Cos I'm right with you, you're just another brick in this wall People think I'm the sh** 'cos I spit and it's cool Yo, I want to hear a chick say my dick's small I'll say it looks that way 'cos I've got big balls I've been doing this since this tall It's the reason why I never got to sixth form Doesn't mean I haven't got a lot to live for I've been given everything from God so it's yours Smoking on some sh** that's got dreads Thinking about hip-hop and I got vexed Damn, the fans have gone deaf You're probably wondering what's next On a conquest to come first in this contest Every verse is a concept; without it, these words are just nonsense I keep thinking: "Why's one of us not dead?" Keep seeing rappers at the bottom going like they're at the top when It's the most humble who've got the top-tens Looking like bums - where the f** is your prospects? You part-timers can't find a job yet, and I don't watch them I watch SB, and I've been watching before you even met me I knew English before you knew English My Fire In The Booth can't ever be extinguished I've been working for seven years, had to earn my props So it's a gift and a curse I've got Is there any part of me that still feels I deserve a shot? I'm from the dirt, my family never turned to God They turned on one-another and got birded off That's when I learnt: there's always someone worser-off These ain't just words for you to go and learn the song I'm worthless, no person's perfect Wish you could just turn the clock - reverse it And right my wrongs, I don't want to lose the life I've got And I don't want to lose the love I'm looking round the room thinking "who to trust?" My mother was abusive; my father was abusing d** I'm f**ed, under none Yeah I'm under none, I want to much more than a number one I want to touch on every thought I can conjure up You think I'm all talk 'til I hush my gums I could talk for months, look what the talking does I've done so much, I'm just warming up You dumb f**s really want to war with us? Of course you do, if I was you I'd war me too I caused one little buzz off a corny tune Round and round we go - the story loops I'll be doing the same sh** when I'm forty-two When I'm forty-two, will I still believe the truth? If I died at sixty-four would you miss me more? sh**, there's twenty-two years between the two It's happening again, what's the meaning? I think I'm reading too deep into the whole thing I'm banging my head; it's occurring again and again Can't be coincidence, I've seen it so much - I imagine my d**h My heart's worn on my sleeve, beforeI sleep I put it back in its chest You get it? Put it back in it's chest? 'Cos that's where the treasure is kept There's Pirates of the Caribbean in the ends that I rep And if you don't believe me, talk to Frank Come to Margate, B, I'll make them walk the plank Some real Ill Manners, too 'bruck' for guns; For real, there's still daggers And man still shot to maintain - it's Cla** A Where do you think we got the name? It's not from games, sitting in all day Man were moving fickle and the sh** all changed Got to make it out of this cage, time to make a Great Escape From this Council Estate, sh**, got to do it for my friend and my family's sake Think I'm getting near that insanity age Starting to stop giving a f** - and I plan to be late I don't want a gimmick or an image or a catchy ad-lib I'd rather look like a tramp, say I'm true to who I have been Read Mic's name, and I'll proudly say I am him That's just something that I wanted to establish And I don't need a crew to rap with 'Cos I do this on my Jack Jones, even with a bag of man I still feel alone 'cos I'm in a mad zone SB, I'm feeling like I'm back home I'm going to work 'til the bones in my back's broke But all these A&Rs on my arse call Jack's phone - I don't even answer When my Dad phones, but it only rings once When my dealer's got the banger I ain't the man that the fans know But I plan to show you who I am through my raps As a man I react, get angry, and can be a twat and attack For no reason, I seem so decent - My alter ego; I'm a person beneath it And you don't even see that this person is screaming; These bars are the sound of him bleeding Fourteen thousand people think I'm a so-called genius Rub that in the face of my old school teachers Tell it to the kids let the whole school believe in The possibilities - we all dream for a reason; Every single person has a purpose - a meaning It's up to you to seek it The sky's a lot higher than the ceiling Yeah reach out grab it, the world is yours - have it Hold it in both hands, and mould it into your own planet Don't panic, follow the stars Lead your hands and stamp - they can follow your path And if you want it then start Planning, when times get hard you feel like you can't manage Remember who you are you can tackle any challenge You can be an acrobat, walking the tightrope What's the worst that can happen? You can lose your balance; you die doing something that you love I'm happy if I collapse while I'm rapping, fall down dead sh** God, I ain't even warmed up yet I've come a long way since my warm-up sesh So when I'm gone, and I cease to exist the legacy will live No MC's deeper than this, so when I'm gone and I cease to exist, the legacy will live sh**, no MC's deeper than this, no MC's deeper than this So when you're gone and you cease to exist, your legacy will live