Skepta - The Journey lyrics

[Verse] Please don't have to make me go in to detail When I say I came out of my dads hone Now I'm in a race with these tadpoles, speeding through the fallopian I need to beat all the rest of these babies Mum had a positive pregnancy test last week Two months down the line I've got a heartbeat But I got a piece of skin between my legs man, I can't be a daughter I'm breathing, but I'm in a bag of water Foods coming through my umbilical cord, the years 1-9-8-2 I can't wait to make my debut I hope I got one of them good mums Nineteenth day of the ninth my day comes I finally come out after hours of trying The nurse slap me, then I started crying Couple hours later, I'm in a incubator A bit bigger than an A4 sheet of paper Loads of people kept coming up to me and saying "goo goo ga ga" Why can they speak to me properly? I'm a celebrity, get me out of here Mum don't forget your Lucozade, flowers and your grapes These giants keep coming in different sizes and shapes And talking to me like I'm in the Planet of the Apes But, it don't matter, I got the X Factor Even Simon Cowell knows I'm the best rapper We left mother's hospital went to the flat in Old Street Then my mum got cold feet We had a problem, I kept climbing on the windowsill So we moved to a house in Tottenham Got chicken pox so we went to the surgery Couple years past [?] skin fade in nursery Sitting in cla** playing with Fisher Price tools Two twos I moved to Primary school I went to the school next door to Northumberland My piece changed from a little hot dog to a Cumberland Ready to feed it to the big chicks Secondary school I was a bad boy at English If you listened to Jungle you was top boy in form Then all of a sudden some new music was born [Outro] I need to, have a name or something This machine or Joe sh** ain't the one man What should I change my name to? I need to be a king in this, or some kinda like wizard or something Yeah yeah, Septa, Septa Yeah Septa on the mic Nah nah nah I need to change the spelling of that Wait S-C, no S-K-E, S-K-E-P-T-A Skepta, Skepta Yeah that's me blud Skepta, whut (Big boy soldier, Skepta, Skepta, Skepta) S-K-E-P-T-A, yeah (Serious, big boy soldier)