Intro — текст песни

The rebellious spirit unleashes the strengths in passionate individuals

Their frustration, resistance and defiance formulates an uncontrollable,

yet undeniable energy

Producing rebels with a cause

How do I look so young when I’ve been in the game for ten years?

And how do I sound like I be in my prime still?

If nobody don’t wanna rep grime then I will

Waving the flag for every one of us who came through the back door

For the peeping Toms with no insight, we ain’t singing this song till we go

inside

I’m just tryna define longevity, don’t tell me about charting

How many people have charted and still couldn’t avoid being a lost memory?

I don’t remember you, what was your song? Ah, it don’t even matter,

don’t even respond

The label never made me, only a Pagan can hate me

Am I wrong, insane? I’m a self-made don? Come on, rate me

I ain’t got a problem making an impact

Tell Flip and Sketch, analyse all my lyrics in depth and then think back

To when I said I ain’t doing it for the sake of doing it, how many people have

already did that?

I just made it harder for myself, you would think that I ain’t aware my skin’s

black

Wallace is dead but I ain’t forgot what he said, he said honestly

To the truth, fuck that, don’t matter anymore cause the game’s based on

dishonesty

They’re for the niggas that came from nothing and got their first stacks off a

robbery

Promise me, don’t ever come back to the roads cause there ain’t nothing here

for you

Old school for a year or two, and it’s only now manaman’s hearing you

Wallace, you were right my brother, but it just weren’t over your skin

Man are strapped like Officer Leng, nah, I’m in a meeting, with the dream team

(You know when I come for the rooms like?)

Disturbing the peace in the offices again

Now, all these rhymes are constructed inside a mind that’s corrupted

(You know like, this is music in its purest form — it’s shaping art)

And now man’s thinking about tracklisting, dividing and the substance

Born and raised in a broken home but I know my father good

Times changed and he overdosed on this drug called fatherhood

Man, could you pray for a man like me? It’s a living hell but I’m far from good

I know the Lord forgives, and after what I’ve done I’m asking if he could

Now I’m living this rap star life, every nigga I meet is on gas mark 9

If these words fall upon deaf ears, I ain’t even gonna rap part-time

Fire burning in my soul, you can see it in my eyeballs

They say I ain’t Ghetto no more when I hit em with lyrics as deep as the Bible

Rudeboy don’t get it twisted, I still party with the animals

I’m getting money by any means necessary, who told you I can’t have it all?

Rags, man are Malcolm, man are proud when

They see a man from out of town shut down, but not man around them

I’m an R-E-B-E-L, kicked out of school, ended up in Felton

But I should’ve went UTL, now I’m putting my life on iTunes

For all to hear, ain’t nothing on the DL, I am in another league, I’m real

PS, PRS, PPL, Twitter — let me just go down my TL

Oh look, everyone doubts me

They don’t know where I’m coming from

I’ve already broken boundaries

They pushed me in deeper

And they thought they would drown me

I’m still here, they’re like how come I’m back?

With another chapter from my autobiography

For you and you and you

This ain’t an album