IC3 — текст песни

All black attire

Draw back and fire

My nigga-dem ride out

Horseback for hire

Full clip in the drier

I ain’t talking Richard

And I’m talking prior

What you know about death and bury?

What you know about pressing semi? (Huh)

What you know about (Greaze)

What you know about Ghetts and Skeppy? (Go on then, yeah)

I feel like I’m born again

Me and Ghetts on the track and it’s feeling like the rooftop all again

Yeah, we’re firing that corn again

Get the toe tags and the bodybags in

Soon as they told me about the power that came with the black skin

Unlocked it, then I tapped in

Alchemist, when I feel the pressure I make diamonds

I cannot stop getting the racks in

Who would’ve thought back then we’d be some powerful black men?

Back when we was in estates I was trapped in, trappin'

You don’t know how it’s impacted us

Can’t block a nigga when flats with us

Abandoned flats where the mandem trap

I took a few Ls in my Champion hat

Came back like a champion and landed jabs while being branded 'black'

African man, you see the jewels on my neck

Class of Deja, went school with the best

When I fire my lyrics, you know I shoot for the chest and the head

Eyes rolled back, better check if he’s dead

I cannot act for the image

I’m in the motherland putting racks in the village

What you talkin' 'bout, Willis?

Ever see me on the iPhone, better know that I’m talking 'bout business

Don’t tell me go back where I came from

While the queen sits there in stolen jewels

Cool, I’ll go back with a chain on

And light up the place like Akon

Hmm, I got a bullet with your name on

Blood stains on the pavement you played on

You think I give a fuck about a loose screw?

My brother, my whole brain’s gone

Look in the mirror, I see king, I see me

I see who? I see what? IC3

Look in the mirror, I see king, I see me

I see what? I see who? IC3

Yeah, please don’t talk about numbers

I don’t wanna hear what he did

Talk about me, you’re talking undefeated

Talk about S-K-G-H, no introduction needed

The queen offered me the MBE

I said no and I raised my fist

I went home, got my chieftaincy

Now I’m back on the strip

Police stop me in the street, they wanna take a pic

There’s only one Ghetts and there’s only one Skepta

Blood of a king, so I named my son Emperor

You see, right now I’m on a mad one

I need red rooms for the whole month, hipster

How can they say I don’t want no smoke

Like man don’t know I am the drug tester

The young mad boy, old niggas love lecture

Diamond under pressure

Them man are playing Question Time

Talking about who’s next in line?

Who the best in Grime?

All we wanna know is who gonna stand the test of time

Labels on the phone and I had to press decline

With a heart like mine how could I quit?

Bought a crib out of the bits

Mumsy proud of the kids

Didn’t wanna play us on the radio, we took the ting worldwide

Now man are pissed

I’m a serial cheat, I got with too many exes

You don’t know high, look, I been dumping

Where was you when that Boy Better Know

And that movement air right now, man are wonderin'

Some of you niggas need humbling

I got drink that needs pouring

Got weed that needs crumbling

Got gyal asking my real name

My mum don’t even call me Justin

Look in the mirror, I see king, I see me

I see who? I see what? IC3

Look in the mirror, I see king, I see me

I see what? I see who? IC3

Go on then, go on then, go on then, draw for the 'chete

Bullets start dropping down like confetti

Won’t bring a strap if the beef is petty

Nah rudeboy, I just draw for the 'chete

Make your belly look like a bowl of spaghetti

Leave your lip bust and your forehead sweaty

I’ll make you wish you never drawed the machete

Go on then, you think you’re ready? Greaze