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Mic Righteous
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Intro
Suffocate me, mumma 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 campaigning want to Preston Play me Is it the attention I've been getting from the mainstream 'Cos I killed SB, then GRM 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 shit, 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 - shit's fucked She stung me, it turned ugly And man found out she was going to fuck me I'm dumb enough to fuck 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 sperm's not worth it She's a bitch, you don't know what the bird did Heard some prick called Chris Tried to catch me slipping the fool in Didn't think I was the type to listen to bullshit It's funny tried to get me in a honeytrap You're fucked up, you probably want your money back Yeah, that's a story for another track Matter-of-fact, you'll hear that soon Twenty-two tattoos 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 shit '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 shit 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 fuck 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 burdened 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 drugs I'm fucked, 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 fucks 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 shit 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? Shit, 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 death 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 ____ for guns; For real, there's still daggers And man still run the shop to maintain - it's Class A Where do you think we got the name? It's not from games, sitting in all day Man were moving ____ and the shit all changed Got to make it out of this cage, time to make a Great Escape From this Council Estate, shit, 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 fuck - and I plan to be late I don't want a gimmick or a 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
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