A track about people having the wrong impression of me. Gotta be one of my strongest tunes so far...
Just thought I'd write a song biggin' up my city. Not really sure what style it is...just something I came up with!
Check, check, 1, 2 – All I wanna do
Is rock da mic, bring the sound to you
It’s that I know all that I can pursue
Job centre you ain’t got a clue
Wake up, don’t dream – yeah whatever just screw
You don’t know me or what I been through
Long term future – only view
Go ahead laugh but check my debut
You wouldn’t know where to start – that’s true
Got a degree, maybe two
It’s not like you make beats, DJ and got a crew
Qualified in something that I already knew
What’s the point? Sick MC – my review
Last five years my ability has grew
Time to sign on – well that’s getting’ overdue
Cos I picked up the mic and now it’s stuck like glue
(Chorus)
And what – You think that I’m scum
And what – Cos I’m from Nottingham
And what – Nah I ain’t got a gun
And what – But I’ll show you how it’s done
You think I’m scum
From da streetz of Nottingham
I ain’t got a gun
This is how it’s done
Check this, look at me, what’s your impression?
Probably chav from your expression
And you wonder why I’m driven to aggression
Good thing music’s my obsession
When it goes wrong it’s the one possession
That’s always gonna be there – no question
Pumped to my blood – injection
Cos without it I’d go into depression
You can’t see it but it’s like my protection
I tried at college but in every lesson
I seemed to go back like I was in regression
Goin’ it alone gonna make that progression
What – Gonna wipe the session
I feel like the only one with the connection
Ain’t a kid now – no concession
Just don’t mess that’s my suggestion
(Chorus)
Yes, yes – no act
It’s hard to find anyone as dedicated – fact
Rhyme straight to the point and I’m gonna be exact
Here eighteen year and I’m still intact
But I get treated like an abstract
One day I’m gonna blow – impact!
I hear gun shots but they won’t distract
Been through that all before, mind mentally cracked
Like a computer that has been hacked
I got paranoid thought that I was bein’ tracked
Weird times, wrong people I attract
All this hard work my tunes are getting’ backed
Keep it real with a contract
Rock da mic, last gig, what – the club was so packed
I blow on the mic like chemical react
I blow on the mic, what – you know where it’s at
(Chorus)
P.R.I, let’s get high
From da streetz of Nottingham 2005 yeah
Check it, we’re out of here, uh, yo