Don't do it, don't do it baby oh no

Don't do it, don't do it baby oh no

Okay, okay, okay, listen, logical

Poverty driven, yeah

Listen, Nikle

Done it with this one fam, listen, yeah

This is the future bruv, this is new rap

The kinda stuff to make Stella get her groove back

The kinda stuff to make whiteness move back

True stories, nah fam true facts

Every other day I'm in the lab making new tracks

And I know myself, I don't need to prove jack

Just realness cuz, no loose chat

Yeah you might eat the boot, but I chew tracks

Hip-hop's in my heart, I get energy

I'm a rapper, not no celebrity

I put my thoughts on pages, let my letters speak

Stay positive, my aim is to better seeds

Show them a new aspect, a better scene

Set goals and achieve them, get a dream

Like Malcolm said, by any means

Listen, yeah, by any means necessary

The road type's getting scary

Little kids living carefree

Heads getting hot on road, it's bare beef

And for a little man to help an old man's a rare treat

And the music game is all funny

Controlled by people who don't even listen to rap

It's all money

And some youts think that rap means gully

Mac-10 in the waist and black skully

Listening to others thinking that's what you gotta do

Rap ain't all about guns and shotting food

Talk about you and your life, what you're going through

These are guidelines here fam, I'm showing you

Don't talk about a life you ain't living

Stay real to yourself and no fibbing

Look at life in your way and your vision, oi listen

Fuck the DJ's who don't play UK tracks

And fuck Americans who say that the UK's wack

And fuck anyone who don't support British acts

Fuck fakeness, I only deliver facts

Fuck labels who don't wanna sign us

Fuck the whole industry 'cause they ain't behind us

And fuck artists rapping 'cause of MySpace

Before MySpace, you knew my face

I hog the limelight, I got my mind right

But I should've done it differently in hindsight

I'm just sick of all the shit, all the hype hype

Put the reboard down and get a mic mic

'Nuff man's rapping nowadays to say it's hip-hop

When it's just urban music, street pop

Tell me what you know about cyphers and a beatbox

DJ's mixing and catching it as the beat drops

Make the beat stop

And drop back in

I'm a hustler, I've gotta get a lot back in

I want my mortgage, yeah you can rock that bling

It's just not my, thing

I'm a veteran, no one's better than

Anyone else, but they still won't let us in

'Cause our adrenaline, and all the melanin

Mixed up, it's like coke, brown stuff and ketamine

Explosive fam, it will blow

Patience, see I want a mil slow

Tracks like this and trust they will know

That I'm poverty driven, from the bottom of my soul

And music's in the left of my chest

I write daily, I'm light years ahead of the rest

And take time, is something that I suggest

Yeah, don't peak before you're at your best

And how many bars is this now, I lost count

This beat just makes me wanna get a lot out

No books, just bars on lockdown

And I'm so hot I can make the devil bounce

And make raindrops, we ain't the same but we smoke from the same crop

And we all want food from the same pot

And we all want a shot from the same block

And I know man's still in the same spot

Since kids on the road everyday plot

Used to chase P's, now they only chase rocks

Nevertheless, we all still hate cops

Listen, it's like fuck the 5-0, fuck the 5-0

Read the Qur'an and, read the bible

Open up your eyes and remove your blindfold

I learnt just to love my life and that's vital

Life's getting critical

New world order, in the literal

Subliminal messages on the TVisual

And most man I hear, are okay

But it's all typical, be original, be creative

It don't really matter if you make it

Energy's a precious thing, so save it

Everyone ain't meant to rap, embrace this fact and now

Logical, I ain't backing down

Until the whole world's listened to our sound

Until the whole world's listened to our sound

Until the whole world's listened to our sound