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Fire in the booth
(Let's get ready to rumble)
Fire in the booth
Fire in the booth
Fire in the booth
Fire in the booth
Fire in the booth
I know they're like "Rah, how's man gettin' ratings?"
How's man still on all these stations?
How's man span two generations?
Fans still know all the words verbatim
What's his secret? Who's his agent?
How's his mouth still fire like Cajun?
Fire like Raiden, for ya man Caperton
Fire in the booth, fire off the pavement
I been fire since the basement
Been fire since back in the days when
Westwood try flex in Deptford
And his 'dex got dashed in Wavelengths
Back when Santander was Abbey Nat
When I was grabbing cash from the Halifax
Punks jump up and got beatdown
Recall that Brand Nubian of Islam
Rude boy rude, them a run it back
With a big wap, call me "Ratatat"
No long clart, no back-a chat
We out to earn stripes like Addidas, facts
Not a posey game, I rather rap
And UK rap followed all of that, c'mon
You mad? Can't be mad at that
Salute the General like God, Father, Dad
I got love for the old school or new school
I hope that the feeling is mutual
Don't let the mainstream media fool you
Listen OG's from the true school (Yes indeed)
They wanna divide you and rule you
They'll stay with business as usual
Boy, don't back chat, you're too rude
You'll only view those bad man on Youtube, ay
At this age, how's man still gettin' ratings?
With old boys all over the country
So you gonna hear the conversation
You gonna hear all about the Kingdom
How we formed that United Nations
And the only time you see me with the pigs-dem
Is when I'm bringing home my bacon
Old to new, new to the old
Something brand new, came from the blue
Oram blue, nice and smooth
Fire in the booth (Booth)
Yo, KingDem
Is the nicest, rappers with their chains and ices (Uh, huh)
Who talk about nothin', but appeal to your vices
Or is there MC's who swear that knowledge is priceless
Always trying to tell the youngins what the meaning of life is?
Is it the lifers who's lookin' redemption
Or the mother with the two jobs? Look in her pension
Who's never really had much or nothing to mention
But her kids are educated, cah the road they intend them
Hey, because you know their roads are horrid
But is your street smarts second best to book knowledge?
Or is that there diploma worth it's weight in gold
When your career and your hustle that you learned on the road?
Makin' something concrete that is solid to hold
You know they building more jails for the mandem to go
And if you go, that's a fail, let the good times roll
Go harder, stay off bloodclot yard, come let me know
What's the realest? Thug life? Bitches? Beamers?
Runnin' from Police, coke fiends and coke dealers?
Crimes and misdemeanors or the realness is
Your just trying to bring some food home and raise your kids
And what's better? To hustle now and try to get the cheddar
Or blessings in the after life and trying to live forever?
And who's to say forever is gonna be any fun
Ain't it better when they put you in your box you're done?
How am I supposed to hold my tongue
Be on my knees praying God comes or bust my gun?
If I see Police coming at night should I run?
I smoke weed 'til I collapse my lungs
Am I dumb?
I never been a road rapper
I grab the mic and tell the yute dem black lives matter
And black lives shatter when the elders keep lying
And youths get madder when they see their bredren dying
Another mother crying, another youth wishin'
He coulda take it all back and come up out of prison
When I was in the bing Johhny Cash was on my wing
That's a real G, trust me, I can vouch for him
But I ain't hypin' that, nah man ain't hypin' that
I went to jail 'cause I failed, ain't no stripe for that
I'm living better now and I can thank my wife for that
Plus my pick wi dem and I would put my life on that
Ay, big up Charlie, glad to know you
Cah man a real G, man a real soldier
I'm beat, bass, I'm bars, I'm 'bout the culture
And fuck Westwood, that pussy-o's a vulture
Ay, what's that show called?
**** who (Who?)
Better hope them young girls don't start talking about you
The preachers son, so keep my name out your tongue
Are you dumb? More fire power to come
Real Dem Killa
You see that brotha bugs bunny?
That brotha loves money
Carats on everything, dress bling never bummy
Captain caveman seems a little lost
Runnin' with pretty girls, oh the dress sense is off
Dungeons and Dragons jumped off the bandwagon
All that jibber jabbin's got you trapped in Aladdin
All that brown drink round about, lean off the pillar
Or get, or get cleaned off the brick like Godzilla
Life is full of whacky races and funny faces
But the world works on a funny basis
Masters of the universe, one big metaphor
He-Man just needs to hook-up with Skeletor
Inspector Gadget, really quite magic
He's basically a hoarder everything, he's gotta have it
It's a battle of the planet, please don't panic it's gigantic
If you see me comin' wicked, don't be worried, don't be frantic
TY, what you wanna do? KingDem, what you wanna do?
TY give 'em the fire in the booth
Inch-high private eye, tryin' to find a new gig
Tired of lookin' stupid, gettin' paid a few quid
By Tarzan looking just like a chief
Talkin' that lord of the jungle
Wearin' one pair of briefs, good grief
Even the Pink Panther's embarrassed
By the hook of Jay -Z and Kanye in Paris
Jamie and the Magic Torch should be watching the way
But he still trying to come to terms with being gay
Scooby Doo's not far off
Tryin' to pull the bra off of Grandma
Who's not trying to smudge her mascara
Speedy Gonzales got big Cojones
Any where that he goes guaranteed baby bhuna
Any dwell he lays his hat down
He lays the smack down
Ladies everywhere get you lady wife strapped down
Catchin', everybody's catchin'
This is how we vibe on the mic
So fuck the scratchin' 1,2
What you want to do?
TY, what you want to do?
Blak Twang, what you want to do?
It's Ridley Killa in the house and we comin' through
Now one, two
(Let's get ready to rumble)
Bloaw, I'm a gunner with ammo
Certified spittin' gamble gettin' beats Ragù
Ragù from the capital blocks
On any given day, at any time the 'matic could pop
The hustle don't stop daily
So don't knock the hustle
City guys want to get high as Duck & Waffle
When guys let bullets fly you best to Hollywood shuffle
Or get the cotton like that brother from that movie "Hostel"
And, yeah, I came up from the struggle
I know how to hard grind, flip it, and make it bubble
I know about sharp knives flickin', I've seen the puddles
I know about bare knuckle barneys, I'm from the rubble
You puffed up like a bubble, in the club poppin' bottles
'Til real bad man run up on you and come and rub you
But your doing it on Snap and you showing off on Instagram
We come fi murder that pussy-o boy like Ninja Man
Murder them, I know you must have heard of dem
Before the drillers there was Parkside killers
By Schooly D, true indeed
Ghetto gorillas will rob your jewelry all that activity ain't new to me
I been a problem and a victim of the system
Set up to stifle black children who put up a resistance
Or challenge their way of lifes, their beliefs and their religion
Or question decisions that affect the few postposition
Listen, society want you trapped behind bars and notoriety
Want us all sounded the same with no variety
No growth, no enlightenment
Just retire quietly, go broke in retirement
As you spiral downwardly
It's like they don't want us rappin' the same hype
Hope they realize that this ain't back in the day right
Yeah, I know you're surprised that I'm back in the game like
I never left, I just stayed outta lime light
Some said I was dead, work out the yard for my nine night
But I stayed awake, took time out to get my mind right
Landed on my feet, the black cat with nine lives
Next year the vision will be 2020, in hindsight
I've seen the future like Nostradamus
These snakes can't charm us
Or no weapons formed against us can ever harm us
We'll bust back, it's the Blackzilla rotten rotta nostra
The monster, duppy conqueror like thunder
Raw, I spit fire in the booth
With the desire in the truth
Thats inspiring the youth
This is murder
Man can't test the rotten nostra
Murder, leave you buried, buried out in Glasto'
Murder
FIre in the Booth
Written by: Stunna G
