IC3 (feat. s可PTA)

All black attire
Draw back and fire
My nigga dem ride out
Horseback for hire
Full clip in the dryer
I aint talking Richard
But Im talkin prior
What you know bout death and bury?
What you know about pressin semi? (Huh)
What you know bout? (Greaze)
What you know bout Ghetts and Skeppy? (Go on then)
I feel like Im born again
Me and Ghetts on a track
And its feeling like the rooftop all again
Yeah were firin that corn again
Get the toe tags and the body bags in
Soon as they told me about the power that came with the black skin
Unlocked it then I tapped it
Alchemist, when I feel the pressure I make diamonds
I cannot stop gettin the racks in
Who woulda thought back then
Wed be some powerful black men
Back when, we was in estates I was trapped in, trappin
Yall dont know how this impacted us
Cant look a nigga when flats are 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 bein 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 roll back, better check if hes dead
I cannot act for the image
Im in the motherland putting racks in the village
What you talkin bout, Willis?
Ever see me on the iPhone,
Better know Im talkin bout biness
Dont tell me to go back where I came from
While the queen sits there with stolen jewels
Cool, Ill go back with a chain on
And light up the place like Im Akon
I got a bullet with your name on
Bloodstains on the pavement you played on
You think I give a **** about a loose screw?
My brudda, my whole brains 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 dont talk about numbers
I dont wanna hear what he did
Talk about me, youre talking undefeated
Talk about SK, 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 Im back on the strip
Police stop me in the street
They wanna take a pic
Theres only one Ghetts and theres only one Skepta
Blood of a king so I named my son Emperor
You see, right now Im on a mad one
I need red rooms for the whole month, pepstar
I aint gonna say I dont want no smoke
Like man dont know I am the drug tester
The young mad boy old niggas love lecture
Diamond under pressure
Them man are playing question time
Talkin about - whos next in line?
Who da 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
Didnt wanna play us on the radio
We took the ting worldwide, now man are pissed
Im a serial cheat, I got too many exes
Dont know how long I been dumping
Where was you when that Boy Better Know
And that Movement Ere right now, man are wonderin
Some of you niggas need humblin
I got drink that needs pourin
Got weed that needs crumblin
Got gyal asking my real name
My mum dont 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 droppin down like confetti
Wont 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 make you wish you never drawed the machete
Go on then, you think youre ready?
(Greaze)