Released on October 7, 2020

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[Intro: Ghetts & Skepta]

All black attire

Draw back and fire

My nigga dem ride out

Horseback for hire

Full clip in the drive

I ain't talking Richard

But I'm talkin' prior

What you know about death and bury?

What you know about press and semi? (Huh)

What you know about? (Greaze)

What you know about Ghetts and Skeppy? (Go on then)


[Verse 1: Skepta]

I feel like I'm born again

Me and Ghetts on the track and it's feeling like the rooftop all again

Yeah, we're firing 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 in

Alchemist, when I feel the pressure, I make diamonds

I cannot stop getting the racks in


[Verse 2: Ghetts]

Who would have thought back then

We'd be some powerful black men?

Back when, we was in estates I was trapped in, trapping

Y'all know how it's impacted us

Can't block 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 being branded black


[Verse 3: Skepta]

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 he's dead

I cannot act for the image

I'm in the motherland putting racks in the village

What you talkin' 'bout, Willis?

Ever see me on the iPhone, better know that I'm talkin' 'bout b'iness


[Verse 4: Ghetts]

Don't tell me go back where I came from

While the Queen sits there in stolen jewels

Cool, I go back with a chain on

I light up the place like Akon

Mmm, I got a bullet with your name on

Bloodstains and a pavement you played on

You think I give a fuck about a loose screw?

My brudda, my whole brain's gone

[Chorus: Ghetts & Skepta]

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


[Verse 5: Skepta]

Yeah, please don't talk about numbers

I don't wanna hear what he did

Talk about me, you're talking undefeated

Talk about SK, GH? No introduction needed

The Queen offered me the MBE

I said no and I raised my fist

I went home, got my chieftaincy, now I'm back on the strip

Police stop me in the street, they wanna take a pic


[Verse 6: Ghetts]

There's only one Ghetts and there's only one Skepta

Blood of a king so I named my son Emperor

You see, right now, I'm on a mad one

I need red rooms for the whole month, pepstar

How can they say I don't want no smoke

Like man don't know I am the drug tester

The young mad boy, old niggas love lecture

Diamond under pressure


[Verse 7: Skepta]

Them man are playing question time

Talking about who's 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

Mumzy proud of the kids

Didn't wanna play us on the radio

We took the ting worldwide, now man are pissed


[Verse 8: Ghetts]

I'm a serial cheat, I got too many exes

You don't know how long I been dumping

Where was you in that Boy Better Know and that Movement era?

Right now, man are wondering

Some of you niggas need humbling

I got drink that needs pouring

Got weed that needs crumbling

Got gyal asking my real name

My mum don't even call me Justin

[Chorus: Ghetts & Skepta]

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


[Verse 9: Skepta]

Go on then, go on then, go on then, draw for the 'chete

Bullets start droppin' down like confetti

Won't 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 buss and your forehead sweaty

I make you wish you never drawed the machete

Go on then, you think you're ready?

(Greaze)

[Outro: Ghetts & Skepta]

God forgive me if I bust my nine

God forgive me if I bust my nine

I don’t wanna get locked up like Shyne

And then you crossed my line, so I

I buss one, bust two, buss three

I buss four, bust five, buss six

I buss seven, buss eight, buss nine

And me buss ten