[Intro:]

You see when you're growing up I think the most important thing to you is finding an identity that resonates with your peers, and in best case scenarios elevates you above them

Where I'm from we hate the identities we are given 'cause there's nothing inspirational about them, so we create alter-egos

You call them street names or aliases, but for us it's about refining who you are and who you want to be

Most people only have one or two, with only one being really known - I had three

That's what the cypher is about - all three of my identities have it out

Each express their reasons for being, making a case for why they're exceptional artists and necessary identities for unique reasons

For me I found Ghetto, he was my way of finding a voice and identity - he was dark, free, rebellious, absent minded but completely aware

Ghetts came from Ghetto having to grow up, you see once your character resonates with the people that you find, you have to inspire or you feel restricted to (do so)

He was mastery, passion, controversial, and a necessary friend who aims for creativity

Now Justin is the most accomplished, he is me, I am him

He is a father, a hard worker, and a symbol of acceptance because he is the man on my family timeline and not grime's

But in saying that, I am all three, and they are all me

This is a microcosm of grime..

[Verse 1: Ghetto]

G H E double T and O!

Once again I’m on a hype ting

Dive in the deep end smiling

Throwing up signs a the east end whiling

Back like I never been away

I been telling my fans for a while I would never leave them silent

Back like I never been, back like I never been, back like I never been away

I ain't one of these emcees that these emcees could ever emcee and intimidate

I eliminate anybody in the game, open 'em up like a Minute Maid

I deliver pain like pain be their middle name

Rain on niggers with a little fame

Every one of my lyrics never comes with a gimmick, I’m back now

Ay bredda, your run is finished

Don’t know about Ghetto, I’m hearing talk about Ghetto

Man are saying that Ghetto fell off

Fell off? What, do I sound like I fell off dog?

Fell off who? Fell off not

Anybody you rate, fuck them

Ain't got nothing on Ghetto, Ghetts or Justin

I already told you niggas when its comes to bars I am a certified drunken

[Verse 2: Ghetts]

Man are like, "Where’s Ghetts been?"

Yeah there’s a lot a new emcees coming up

But something inside me will never let me accept them

I’m guessing I’m a veteran

Who's stepping in my section?

Manaman a rebel, I’m against them

Whole another level of connections, manna got the metal

Did I mention? 9s, MAC 10s, .38s

Oh what a venomous selection

Go ahead violate, who you know

Will never be an exception

I'm a wrongan, and I will never settle for correction

Ay bredda stop begging for attention

I would never beg for nothing, but I would give and arm and leg for redemption

I just wanna do good, 'cause that’s nothing to do with the devil's intentions

Cursed by Satan and blessed by God

Live and let die, rep thy block

Niggers better gimme the respect I want

There’s no love for me in the ends I’m from

I demand it regardless still come through on the R6, retarded

Dumb stunting, old friends looking in my bolt hating, and it still hasn’t sunk in

[Verse 3: J Clarke]

J Clarke, I try and live righteous

You know; praise god, eat well, train hard

Me fail to raise bars? Nah, I do that in and out of the gym, like it be the same craft

I just want make my parents proud

When I was young I was well look after, I’m looking out for my parents now

Hear me out, I been through so much but somebody somewhere would love living my life - so there ain't no tears allowed

I’m so use to the sun not shining, I’m prepared for clouds

What ever the weather, whether I’m heavily pressured or not I’m feeling better than ever before

This is Jay Clarke from Ghetto Gospel

The fans know they’ve met him before

[Verse 4: Ghetto]

G H E double T and O!

Firing! I got that look in my eye again

Who’s Ghetts? I be the Risky Roadz guy again

If another emcee says there the best in front of me, I tell an emcee don’t lie again

What blood personal and up close, cut throat blade under ya neck like a violin

All these emcees want is a wheel, well I'll 4 by 4 drive Michelin tyre them

Nah you don’t want it with that Westwood Ghetts

Stoney on my head top, MCs ganging up, spin 'em all over on Westwood's set

I been away for a year, have the new wave for a year

The new line up I left should rep - I’ve already paid my dues

There ain't a page in my cheque book left

[Verse 5: Ghetts]

Back for the throne, the same throne I naturally own

Let 'em know I’m in my actual zone

No pad, just bars in a Blackberry phone, it's way more practical Though, I wanna strangle a throat when they say that I spit to fast

All because there brains can not handle the flow

I be do everything you can’t, I can make another artist cancel his show

I got the power - dismantled the Eiffel tower, none of you could ever call me the coward

It was me swinging it out on Logan with Skepta, Jme, and Will

Now it's like your memory could only go back one hour

Show, shower

Now I bet they all wan fi know how I never had a sell-by date but they're all sour

[Verse 6: J Clarke]

Get money, get gal

You watch face, you won’t excel

I don’t care what a next mans doing or done

In fact I pray for my enemies, I wish all my friends well

Every day I try and make sure my money and time's been spent well

Came home after a meeting I had, "How did it go", "Went well"

Progress, sometimes you gotta protest when your going through the process and being over looked like you ain't a pro yet

I keeps it profesh, on time, money up front, me and my niggas are grown men

[Verse 7: Ghetto]

Top 3 dead or alive, no debate

Me and you in the same league, what?

Nah nah nah nah nah, we ain't!

Don’t try talk to me, I don’t wanna liaise

I wouldn't even do a song with you for the money, cos I wouldn't wanna see your face at the PAs

G H I can’t behave, I wanna create another empire full of technical spitters

Exceptional lyrics, air bending against all physics, this is destiny's wishes

More substance, less of the gimmicks

Best of the British, full clip and 16s, and I'll lick down anybody's embassy with it

Send for me? Send for me? Send for me, init?

Write a '64 and mention me init

I don’t care about you

But I'll address it whenever I be around you

1 slap 2 slap 3 slap 4

A slap for every time you mouth moves

[Outro: J Clarke]

I am a man they could never decipher

They say they don't understasnd

Two times out of three, I don't understand me either