[Intro]

Yeah, it's Lowkey, let's do this

This is a portrait

[Verse]

Still remain to be young and blessed

Differently gifted, since I was held at my mother's breast

Need to get away from the streets, in love with drugs and sex

Guns, glamour, blood and death, shit were London's best

Still feeling like we're stuck in Hell, I got love for my brother Spells

Along this path we both needed each other's help

I paint pictures, this is a portrait

The album's 'round the corner, next year I got to fit in some tour date

We tried to start living in more ways

This is food for thought that's bringing a raw taste

I'm in the kitchen fixing a gourmet

I remember years of sweat and tears, I would stay spitting for 4 days

To make sure baked bread is here

I never fear, forget Britain, we're the best in this hemisphere

I poured out my heart blood and left it here, let me make the message clear

The time of judgement is getting near

Display my essence on this track

Still I don't even know who did the tune first

I spit nothing but facts, still blood it's like the truth hurts

In a world were dirty words can get a youth merked

I pursue and search for my place on this Earth's surface

I'm the worst person to hate so don't make a quick mistake

Before I make your whole face disintegrate

It's not a game, I ain't one of them pricks that want the fame

Around me you can't spot the same lyricists

I got a solid name 'cause of the way I operate and stay living this

This ain't Great Britishness, just straight from the soul

Of an MC with a dangerous flow

Blood I done this as ancient as Rome

But I'm still patiently waiting to blow

So what the fuck's up now?