One, listen

I’m in love with this music game

I find it funny like You’ve Been Framed

I was rapping when I was 14, but no one knew me though

16’s when I laid eyes on my first studio

Believe me, I never slept that night

I was on some "I gotta get back" vibe

I gotta write 3 tracks a day and dead that mic

Knowing the booth was out of use, I couldn’t let that slide

The set up was at a spot where Alex Bredman lived

But the equipment weren’t his, so he wouldn’t let us in

Something told me, think on the spot, I had to tell a fib

I told him that the owner said that I could get it in

If I payed him a oner but brother I never did

Because that brother turned out to be my brother, my brethren

The one that got me out the gutter and kept me developing

All we had is our beliefs, believe we would never quit

Dreaming of better living, we needed some recognition

Like we needed better beats and we needed better equipment

I was sick of jacking other rappers' riddims

Sick because these local producers were giving these other rappers hits

And we didn’t get shit, I ain't dissin

We had the bars, but the beats are what we were missing

Thats when I first met Christian Beats, the kid was gifted

Like a machine when he got behind the keys

So I changed his name from Christian Beats to Piston Pete

Wrote a song called Dear Dad and that shit was deep

Without a decent studio, we was incomplete

We found this one place called IMP

Where we made our first CD

It was a four track EP

On the cover was a black and white picture of me

The front read Mr. E

We burnt a hundred copies and we hit the streets

Along with the name the rest is history

Had the youngers in Margate screaming class A, we can feel belief

Still we could feel the heat

In a blink of an eye we nearly killed the dream

My mandem were dodging pen, we had to move in silence

Not everyone in the manor used to like us

Living life with eyes shut, trouble right behind us

Nine Iron in the boot for any youth that piped up

Man were moving white, some moved to Brighton

I refused to write, you can lose your mind when

You move to my ends, everything went quiet

Nearly give up on rhyming, the love had expired

I got told that my mother was dying

I still don’t know if my brother was lying

Fuck it, I’m tired

It just ain’t working, i just ain’t writing

It's just an excuse and that just ain’t Righteous

If this is my purpose, give me a sign

Shit isn’t perfect, this is my life

Wishing is worthless, pick up the mic, Mic

Pick up the pad and to the only thing you’re good at

Or spending your whole life thinking about the life you could have

I did what was right, I couldn’t look back

I never looked left, I wrote a track called No More

And that's exactly what the hook said

Living in some fucked up ends, but we were good friends

We got over the beef and got older

18 years old when I wrote Yob Culture

Preparation was the only progression

That's what had us making five songs in one session

Mixed down and ready to put them out

Only problem, I just weren’t ready to put them out

My shows were always empty, there was never any crowd

All you had to do is turn up and look around

We need to find another way to get the message out

Lambs bought chas a 7D and we ain’t messing round

Yes, we ready now

Film don’t leave me in about 7 hours

Go on YouTube, check it out if you doubt us

We done came way too far to turn around 'cause

I'm in love with this music game

But some people in it do anything to get paid

Same ones with the ability to make a change

Won't do shit with it, because it ain’t their aim

We’ve paved the way, we’ve waited days and days

And still they never played us up on AKA

The channel needs something to replace the waste

They don’t embrace the UK the way they say they do

Wait, they’ll lose face, they’ll soon pray they played me

I paid my dues, I’ll soon say it's too late

Fuck you, YouTube I’m proving who’s who

Who’s real, who’s fake, roll film new day, I don’t know

Guess who came through for the fucking UK

Who?

Mic’s the name, I fly the flag, ignite the flame

A million man can feel my pain

Why you think i say its like a game

It's quite crazy, yeah peace to GrimeDaily

The first channel to ever play me

Dropped Runnin' like you could never race me

But this is one big race where we chase dreams

Everything isn’t the way that it may seem

I’m in the underground, thinking fuck the mainstream

I remember countless times, us harassing SB

No reply, eventually Jamal had to check me

Don’t to feel my freestyle shit was bout to get peak

I let my heart speak and my pen bleed

Camera in front of me, everything against me

35000 views in the next week

Fire in the Booth just proved no one could test me

Ask Semtex and Shaw how I dead guys

Shouts Ryan and Pea Pots for the website

The dedication in my team, is on some next hype

Trying to get by, we forever grinding

No sleep, pissed off, that's why i’m never smiling

Had to drop crack a smile, for some reminding

Freestyling in the booth as Preston plays

Thinking damn, that's the KamPain