[Intro]

[Verse 1: Mic Righteous]

Suffocate, Momma hates me

Woke up in another daydream

On my knees begging for someone to come and take me

Am I creative, or am I crazy?

And if it wasn't for my baby

I'd probably be dead in the bottom of an empty bottle of JD

Lately I ain't been the same me

Lost touch with my old friends - got no friends

New friends seem snaky

Maybe because they never wanted me when I was eighteen

Eating a 31p tin of baked beans

Since Kampain they wanna Preston Play me

Is it the attention I've been getting from the mainstream?

'Cos I killed SB, then GRIME Daily?

Laugh in the face of the last woman that played me

You're lying if you look in the mirror and say you ain't me

I am you, we're all the same, G

We walk the same streets, talk the same shit, smoke the same weed

Chase the same birds we chirpse and they tweet

Followed one girl 'cos she was following me

She called herself Bee - shit's fuckery

She stung me, it turned ugly

Her man found out she was going to fuck me

I'm dumb enough to fuck her

But it's the ones you love that's got to come first

I could have lost that over a dumb flirt

One squirt of sperm, it's not worth it

She's a bitch, you don't know what the bird did

Her and some prick called Chris

Tried to catch me slipping and falling

Didn't think I was the type to listen to bullshit

It's funny tried to get me in a honeytrap

You fucked up, you probably want your money back

Yeah, but that's a story for another track

Matter-of-fact, you'll hear that soon

Twenty-two tattoos [bark] Righteous, that's who

Twenty-two gun salute for any of my people

Been through what I've been through

You ain't got to look up to me

'Cos I'm right with you, you're just another brick in this wall

People think I'm the shit 'cos I spit and it's cool

Yo, I want to hear a chick say my dick's small

I'll say it looks that way 'cos I've got big balls

I've been doing this since this tall

It's the reason why I never got to sixth form

Doesn't mean I haven't got a lot to live for

I've been given everything from God so it's yours

Smoking on some shit that's got dreads

Thinking about hip-hop and I got vexed

Damn, the fans have gone deaf

You're probably wondering what's next

On a conquest to come first in this contest

Every verse is a concept; without it, these words are just nonsense

I keep thinking: "Why's one of us not dead?"

Keep seeing rappers at the bottom going like they're at the top when

It's the most humble who've got the top-tens

Looking like bums - where the fuck is your prospects?

You part-timers can't find a job yet, and I don't watch them

I watch SB, and I've been watching before you even met me

I knew English before you knew English

My Fire In The Booth can't ever be extinguished

I've been working for seven years, had to earn my props

So it's a gift and a curse I've got

Is there any part of me that still feels I deserve a shot?

I'm from the dirt, my family never turned to God

They turned on one-another and got birded off

That's when I learnt: there's always someone worser-off

These ain't just words for you to go and learn the song

I'm worthless, no person's perfect

Wish you could just turn the clock - reverse it

And right my wrongs, I don't want to lose the life I've got

And I don't want to lose the love

I'm looking round the room thinking "who to trust?"

My mother was abusive; my father was abusing drugs

I'm fucked, under none

Yeah I'm under none, I want to much more than a number one

I want to touch on every thought I can conjure up

You think I'm all talk 'til I hush my gums

I could talk for months, look what the talking does

I've done so much, I'm just warming up

You dumb fucks really want to war with us?

Of course you do, if I was you I'd war me too

I caused one little buzz off a corny tune

Round and round we go - the story loops

I'll be doing the same shit when I'm forty-two

When I'm forty-two, will I still believe the truth?

If I died at sixty-four would you miss me more?

Shit, there's twenty-two years between the two

It's happening again, what's the meaning?

I think I'm reading too deep into the whole thing

I'm banging my head; it's occurring again and again

Can't be coincidence, I've seen it so much - I imagine my death

My heart's worn on my sleeve, beforeI sleep I put it back in its chest

You get it? Put it back in it's chest?

'Cos that's where the treasure is kept

There's Pirates of the Caribbean in the ends that I rep

And if you don't believe me, talk to Frank

Come to Margate, B, I'll make them walk the plank

Some real Ill Manners, too 'bruck' for guns;

For real, there's still daggers

And man still shot to maintain - it's Class A

Where do you think we got the name?

It's not from games, sitting in all day

Man were moving fickle and the shit all changed

Got to make it out of this cage, time to make a Great Escape

From this Council Estate, shit, got to do it for my friend and my family's sake

Think I'm getting near that insanity age

Starting to stop giving a fuck - and I plan to be late

I don't want a gimmick or an image or a catchy ad-lib

I'd rather look like a tramp, say I'm true to who I have been

Read Mic's name, and I'll proudly say I am him

That's just something that I wanted to establish

And I don't need a crew to rap with

'Cos I do this on my Jack Jones, even with a bag of man

I still feel alone 'cos I'm in a mad zone

SB, I'm feeling like I'm back home

I'm going to work 'til the bones in my back's broke

But all these A&Rs on my arse call Jack's phone - I don't even answer

When my Dad phones, but it only rings once

When my dealer's got the banger

I ain't the man that the fans know

But I plan to show you who I am through my raps

As a man I react, get angry, and can be a twat and attack

For no reason, I seem so decent -

My alter ego; I'm a person beneath it

And you don't even see that this person is screaming;

These bars are the sound of him bleeding

Fourteen thousand people think I'm a so-called genius

Rub that in the face of my old school teachers

Tell it to the kids let the whole school believe in

The possibilities - we all dream for a reason;

Every single person has a purpose - a meaning

It's up to you to seek it

The sky's a lot higher than the ceiling

Yeah reach out grab it, the world is yours - have it

Hold it in both hands, and mould it into your own planet

Don't panic, follow the stars

Lead your hands and stamp - they can follow your path

And if you want it then start

Planning, when times get hard you feel like you can't manage

Remember who you are you can tackle any challenge

You can be an acrobat, walking the tightrope

What's the worst that can happen?

You can lose your balance; you die doing something that you love

I'm happy if I collapse while I'm rapping, fall down dead

Shit God, I ain't even warmed up yet

I've come a long way since my warm-up sesh

So when I'm gone, and I cease to exist the legacy will live

No MC's deeper than this, so when I'm gone and I cease to exist, the legacy will live

Shit, no MC's deeper than this, no MC's deeper than this

So when you're gone and you cease to exist, your legacy will live