Warm Up Sessions (1/2) Ghetts

Rain on your parade, aiming a grenade
Wait, I'm way too great to be delayed
Hell yeah, I wanna swing
And I don't mean a place kids play on the estate
Be honest, your favourite MC don't want it when I'm on it
Everybody's getting bodied, I promise
I'm going in like I could never be demolished
The game's like my wallet cause I've got it in my pocket
Stop it, you're out of your depth
You should learn how to confess
Mic in my hand, I never lie to my fans
If I weren't this fucked, I wouldn't shout "I'm the best"
I'll shout that without a doubt in my head
Sound clash? I've had a thousand of them
Brutal's around, back, I've got an unusual sound that I lost
But I found it again

Taking 'em out, keep talking, I'll staple 'em out
I used to love grime, God knows I'm ashamed every now
I don't wanna be the king but the last spitter
That they had on the throne was a disgrace to the crown
Any man I provoke, he ain't safe when I'm round
And [?] in a state to be found
Have enough hope...

I'll kill an MC
How do I know that he's dead?
Cuh when I'm done what I'm doing
I lift up his arm and check his pulse
That's how I can tell he's a ghost
I'm sick, venomous dose
Body's in my back yard
Cause I bring the evidence home