[Intro]
I remember when Justin was around three, we were at a church concert. Asked him, "What you wanna watch performances?" I turned away for a moment, when I looked up, Justin—my three-year-old—had managed to find himself on stage in front of thousands of people. As if he was ready to perform next. From that moment, I knew Justin would be headin' for platforms bigger than that stage. I know he would stand tall in this world
[Verse 1]
Started out in Nasty Crew
Just after Dizzee Rascal blew
Stana took me Jammers
I remember it was afternoon
I was still on tag then
Fresh home from Hunter Coombe
Jammer played "Destruction" to me
Told me it was coming soon
Sharky taught me patience
Marcus bought me stations
Back to back with Kano
Had me working on my cadence
Spitting in my bedroom
Nurturing the basics
While I was tryna work out how to turn this into papers
First I clashed Dimples
Then I sent for Flirta D
I swear either man was singles
Couldn't end the murder spree
Every time they heard me touch the microphone, first degree
I was tryna rub these niggas out the culture permanently
Then beef and music mixed and someone said I can't go out
It was on sight with SLK from when I knocked Swarvo out
Then they caught me lacking
Sidewinder Milton Keynes
I was with-
I shoulda bought the whole of Plaistow out
The second phase is when the pressure came
Double, Monks and Foots left
And Marcus tried to set up Kane
I told him that he's wrong for that
And I ain't with the set-up games
Then Newham turned against me
Like I ain't from the ends again
Mike Skinner tour
Mind's still on war
Knife with me still
I'm five-figure poor
Why give in for?
I'm still on form
It ain't just the deal
Why I'm in it for
My nigga pissed 'cause I ain't been to see him
I was in the lab
Working on my tape with Rich and Ian
By the time Risky rung my phone, I was a different being
I was taking less risk on road even in the PM
Outside my yard, chipped tooth
Who set the levels?
Mouth full of bars, true stories
Check the records
Where the fuck is the awards?
Who's collecting medals?
Who connected dots?
'Cause I connected several
People always ask me how The Movement start
First I met Devlin through a mutual spar
When I met the brudda Mercston, he was moving grub
Scorcher rung me out the blue and showed me super love
Told me I was cold, I said, "It's mutual, blud"
Then my nigga 32 came to stus with us
And we was boring through with no excusing us
Next ting I know it's Boy Better Know and Movement dubs
Before we was making money, on the tour bus
I was tryna make a duppy with a war dub
Me versus P Money, that was pure crud
Tell NME I find it funny they ignored us
All these man say they kings, it's just self-proclaimed
Don't call yourself a king, you ain't helped the game
Everybody in this ting must've felt the same
All I see is complaints, but we've only got ourselves to blame
I changed grime sonically
Waged war properly
Done the impossible
Made them say possibly
All I got in exchange is niggas tryna copy me
And people that don't really know the culture running commentary
They didn't want me here
I had to bob and weave
You ain't self-made
What kinda odds you beat?
What time you wake up?
How long you sleep?
Me and Dominic, we was obsolete
I remember when Justin was around three, we were at a church concert. Asked him, "What you wanna watch performances?" I turned away for a moment, when I looked up, Justin—my three-year-old—had managed to find himself on stage in front of thousands of people. As if he was ready to perform next. From that moment, I knew Justin would be headin' for platforms bigger than that stage. I know he would stand tall in this world
[Verse 1]
Started out in Nasty Crew
Just after Dizzee Rascal blew
Stana took me Jammers
I remember it was afternoon
I was still on tag then
Fresh home from Hunter Coombe
Jammer played "Destruction" to me
Told me it was coming soon
Sharky taught me patience
Marcus bought me stations
Back to back with Kano
Had me working on my cadence
Spitting in my bedroom
Nurturing the basics
While I was tryna work out how to turn this into papers
First I clashed Dimples
Then I sent for Flirta D
I swear either man was singles
Couldn't end the murder spree
Every time they heard me touch the microphone, first degree
I was tryna rub these niggas out the culture permanently
Then beef and music mixed and someone said I can't go out
It was on sight with SLK from when I knocked Swarvo out
Then they caught me lacking
Sidewinder Milton Keynes
I was with-
I shoulda bought the whole of Plaistow out
The second phase is when the pressure came
Double, Monks and Foots left
And Marcus tried to set up Kane
I told him that he's wrong for that
And I ain't with the set-up games
Then Newham turned against me
Like I ain't from the ends again
Mike Skinner tour
Mind's still on war
Knife with me still
I'm five-figure poor
Why give in for?
I'm still on form
It ain't just the deal
Why I'm in it for
My nigga pissed 'cause I ain't been to see him
I was in the lab
Working on my tape with Rich and Ian
By the time Risky rung my phone, I was a different being
I was taking less risk on road even in the PM
Outside my yard, chipped tooth
Who set the levels?
Mouth full of bars, true stories
Check the records
Where the fuck is the awards?
Who's collecting medals?
Who connected dots?
'Cause I connected several
People always ask me how The Movement start
First I met Devlin through a mutual spar
When I met the brudda Mercston, he was moving grub
Scorcher rung me out the blue and showed me super love
Told me I was cold, I said, "It's mutual, blud"
Then my nigga 32 came to stus with us
And we was boring through with no excusing us
Next ting I know it's Boy Better Know and Movement dubs
Before we was making money, on the tour bus
I was tryna make a duppy with a war dub
Me versus P Money, that was pure crud
Tell NME I find it funny they ignored us
All these man say they kings, it's just self-proclaimed
Don't call yourself a king, you ain't helped the game
Everybody in this ting must've felt the same
All I see is complaints, but we've only got ourselves to blame
I changed grime sonically
Waged war properly
Done the impossible
Made them say possibly
All I got in exchange is niggas tryna copy me
And people that don't really know the culture running commentary
They didn't want me here
I had to bob and weave
You ain't self-made
What kinda odds you beat?
What time you wake up?
How long you sleep?
Me and Dominic, we was obsolete
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