James Brown Ghetts (Ft. Wretch 32)

[Verse 1: Ghetts]
Bad mother, shut your mouth
Even though I might die if I flood the drought
I'm Justin, you're just around
Shed light on the underground
Look, but don’t touch the crown
By the way, that’s Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah)
This is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave Stella her groove back
The kind of flow that put the rhythm in 2Pac
8 years later
They’re saying Ghetto Gospel was ahead of its time
I'm like, duh
Tell ‘em I knew that
I’m Marty McFly with these albums, fam
And the new album be the almanac
Back to the future with it
I've got a MAC full of music in it
I go H•A•M and abuse the rhythm
Beast mode but you can see the beauty in it
Who are you when the moon's the limit?
Armstrong
Melvin to you baby boys
Your mother keeps my arms strong
Life's a bitch so I got a hard on
Leaving all the bozos banging over postcodes
But don’t own the house they live in
When you’re young, that’s almost acceptable
But not when you’re my age, so I ain't
Bang bang bangin’ bangin’ like M.I.A
Truth be told, I wouldn't mind moving home
I don’t wanna bring up my kid around here
I want a house in the suburbs
I grew up with mice running round in my cupboards
Hungry, you could hear the growl in my stomach
Mumsy, put some more cow in the oven
Mmmm, the table’s set
Back when I never had cable yet
John Loughborough 20p bagels then
Now everybody want bread man
Cuh I get the bagels in