[Kenny Allstar:] I don’t even know if my voice could even give enough justice to what you’re about to hear right now But I know you pree the title So we’re gonna get it anyway Who would’ve thought it? Ghetts, on Mad About Bars Wow
[Ghetts:] They only know what ends I’m from But don’t know what I’m a descendent of Or who the fuck my ancestors were Ask me how I’m doing and I’ll just reply I can’t complain I own my masters but I still got the slave master’s name In the eyes of the news I’m just another black guy rapper How can I talk ’bout killing my opps and in the same breath say Black Lives Matter? My issues are deep rooted, original Israelites, Hebrew kid Man wan’ shut down the system and don’t even reboot it Somebody tell Tommy that we do this I might catch a body with these two sticks I’m not sorry my scene do bits Fill up the lorry with Gs units You know what the payola says Them mandem have got llello for days And I got a lot of money in Lloyd’s bank I’m real cakey, I’m way overweight That’s fifty in a rucksack My man’s coming up five bags short I’m like nah blud fuck that Gimme the car and get bus back Ain’t seen my man in years but I remember the year that I done that I was out ere with the scumbags Real life, knockdown ginger Come like Dr Dre on a drumpad She can’t recall where I live cause that’s not the way that I come back And that’s not the way that I got there Mum sent man to the shop I forgot what she wants from here Took the Canada Goose and left the credit card and the Moncler Got a lot on my mind right now I’m black and my problems don’t stop there Right now I don’t feel too social Start writing a tweet and delete it Just cah I ain’t too vocal It don’t mean that I’m keeping a secret It’s been a fucked up year but I’m hopeful, if we unite it’s a serious achievement Crabs in the barrel, it’s always me and my own people competing I don’t ‘ear these rockstars comparing numbers The nerve of these old boys, how dare these youngers I’m a wordsmith Whenever I spell you should fear what I conjured I’m a master in which craft? This craft Don’t care where you come but it’s only substance I submit submarine flow Them man are in a sunken place Bar after bar after bar after bar Right now I’m in a drunken state I’m so tapped in to this ting I wonder if Ghetts feels Justin’s pain? Nan told me keep my head up I walk around with an adjusted frame Over ten years deep still Justin to some and still adjusting to fame My music is all I play boy I ain’t accustomed to games I know ‘rona’s lurking somewhere All I can do is pray she don’t come this way
Hang tight Ten Billy on the beat Teeeezy on the cut The albums en route G double I G Yeah