Warm Up Session 2012 by Mic Righteous Lyrics
[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
[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