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eyez - fire in the booth lyrics

verse 1:

charlie, this is fire
my heart and my desire
they said they bin there from the start
but i started in the choir
that was way before i sang on stage at derbymore with shire
and that was way before my first spitfire
that was way before my c’s dropped
way before i won that compet-tion at school when i rapped and ezzio beatboxxed
from thirteen, i’ve been eating riddims when the beat drop
fourteen met tiger troops, black tongue tried teach us
fifthteen, everybody rapped i had to keep up
sixteen, left my dads yard to go and meet hutch
its like ever since then, i’ve been watched
and ever since then, its like i’ve been stopped
stopped non-stop, stopping for pictures
so i got non-stop love for my listeners, i got love for my fans, love for my listeners
young yutes coming up to me for signatures
i tell em i ain’t rich yet
i tell them that i’m normal
these other rappers are lying to the kids, like their all fools
its awful, you’ve gotta rise or fall
exaggerated rappers make their lives seem more cool
cos most man in this music, make illusions of your fantasies
not me i’m eyez, i’m tryna paint a picture for my fans to see
sick of guys with labels, tryna tell me they got plans for me
how you gonna manage me, if you ain’t got no cash for me
they’re talking bout percentages, their talking bout the funds
they’re talking bout the cuts before we’ve even made a song
all these promises you’ve given me, whats taking you so long
i put p-ssion in my music and you’ve taken out the fun

i can tell you what stress is
i can tell you bout sleepless nights, i can tell you bout restless
little bro’s reckless, he got arrested
f-ck that snitch, ill b-tch him on the pitch f-ck where the ref is
cos if you war with limps, you’ve gotta war eyes
someone touch my daughter, i will torture them all night
go alone with my mash, solo with my 45
and if i ever feed em to the lions, then they all die
tell your boy he better know, that i got it shorty
grinding to the maximum, begging me for more weed
its like bad luck don’t haunt me
my life’s like a clover, and its definitely four leafed
man wanna cross eyes, like they got f-cked sight
tell them i don’t do three strikes, i talk one time
mums looking up high, to see her son shine
if i get that german whip, ill give it to my bloodline
hope that you can hear this, this is for my brother limps
show a man what fear is, if they ever trouble him
man will see the beer drip, if i bottle em
man will see the beard rip, if i tear it off his chin
cos ma man moving fish so you know that that mac grill, (mackerel)
you can get your pop popped and you don’t want your dad k!lled
there’s not a person, that person couldn’t murder
so before you flash the mash, make sure there’s bullets in the burner

bukeye!

be yourself or be destructive
if your putting on the image, you’ll be finished, you’ll be gone quick
mc’s cuss kids, dreams get crushed quick
before you criticise, be constructive
these, rappers are useless, they’re actually clueless
no cash off of music, these man are getting g-ssed off of blue ticks

illusions

that’s why their broke and their famous
its like you ain’t got no dough, they just know what your name is, your hoping for changes, you going down a set of steep steps
i’ll make your crew crack quick like cheap eggs
you n-ggas seem stressed, coming which your old flows
anyone can raise the bar ill jump it like a pole vault
no joke, play the beat i ride it like a cycle
in too deep, its got me fighting for survival
i’ve gone so far that my idols are my rivals
and my fans are my followers, its like they were disciples
so when i go, sit down for my last supper
tell my mum they took her son, its gonna be a dark summer
i roll alone, cos its calm brudda
so you only see eyez, like a masked robber
only see eyez like women in veils
the car drifts through cardiff, i’m skidding in wales, skkrrrdddd
plus i’m sipping on l
one day this prince will be the king of the world

verse 2:

- eyez lyrics

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