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kamakaze - fire in the booth lyrics

[intro]
yeah, it’s kamakaze
leicester city, royal blud out now
go cop that
b.l.g
yo, alright
listen, yeah

[verse 1]
i’m the weatherman
and i told man whatever the weather man
whether man like it or not i’ll weather man down
when it rains it pours, i’ll get a man drowned (yeah)
i’m the weatherman
and i told man whatever the weather man
whether man like it or not i’ll weather man down
when it rains it pours, i’ll get a man drowned (yeah)
i’m the weatherman
told man it’s due to shower all year
roll to the dance in my shaolin gear
gets these couple mcs drowned in here (yeah)
i’m the weatherman
they know i brought the heat last summer
mcs won’t get to eat last supper
when i turn mc to track runner (yeah what?)
i’m the weatherman
big storm’s coming down like it’s mike
man better hope they’re not flying kites
’cause man’ll come down like lightning strikes (yeah)
i’m the weatherman
this year i’m bringing hail and snow
they ain’t hailing snow like the game of thones
it’s the big kamdog yeah the name is known (yeah)
i’m the weatherman
and i told man whatever the weather man
whether man like it or not i’ll weather man down
when it rains it pours, i’ll get a man drowned (yeah)
i’m the weatherman
and i told man whatever the weather man
whether man like it or not i’ll weather man down (listen)
you’re not a money man, you’re a mug with figures
roll strip club, fall in love with strippers
think they’re big, because they’re bubbly sippers
but them man are low like bugs and critters
touch mic ’cause i rap buds and swishers
light up the ‘ting like zugs and clippers
man i move old school like my old school
when i rock nike gloves and kickers
everybody wanna talk guns and dippers
’cause everybody wanna be thugs and k!llers
it’s weird, ones that we weigh our [censored] with
are the ones we pray and give thanks with
and the ones that we hold our [censored] with
are the ones that we hug our nans with
it’s all madness, city’s in deep like atlantis
kamdog’s murkin’, standard
and any beat that i flow on
man need to know that i’m sho’ on
i stand out like a yard with no snow on
’cause man ain’t gotta grow when i’m better than him, him and so on
roadrage had me feeling like i’m back off a ban
smellin’ like a mil, that’s paco rabanne
everything mad like [?]
got a fire in the booth, bust the cap off the champs
this is what they meant by schiz
what? this is what they meant by my team
yeah, this is what they meant by l!cked
my bottle is gl-ss and my cup’s polystyrene
life on this high beam, a balancing act
opinions, opinions, but talent is fact
your talons have grasped culture to culture
my lyrics a sculpture of man and his craft
it’s like [?]
i pity these fools like i’m b.a. baracus
you shake your maracas, you making a racket
lacing a cl-ssic like copacabana
and you wonder why man are low (look)
well i told ’em that man are low key
my orchestra empty, that’s karaoke
and it feels like these man love to hate
let me enunciate, they turn love to hate between
spitting bars and kicking a ball
you think my life is, well it isn’t at all
from the lowest of lows to the highest of highs
business is business, it’s high and and it’s buy
in the eye of the buyers
i am the rock in the eye of goliath
alliance of lions
every mc who wrote bars for me
picked out the beat, got too shook to send
indirects come in my direction
my voice don’t match my complexion
like b-tters gyal i’m too good for them
hard in the paint, i’m dulux to them
man are weary i’m ranieri
put my city on the map, i moved up the ends

[verse 2]
yeah, it’s kamakaze
big up m-ssappeals
yo, man’ll have to simplify it a little bit on this one, ya get me
big up everyone in leicester repping
yo, it’s been a big year, ya get me
how we doing this one, alright, alright, alright
yeah, look

thinks he’s a badman must’ve been lean
got his chain wet and his chain went green
holla’d at rawz for 2 for 15
still wanna act like big man in the scene, scene
you took your girl for a meal, you asked her to chip for the bill
spent all week on the strip for a bill
always need sheets and sh-t when you bill
bucket feast don’t aim for a bill
still man couldn’t get his name on a bill
if you died tomorrow then you wouldn’t have sh-t in your will
but you still talk sh-t for a will
mc’s wanna talk sh-t then i will
tell a man sit down, relax and chill
you asked a girl for netflix and chill
internet’s down, nah you didn’t pay the bill
you’re not a big man like phil, you’re more like bill
run up in the shop like “empty the till”
bossman nah he won’t empty the till, you won’t shoot to k!ll
plus bossman he knows your mum
knows full well you won’t bust that gun
knows it’s all talk, knows it’s all gum
didn’t get bread, not even a crumb, dumb
i said hold your tongue
man get dark like c0ke and rum
man can’t get more cold then numb, see my hand was froze when i wrote this one
man think it’s the big bad wolf, i
told man it’s the big bad fox
hardest out, yeah i tick that box and if man shut doors then i rip padlocks
see my right hand is, icelandic, mic man twitch when my man switch
man get diced and dished
timeline man just whine and b-tch
fine wine man i get better with time, fine line between me and the best in grime
me, i invested time
man already know that i’m next in line, like that

[verse 3]
yeah, yo
alright, listen
yo, this one’s for my b.l.g family, ya get me
listen, alright yo
okay

i’m tryna bring the nation a form of some inspiration
something, scintillating, stay on my sin till late ting
thieves in the night, like back in day, yasiin bey
i been the greatest like c-ssius clay, kamus say
you need to get back in your place
you’re either a rat in the race or a cat in the chase
crusin’ through my city listening to stankonia
tell ’em miss me with the bull that’s pamplona
they say they wanna help you plant the seeds and watch them grow
but they rather see him wither so they’re feeding off your woe
blow the dirt up off my focus, right
tryna get my focus right
blow up any open mic, i don’t flop, rowan faife
c0ke and ice, oaken heart, broken heart
emotions flood like noah’s ark, i used to love this stolen art
but we’re still overlooked and unsigned
pair it with no access, waiting to see my sunshine
and that’s no reference to my bloodline
i’m so blind, i’m serving food for thought and you should come dine
and we ain’t stepping on the cracks our crowd’s always half empty like a metaphoric gl-ss
i got bars probably goin’ over ’nuff heads
and all these new yutes, they sleep on us like bunk-beds
name another spitter that be up to my caliber
try cross the circle and i’ll tell you “die-amateur”
my flows is like moses
it splits, decomposes what chose to oppose it
it’s like, ring a ring of roses got a pocket full of pinkies but a posse full of posers (mhm)
see i know ballers in loafers with chauffeurs to stoners on sofas like breakfast at jones’
know where my home is, know who my homies are
i navigate the sky, i’m that lonely star
l-e-i-c-e-s-t-e-r you better show some respect when you see me bar
l-e-i-c-e-s-t-e-r you better show some respect when you see me bar
i don’t put faith in chance, i put my faith in chance
he told me write my verses, plant my seeds and raise my plants
i made my plans till then i couldn’t pop a cork (pop)
i used to love her, that’s a common thought
feels like the storytellers, they be the glory-getters
less concerned with lyricism, more so with 140 letters
90 or 140, well that’s a long story
them man move john dory, send them to the shop for me
i got 5 friends who’d probably take a shot for me
and 50 more who’d take a shot from me
at the bar if i paid, yeah
so we can all dance in the rain, yeah
i see that girl glance in the rave, but tell that girl “i got a girl so move your -rs- from my face”

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