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kamakaze - warm up session [sbtv] lyrics

[verse 1]
every time i tie up my boots
thinking would i swap this for the mic or the booth
can’t cut away things that lie in my roots
see my life is the proof
and man are asking me is it the ball or the mic
see i ball like i’m mike
mcs are way too quick to get caught in the hype
never f-cked with piggy like lord of the flies
never get a d-mn day’s rest
i’m kanye west
know why i want all of the lights
talking whether it’s the stage or the flood lights
gotta drive slow on the road to the good life
got friends who kick ball in the prem
friends that are living in the walls of a pen
friends that ain’t really friends no more
and that’s probably why i ain’t talking to them
kids spitting bars that i laid on a track
or kids wearing shirts with my name on the back
goals achieved
sh-t don’t happen if you don’t believe
if you don’t give love then you won’t receive
i mean it’s not just something i could leave on the shelf
if i left it behind i’d be leaving myself
wouldn’t swap this for cds on the shelf
it’s the heart of a nation
versus the voices of our generation
man i’m gunna make everyone proud
that’s word to my gs
from the bars in my mouth
to the dirt on my knees
some man they live to dream
i’m trying to live two dreams
until i get what i want fam i ain’t going nowhere
playing at wembley then sell out a show there
trying to school these yutes like an au pair
life ain’t no fair
then make your own fare
like noone ever did this before
doing gigs after games like his sister in law
this is literally blood, sweat, tears
overcoming upset and fears
living to another man’s expectations
i just told them to expect greatness
man are just stocks and shares
inbetween hats and snares
fans and prayers
we was youngers with no hope
one ball and jumpers for goalposts
same time
spitting over beats on my sonys
still trying to figure out if [?] od’d
man wanna say i’m over paid like
any of them man know my wage
but think of the hours i never got paid for
everything that i played for
when i couldn’t even afford a ford
when i blow like claymore
cop the rents at a4
pen and some a4
and make sure everything i spray raw
if you cop a cd get a season ticket
if you’re sending you better have reason with it
not a man of god but a man of honour
never touched by his hand, maradona
right foot that’s a wand; harry potter
this sh-t’s in the bag; happy shopper
i mean, it’s like my right or my left hand
my wife or my best man
on the road to the riches
minding your step fam
i said minding your step, fam
see, you can check the stats and facts
got medals but i never got platinum plaques
i’ve seen mandem trapped in traps
all for the raps and stacks
i’ve seen mandem trapped in contracts
not about what you know but who you know
so check your contacts
and check your contacts
if you think that it’s you that’s due to blow

- kamakaze lyrics

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