[Intro: Dot Rotten and ?]
What tune are we doing right now?
We're doing-
'What did he say?'
OG style, get me
Remix for them
Let them know wagwarn
Still got write mine- look
It's Ghetto, I'm writing on an envelope
Like Eminem-style, you know like that
But it's real
Some [?] ideas

(bare sound stuff happens innit)

Alright for anyone that don't know
We haven't got no engineers, y'get me
We haven't got no engineers, it's just me, y'get me

Like that, it's very Rotten
Alright it's done
You hear it, yeah?
Whoa
Aight roll through

(Brigade)
Like
Real talk
I just gotta say it how it is
If guys wanna clash me after this
I couldn't care less innit
This is just how it goes

[Verse]

You man tried to abuse me
Use me
For my beats and slew me
For my tunes, all your morals went looney
I opened up the scene for you man
I directed and starred in your crew, B
But it's cool, N.E. told me just check up on honey and fam, fuck the crew, and that's the true speech
Over a decade of streaming money and Spotify wages never came to me
'Cause SRD ran with whole bag total, this is where it gets juicy
You dissed it I know, Mr. Tyrone Rowe, you owe Mela more than a few Gs
If I did man for damages, man panicking couldn't handle it and want to sue me
How many times did a artist not get signed 'cause they told Semtex that they know Dot Rotten?
How many times did a ANR have a smash hit but tell the artist it's not dropping?
Got eyes and ears in these industry offices
Heard what you said, don't think I'm not watching
Drugs that you buy for the staff on a Fridays
Class A tings don't think I ain't locked in
Booking agents be telling artists that the fees one thing when they know it's another
Handle the books yourselves, after 5 shows that's one house, new road for your mother
All of these platforms be asking for fees to upload when they get paid on the back-end
No contracts have been signed, and that content is mine, "Oi guys, why ain't I been patterned?"
Whole load of sharks in the game, if you look at the business in details then you'll start chattin'
Whole load of AdSense wages are owed; "You made it I know, who gained from your rapping?"
I spit bars and they're taking offence at the truth don't hate that I say it happened
I don't give a P for the money I'll make the wap blacker at boys
Im a fatal assassin
No one cares when your quiet but they're involved when your breaking the silence (Wiley)
Everyone cares when your popping but they talk wass when your quietly bossin' (Tinie)
Raps a religion I shouldn't talk but these rappers been snitchin'
Warned Cashh, warned fans, but they lacked, didn't listen
They sent man J.A now he's back and he's different
Eyes don't spy unless I've been gripping, pocket rocket lifting your leaving the world
Wanna stop me from eating I need a good burger but I won't go check Keenan and kel
Kermit with tea no orange soda, encrypted phone mans not on voda
Snitch bossin' up in a shop from dotting, no saaa
I'll cop out but you'll bring the cop in closer
Ah, wait
Bare n***as serving time
Sitting inside cause another man snitched
Or jumped in the booth with disturbing lines
It was this one, that one, that one, that chinged up this one and the officers heard it live
Your music is a statement why you gotta tell the whole world that you've been murdering guys
You ain't been jail then your serving lies
Someone tell Drill minister "Gash by the hour" still makes me squirm inside
Tell Commando stop scratching Juno the way that your acting your dirty sly
Big canal (Can I'll) make you run Surrey (Sorry) on road exposure time in South Bermondsey (Bare Man see)
I won't let shit go under the bridge like Joe's cafe these brudda's sold bare man dreams
I can't deal with failed rappers that think that they're businessmen "Did you hear that g?"
Send me a dub I'll take 2 years for a come back just cause I didn't care that week
YIKES!
Home pussy good but its hoe life for my whole life
So i'll share that freak
Mans tryna fling on the condom and give her the long one
But she wants bareback g
I got too much shit too talk about
How many artists charting came up on a dot beat now lets sort it out
Want viral freestyles ill call them out
Monster work rate, my CV's ugly I know
Aitch on Petrol Bomb
Stormzy, Rowdy Riddim
Hard times instrumental with Bugzy Malone
Wiley
JME
Skepta
J Clarke
Made beats for them when I was a younger on road
Man got a placement with Birdman and never got paid but the clout was enough to get dough
How many MCs dissected mixtapes I made and learned the way to run with the flow
Dots back and I'm done with the humble approach
If I send shots at you, your mums gonna know
Real talk I advise you to run from the smoke
Yo
For my hard drive I'd kill
If it ain't 140% I can't sign the deal
Yes, I paved the way but I need mine so good mum's like "Fine I can't write a will"
N***as say I'm a GOAT you can love it or hate it but face it my bars are Marmite for real
Came up on the bricky streets before these silly beef tulse and a town passed by the fields
That rage in my soul bleeds
I escaped from a chamber I got locked away I was raising the danger
Zeph had me cuffed, prisoned up in a place but I broke free
All of that time it was torture but showed me I walk with the Force taught by Kenobi
I got a daughter I don't see I pray when I go sleep that my BM's learned to change, the control freak
Tell the labels that I want mil's on the plate, mate, I'm after crazy collateral
Big crib, water fountains as the whip, dips, butler, mistress, and a cage for the animals
Cinema, pool, five-star chef in the kitchen, studio for mixing and wait there's a bag of rooms
Walk-in wardrobe, Jacuzzi, safe encrypted, master bedroom for babes; I've been planning too
Big dreams from a kid, OT at 15 bando with fiends making paper but damn it all
Road or spit I was blessed by producing in Overcliff my words vaguely irrational
If R.I.P. I'm Dot is a classic tell Tyrone Rowe he should pay me mechanicals
I'm trying to move forward but my universe is so backwards that even JME's a cannibal
AHHH
It was never get down lay down big mash full of teeth when we walked in man got down
Started the wave put base to a man and blast in his face cause I came here to shock-town
Gun clapping OG walked round toured town done Paris, cozy
Take shots gun range or cam, posey
Dot's back, Young DOT vibe BLAM! hold 3
(Ba ba bow!)
You thought I'd fall you fool no thoughts I fought the force of rivals
Lit up the landscape, Eiffel, came for the food cruel; healthy, Ital, iight cool
Chat bad, 6 foot in your face, I ain't tall
Drilling with no killings you ride with iight tools
Young chain snatcher for the food, I ate jewels
Did hoe life in Holland, straight, I ain't Jools
I been makin' them slappers but not in grime
I do pioneering shit you're not in line
I'm still out on the block with the n***as with the Glock my guy MIST got kettle that's stopping time
No capping please
When them man rap I just hear backing beats
I bang steel like Paul it gets gang-ish G
I'm your dad talk back get wooden spoon
GG Grime God Dot's lookin' new