[Intro]
(You know what time it is when you hear this right)
Hahaha, yeah

[Verse 1]
Oi Charlie, I'm overdue a Fire in the Booth
I'ma do a desire for the truth
From when I was a youth with a army in Willesden
Kept it North-West like a Kanye christening
Aren't they listening?
What, you thought I wasn't OG?
Or made before I rap about tea
Way before comedy, I was there slewing MC's
You could say I've got master degrees
Bars were for free, now I charge them a fee
Twenty-five large if you're asking a P
[?] fam, I rep it when the drop come
Godfather from before I had a godson
Do your history, Charlie knows
I used to be the yout' with the party flows
Back when they called me the host with the most
Deal, wheel, jump off, had them on toast
Yo, let me give you the facts
I'm a man that was born with the gift of the gab
I could get out of any fix with a chat
Hm, I've got Kilburn to thank for that
See I grew up broke as a joke, no cash
Still had bare peng chicks on smash
Bruv, thank God I got wifed up
I'd be messing like thirty girls life up
Yo Sloth, turn my mic up
No surprise these guys don't like us
Some man just hate success
Especially from a couple North-Weezy vets
Me, I'm bless
I never got handed shit, I worked like the proverbial bitch
Spitting when I was knee high
Never see me try say I was all about the street life
I was never one of them dudes banging
True of course I knew a few loose cannons
Couple shooters that'd move for me
I couldn't bring them man around the BBC
Man's on Live at the Apollo, Russell Howard's Good News
That ain't what crooks do
Part of the fire that I bring to the booth
Is a eulogy for all the kids that'll lose
Don't know why my comedy shows are so dope?
Because the blocks that I left behind are no joke
Oh, I forgot to mention
I already filled up the pot for pension
My real soldiers in my will and testament
I don't know you and still you're begging it
Spent ten years out of the game
Still got more flames than half these names
I just listen and laugh, he's bait
Think he got the wildest fly, he's tame
Hot album coming, I can hardly wait
No refunds and you can't exchange
If you were tempted to try poison
Try go against my brothers and destroy them
I'll rain down on your with great vengeance and furious anger
Call me a prankster
Call me a clown, it's true
I'll goof off and still rinse you
The code you break when you rhyme is the peakest
Don't mistake my kindness for weakness
My man are ferocious
You man are atrocious
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Get it popping like Mary
No shit you man like Van Dyke, you know dick
So quick to assume that I'm old hat
No match for the vocab in my notepad
Don't front for me with no gonads
I'm the opposite of front, you know, back
Blap, Dog, what

(Oi, man like Doc Brown you know)
(I'm glad to see you've still got it G)
Fire
(What he at? What he at? Woof)
Jeez
(Oh my gosh, didn't even break a sweat)
Oh my days
(Still breathing as well)
Rah, ah it feels good, it feels good to be back
(Man like Doc Brown)
Jeez
(We going again yeah?)
Oi, let's go again, let's go again
Let's slow this shit down, alright, yes
(Let's get them Doc)
Fire, oi, listen, it go
Uh, like that, this beat's by my brother Last Skeptik, shout out The Last Skeptik, my man
(Every time)
Every time
Oi, this is, this is some real shit right here, I thought I'd slow it down so everybody catches it
Because I know like some people might think it's a bit embarrassing that I'm back, pushing forty and all that but check it, you know what, I fun it up

[Verse 2]
I'm an embarrassment
A thirty something dad who look like one of The Establishment
Can't believe I'm rapping and my daughter's looking awkward at her friends, shit it's dad again
Just pretend this isn't happening
Embarrasing, yeah, making packed lunches and sandwiches
This n***a probably got a camper van
But more embarrassing's the fact that I can still savage rappers, any persuasion, Caucasian, Asian or African
Got the kind of flow to blow the smoke out the Vatican
I realise everything I dream, you're imagining
Speaking of embarrassment
What your girl's messaging me all the time is borderline sexual harassment
Man, I'll have to get restraining orders for ya
Saw you try and draw before but this time, I'm closing the door
If chicks are too thirsty, man are too hungry
I spit so crisp, biters try to Monster Munch me
Trump me like the leader of the free world, ugly
Post-apocalypse, all cockroaches and just me
It's impossible to fathom my train of thought
You ain't been near a career this strange before
You could see me on a screen, a stage, a tour
When I perform, what you see's the same, I'm raw
Sipping on Dom champs with Tom Hanks
Cricklewood on my mind, my donny's running with the wrong gangs
You could take the boy out of North-Weezy
But this shit run deep blud, believe me
Who you tryna break fam?
Getting it popping with Jennifer Lawrence, honestly, Hollywood didn't break man
Still rocking with the same fam
A poisonous pack of guys, glad to sacrifice a wasteman
Dying planet and a lot of dead stars
Cry behind your Prada glasses, I gave you a head-start
Been out the game nine years, seven months, three weeks, six days
And you still ain't got shit to say
I create the bait when I conversate, articulate
Try shift me but you can't lift the weight
Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy monster sound
No more soft songs allowed
Write a book on that because looking back, of course I'm proud
With a venue and a pencil, I can draw a crowd
And fame will never mean as much as money
But money will never ever mean as much as the love does cuzzy
So sprinkle some respect on my name like fine seasoning
Work it out, I'm the reason and you're reasoning


And that's some Fire in the Booth right there
(Ay, ay, man like Doc Brown, jeez)
Hahaha, Doc Brown, your worst nightmare, I'm back fam, simple tings
(Pull that, bruv)
Shit
(You are still the same guy that I listened to back in the day, like this guy is so sick man)
Ah man, ah I appreciate it bro
(He's so sick bro)
Thank you, thank you
(And that right there, that right there is what you call Fire in the Booth)
Safe bro