[Intro - Ghetts]
Ay Rapid you're reckless you know
Reeeee, mix!!
Rapid, ha-haaa!
Schooum! Schooum!
Ay, who's first up though, who's first up
[Verse 1: Kano]
Look, I’m top selected, you’re not respected
Not affected, by any MC with an ego
We won’t eat for breakfast
To be top 3, gotta meet the checklist
At least two CDs in the shop (check)
Channel U, Base, Kiss and Box (check)
Three classic underground songs (check)
Merk any MC on the spot (check)
N***a I’m top 3 selected
Flows are innovative, beats are hectic
Been the best in the underground
But thе overground now I got respect in
Not intеrested in half of them kids
You sound like D and do what Ghetts did
N***a, this is my forte
That’s why that gold plaque's hanging up in my hallway
Not investing
Any more time in rhymes I done wrote
And you remixed it
Yeah n***a, I’m representing
London town, yeah it's domestic
No muscle but still hold weight
N***a I love the jobs you hate
I spray that shit
Record it, you play that shit
And be like fuck, Kano did it again
That they must take a million men
To cop my CD, went from HMV
Straight to the n***as in HMP
G, everyone knows I’m top 3
I’m probably 2 or 1
And if you don’t agree, they gotta be phony or dumb
Cause I been on top since Romeo Dunn
[Verse 2: Scorcher]
I'm back with a vengeance
I'm here in the class of '07, I'm back in attendance
You n***as better head back for the entrance
The underground's mine
I can go mainstream too, I got a handsome resemblance
To my cousin Sin
For those who don't know Whitey, I fuck with them
But back to the best flow
I'm a deliver you the crack from the get-go
Check the wordplay
The content, the concept
And I ain't breaking a sweat yet
I'm established out here
And I ain't even a vet yet
I'm a do this like G, so go Ghetts it
And I'm gone like say I'm on a runway
Make big beats on a Saturday
Oscar'll spray em on a Sunday
Logan will play em on a Monday
Press the button with the bomb on
I'm on that stage my little brother's not on
And I put T straight on, from the day that I got on
I'm CV, no way I've forgotten
Cause I still got love for my old friends
And I still sell drugs in my old ends
Couple of n***as have got MySpaces talking shit
But it's not nuttin', I fold them
[Hook: Ghetts]
Top 3 selected, six MCs
So you know three, have gotta be rejected
Who's gonna be elected?
It's so close, let the road vote
Top 3 selected, six MCs
So you know three, have gotta be rejected
Who's gonna be elected?
It's so close, let the road vote
[Verse 3: Devlin]
Who would've expected top 3 selected?
I'm septic, need the whole scene disinfected
Electives will ruin your collectives
Watch like detectives, I'll show you a reckless perspective
Due to years of being unsigned, neglected
While these other MCs get big?
I don't believe in that so I'm a skeptic
A hectic, diabetic, not an epileptic
Another notch on my climb to the top
Left them at the bottom on the rocks
Rolled past, now my boys wanna shot in on your blocks
Yutes can't hold it up like an old man's willy when it flops
You silly little cocks, know that it's top 3
Straight out the top drawer, I could get hot
Like a milli when it pops
They could get dropped like Beckham from the squad
And they reckon that they're gods
With a constant cannabis-smoking criminal nature
Love a party but hate Labour
Cause they wanna tax and degrade ya
Till you're bankrupt with no paper
And then you wanna start doing robberies
Until you get on top of the economy
And then take your [?] away on holiday
These mugs don't bother me, I'm used to controversy
And these guys just can't deny quality
[Verse 4: Wretch 32]
Without a spliff, star, I'm the best with the rhymes
I'm destined to shine
I even got cats investing in lines
So when I pressed my mixtape
I should've got charged with intent to supply
I move CDs, I can jet, star
It's my intention to fly
You can't take off with your bait songs
Look, I'm capital O original
I'm the man with the flow that's lyrical
I'm top 3 selected
N***as keep getting their top seat rejected
They did not meet the Wretch list
I ain't gonna say I'm the best
Learn From My Mixtape, just saving my breath
And if you don't get Ps when you see me
The least you can do is pay me respect
Or play me on sets, look
I'm top 10 dead or alive
You're not Wretch nor poetic or fly
God said "who's better with lines?"
They were like "Docherty", honestly
Look, I've been through two so one I've gotta be
I'm Wretch, yeah
[Hook: Ghetts]
Top 3 selected, six MCs
So you know three, have gotta be rejected
Who's gonna be elected?
It's so close, let the road vote
Top 3 selected, six MCs
So you know three, have gotta be rejected
Who's gonna be elected?
It's so close, let the road vote
[Verse 5: Durrty Goodz]
Look, you write bars I think 'em in the head
Sync 'em on a riddim, deliver 'em on a regs
You follow my drill, and got bent up with what I said and you
Act feminine like women up in the bed
Nobody wanna swear that they're worthy first
They wanna hear the Dirty verse
I burst and they rehearse, rewind and reverse
My words up on the mic
Trying to come up the best verse in their life
[phone ringing] Yeah, hello
Goodz you gotta link man tonight
[I'm in the booth you know]
We up in the studes, spitting a verse on the mic
[Yeah we'll link up in the booth man]
When you're up on the studes, man who spittin' tight
[Yeah, yeh, aight, cool man, bless]
When you finish the burial, come link man alright
As I was saying
You lot are bait, had the same flow back in the day
I would'a shame, here I go again, lapping the game
Leaving 'em hung from a lyric, like Saddam Hussein
You don't stack on your claim, there's no chatting to Dwayne
I'm insane, like heroine, that they jack in their vein
I'm a Dan-Don-Badda than them, that are rapping the same
Because I did a top 3 and it's a fact that you ain't
I make 'em re-ee-wind
They be pulling up my verse, they loving my words
You man are just be-ee-hind
And anything I do is grimey, you man just make Grime
[Verse 6: Ghetts]
Top 3, top 2, top 1
Top me, not you, not none
You man are like 100 metres, over in a short time
I'm the genius, I'm in it for the long run
I be in the front with leaders
I'm in it for the sole funds, PRS
Back when I had a CRX
I weren't even getting rung for features
Who's the best now?
We'll see when the song's done
I could shine in the limelight with the best six guys
Come back and I've killed the revive type, when the times right
I be the Einstein of Grime and I ride mic
You could decide this by rhymes that I write like
'84, October the 9th
A baby was sworn to be cold on the mic
Now I'm rated more than soldier with stripes
I could provide hits, or snipe with a tight line
And I ain't got a deal yet
But I'm still f'd
You can ask any real vet
If I'm a real threat
Five years from now and it's still yes
You can't kill Ghetts
Ask Wilfred
My bars will dead
Any half-hearted and skill-less artist
Ain't passing a real test
I'm a trendsetter with a vendetta
And ever since 'Skinny Sort', a lotta n***as don't wanna be built wedge
But it's songs like 'Baby Girl' that's gonna make me sell
80 thou and I'll pay me now and duck
My mouth may be foul
But I'm like an Israeli, I'm bound to buss
Who's got a bigger buzz
Nobody British, thus
It's like I be spitting drugs
[Hook: Ghetts]
Top 3 selected, six MCs
So you know three, have gotta be rejected
Who's gonna be elected?
It's so close, let the road vote
Top 3 selected, six MCs
So you know three, have gotta be rejected
Who's gonna be elected?
It's so close, let the road vote
