One, listen
I’m in love with this music game
I find it funny like You’ve Been Framed
I was rapping when I was 14, but no one knew me though
16’s when I laid eyes on my first studio
Believe me, I never slept that night
I was on some "I gotta get back" vibe
I gotta write 3 tracks a day and dead that mic
Knowing the booth was out of use, I couldn’t let that slide
The set up was at a spot where Alex Bredman lived
But the equipment weren’t his, so he wouldn’t let us in
Something told me, think on the spot, I had to tell a fib
I told him that the owner said that I could get it in
If I payed him a oner but brother I never did
Because that brother turned out to be my brother, my brethren
The one that got me out the gutter and kept me developing
All we had is our beliefs, believe we would never quit
Dreaming of better living, we needed some recognition
Like we needed better beats and we needed better equipment
I was sick of jacking other rappers' riddims
Sick because these local producers were giving these other rappers hits
And we didn’t get shit, I ain't dissin
We had the bars, but the beats are what we were missing
Thats when I first met Christian Beats, the kid was gifted
Like a machine when he got behind the keys
So I changed his name from Christian Beats to Piston Pete
Wrote a song called Dear Dad and that shit was deep
Without a decent studio, we was incomplete
We found this one place called IMP
Where we made our first CD
It was a four track EP
On the cover was a black and white picture of me
The front read Mr. E
We burnt a hundred copies and we hit the streets
Along with the name the rest is history
Had the youngers in Margate screaming class A, we can feel belief
Still we could feel the heat
In a blink of an eye we nearly killed the dream
My mandem were dodging pen, we had to move in silence
Not everyone in the manor used to like us
Living life with eyes shut, trouble right behind us
Nine Iron in the boot for any youth that piped up
Man were moving white, some moved to Brighton
I refused to write, you can lose your mind when
You move to my ends, everything went quiet
Nearly give up on rhyming, the love had expired
I got told that my mother was dying
I still don’t know if my brother was lying
Fuck it, I’m tired
It just ain’t working, i just ain’t writing
It's just an excuse and that just ain’t Righteous
If this is my purpose, give me a sign
Shit isn’t perfect, this is my life
Wishing is worthless, pick up the mic, Mic
Pick up the pad and to the only thing you’re good at
Or spending your whole life thinking about the life you could have
I did what was right, I couldn’t look back
I never looked left, I wrote a track called No More
And that's exactly what the hook said
Living in some fucked up ends, but we were good friends
We got over the beef and got older
18 years old when I wrote Yob Culture
Preparation was the only progression
That's what had us making five songs in one session
Mixed down and ready to put them out
Only problem, I just weren’t ready to put them out
My shows were always empty, there was never any crowd
All you had to do is turn up and look around
We need to find another way to get the message out
Lambs bought chas a 7D and we ain’t messing round
Yes, we ready now
Film don’t leave me in about 7 hours
Go on YouTube, check it out if you doubt us
We done came way too far to turn around 'cause
I'm in love with this music game
But some people in it do anything to get paid
Same ones with the ability to make a change
Won't do shit with it, because it ain’t their aim
We’ve paved the way, we’ve waited days and days
And still they never played us up on AKA
The channel needs something to replace the waste
They don’t embrace the UK the way they say they do
Wait, they’ll lose face, they’ll soon pray they played me
I paid my dues, I’ll soon say it's too late
Fuck you, YouTube I’m proving who’s who
Who’s real, who’s fake, roll film new day, I don’t know
Guess who came through for the fucking UK
Who?
Mic’s the name, I fly the flag, ignite the flame
A million man can feel my pain
Why you think i say its like a game
It's quite crazy, yeah peace to GrimeDaily
The first channel to ever play me
Dropped Runnin' like you could never race me
But this is one big race where we chase dreams
Everything isn’t the way that it may seem
I’m in the underground, thinking fuck the mainstream
I remember countless times, us harassing SB
No reply, eventually Jamal had to check me
Don’t to feel my freestyle shit was bout to get peak
I let my heart speak and my pen bleed
Camera in front of me, everything against me
35000 views in the next week
Fire in the Booth just proved no one could test me
Ask Semtex and Shaw how I dead guys
Shouts Ryan and Pea Pots for the website
The dedication in my team, is on some next hype
Trying to get by, we forever grinding
No sleep, pissed off, that's why i’m never smiling
Had to drop crack a smile, for some reminding
Freestyling in the booth as Preston plays
Thinking damn, that's the KamPain