Jordan (UK)
Risk It All (Remix)
[Intro]
(Mikey Joe made this)

[Chorus: Jordan]
And fuck rap, risk it all for my brother
And fuck rap, risk it all for my brother
And free Kane, went to war for my brother
And if I die, give it all to my mother
Little Hulton, I was born in the gutter
My mum's schizophrenic, course I'm a nutter
Behind them walls, man we all had to suffer
And in jail I went to war with my cutter

[Verse 1: Jordan]
Think I changed my life, you don't know mine
Just after my fire in the booth, I tried to smoke guys
Do or dies, I ain't stopping at no lights
Ask [?], bro's seen it with his own eyes
Ran at us with straps, I whipped out, blown mine
July, 21, strapped up most nights
Fuck rappers, bro they ain't got no stripes
Most my friends killers and that's no liеs
Half seven door cracked, cuffеd up, bags packed
Seen guys die off knife attacks
Seen fiends die off spice attacks
Body popping on the landing like Michael Jacks
Took his last breath then the guy collapsed
I watched the screws just stand by and laugh
Shit sent shivers down my spine and back
I get flashback visions locked inside my pad
[Verse 2: Ay T]
My mum struggled with two crazy sons
It was ag, burts, boot offs and blazing guns
Taking funds, tied up at his baby mums
There's no rules to this shit cause' we was raised in slums
It's crazy and we was doing robberies daily
I treat you like my own so how the fuck could you snake me?
We used to do all nighters top and tailing
Now anytime I see him I'm trying to fucking blaze him
Ah, trust you don't know about pain
I had to deal with that shit in the coldest ways
Anytime that I stepped, my mum hoped and prayed
That her son made it home and didn't get blown away
So when it's war time brother man'll roll for days
Tryna smoke an Opp fast and put holes in brains
I get the job done and that's no complaints
Moving rags in a Hypo with some stolen plates

[Verse 3: C3six]
I held my brother in my arms
Told me tell his mum he love her
Wrong place, wrong time
Had to watch your brother suffer
Remember every mutter when he took his last breath
Blood stains on my jumper and the pain I don't forget
Too many laid to rest
Under pressure and I'm stressed
I was raised in north west
Liverpool, I stay blessed
Pricks lying, kids dying
Got me thinking who's next
Bullets flying, mother crying
That's an unprovoked death
That's why I'm smoking to my chest
Cause' the feeling never left
When I seen my brother bleeding for no reason I was vexed
Man I risk my freedom, if you ever try step then I'm really gonna squeeze it when I put it to the test
I couldn't leave him, couldn't put this shit to rest
Said I really risk my freedom for my brother, no less
Said I'm really gonna squeeze it when I put it to the test
Couldn't leave my brother bleeding, and my brother never left
[Verse 4: Tal Greazy]
Fuck rap, go to war for my brother
Copped a .38 cause' I was born in the gutter
Hard times, yeah we all had to suffer
Now I get bread and I spread it with the butter
Spread it with my n***as, still pressing on triggers
Running in traps, pushing-pushing them packs
More times I got it on me cause' I can't afford to lack
Amount of times I let it slap, this ain't no rap cap
Sometimes I think fuck rap
Grab my ting and I really go and clutch that
I've ran in nough' traps
They phone my phone and they never get no grub back
It's just the hood, cause I'm really a good lad
But I gotta feed the fam
Them boys are liars, I call them man Peter Pan
My young G's got it on him and he'll squeeze for man
No holiday but you might feel a tan

[Chorus: Jordan]
And fuck rap, risk it all for my brother
And fuck rap, risk it all for my brother
And free Kane, went to war for my brother
And if I die, give it all to my mother
Little Hulton, I was born in the gutter
My mum's schizophrenic, course I'm a nutter
Behind them walls, man we all had to suffer
And in jail I went to war with my cutter
[Verse 5: Benny Banks]
Been there and done that, I still got the t-shirt
Just a mile in my shoes will make your little feet hurt
Life like a movie, I ain't get to rehearse
Hungry and I'm eating until my crooked teeth hurt
My little brother caught life before he got to live it
Now he's twice my size, posted up in prison
I just feel ashamed that I ain't been to visit
But I still know he listens, hope he know I miss him
Hating ass brothers, how you find the time?
Ride or die, straight up, I ride for life
Still ain't got no nine to five, I'm still on a grind for mine
But before I found the bag, I had to find my mind
I write a sixteen on my toilet shitting
I ain't never bust a gun or ever been to prison
Benny stand out, I don't need to fit in
I just came to cut a cheque, then I'm going missing

[Verse 6: K Don]
Do it mask on or mask off
Million pound dreams in this bando
Turn this nine into crack rocks
All I know is jugging, spinners
Dingers and black Glocks
Straight up out the trenches
They only know me cause' of rap songs
I rap dons, we crash Opps on that ring road
Get the smack gone, owe it all to this sim and phone
Swear I give it all, give it all when my n***as home
On site war, lick a pussy on the main road
Jail-house living, tin of tuna and my bowl of oats
If you're running reckless on these streets you gotta keep a pole
Scalad want me locked and Opps wanna take my soul
So we're in the bando, we're jugging
So I sleep, rain or snow
Stood up on that corner as a youngen, I didn't wanna go home
Stood up in that cemetery all morning, I don't wanna go home
RIP my brothers in the ground, for you I'll let it go
Stuck up in this cycle, this shit's like a merry go

[Verse 7: Louis Rei]
I risk it all for my brother, fuck rap
I still love my baby mother, no cap
I'm from the city where the skinny n***as ride
And that .45 kicking like that n***a Mbapp'
I'm a problem, you don't even want that
Only link with the bosses who got their cities on smash
Yeah, I had that style and pattern
But I'm mixed race, my white size style and panash
Yeah, blud you bleed, how can I be frightened of man?
Can't violate us, too violent for that
Real life goals, got strikers for that
I walk that thin line between nice and attack
I'm just chillin' like a villain but I'm vibing and that
But if you take it there, it's right back to that

[Verse 8: Meany]
About you trapping from a bando, what a bag of lies
You ain't really on shit, you just rap like Yiannimize
The pen is mightier than the sword
I put a Biro through your eyeball
As you hold a pair of Samurai's
Stop thinking that them man are wise
And analyse how they ain't even living what they glamorise
So what you telling me?
I put money on your head but they'll clap you voluntarily
Did your sket mention I can get you white, brown, cream, green
Fuck the plug, I'm basically an extension
Glad I never took that Encro off of your bredrin
Cause' I'd be sitting on the wing like a jet's engine
Tell them boys they don't want to write a bar for me
They'll end up in boots and I ain't talking 'bout the pharmacy
Cause' if I go to jail and you die
We'll both end up as an article on Scarcity

[Chorus: Jordan]
And fuck rap, risk it all for my brother
And fuck rap, risk it all for my brother
And free Kane, went to war for my brother
And if I die, give it all to my mother
Little Hulton, I was born in the gutter
My mum's schizophrenic, course I'm a nutter
Behind them walls, man we all had to suffer
And in jail I went to war with my cutter

[Verse 9: Mic Righteous]
Yeah fuck rap bro
I'm back, only chat to the scumbags
Daddy done smack, should have stayed in his nutsack
Had a psychopathic mother and she made me a punch bag, mad
As dark as it seems, it's part of the reason I bark like a demon
And half of the scene ain't got half of the skill
So it's hard to perceive it cause' half of you artists aren't even killers
I'm calm when I speak but scream when I'm barring
And even when I'm barking I mean it
Pardon my genius
When they ask you who the hardest is, the answer is me
You can hate me, you can slate me but you can't disagree
I got a couple of knuckle dusters, you can argue with these
Ten years deep, still starving like I'm fasting for Eid
I'm still a cunt, guess you are what you eat
Heart on my sleeve, I'll never need a marketing team
The game will never be the same again after I leave

[Verse 10: Nubreed]
No dad, no brother, just Steven
No gas, just mother in pieces
No cash, just suffering creatures
Nothing but scraps in the cupboards and freezers
This gaff, just nutters and beatings
Flashbacks, times when I couldn't see Jesus
Run it up deeper
Only pain in the track and that's what you call blood in these speakers
Claret on the walls and the carpet
House looking like Arkham Asylum
Screams from the halls in the darkness
Suttin' like parts of The Shining
Raised in the madness, games in the sand pits
And legs on the canting
And grazes and grafting
All change, but my faith stays active
Risking it all for the cross and the captives

[Chorus: Jordan]
And fuck rap, risk it all for my brother
And fuck rap, risk it all for my brother
And free Kane, went to war for my brother
And if I die, give it all to my mother
Little Hulton, I was born in the gutter
My mum's schizophrenic, course I'm a nutter
Behind them walls, man we all had to suffer
And in jail I went to war with my cutter