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Ghetts

Justin Clarke (born 9 October 1984), better known by his stage name Ghetts (formerly Ghetto) is an English Grime rapper from Plaistow, East London with Caribbean roots from Jamaica and Grenada. His music has been played on national radio stations such as BBC Radio 1, Kiss 100, BBC Asian Network and BBC Radio 1Xtra. Currently, Ghetts is signed to independent record label Disrupt, and released his debut studio album, Rebel with a Cause, on 9 March 2014. Known for his hard hitting lyrics and intricate rhyme schemes, he is associated and has toured internationally with such acts as Kano and was a member of NASTY Crew. more »

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Past, present, future
Senior, baby, junior
You take the fire of the young, the power of now, the wisdom of the old
Combine all three and that's a recipe for winning
No point looking back
Saying I could've done this
Should've done that
That's valuable time being wasted in the present
And it's only in the present where the future can be molded
The reoccurring question is
What would I have told myself ten years ago?
Focus
You know the O was replaced by an S
There ain't a broken home I don't represent
Still misunderstood
Still conflicted
How many times have I looked at the man in the mirror and had to convince him
Be brave, be different
Just be you, and be consistent

Umnqundu wamapolisa sana
Ndithe umnqundu wamapolisa

(Are you ready?)

Yo, what's wrong with these neeks?
Man can't tell me about these streets
Man never grew up near no damn beach
Mans got shooters from Mozambique
Shoot off nose and beak
So you lot roll in peace
But if you gotta somethin' to say
Do not hold in please
They' say death comes in twa
So I do not roll in threes
Are you lot dying to piss?
'Cause you look like your holding piece
Pull up, pull up stolen Jeep
Hood up, hood up phone the police
Push up your bolt and bleed
I heard they cook up the coke and leave
Mans going in there now
I'm just up the road indeed
I, I swear I search everywhere
Like I'm looking for phone and keys
Knife in the wind, poke and breeze
Wish your girl never saw that
Poor Candice
Four man deep
One felt froggy they saw man leap
Run tell Donnie and crawl back week
All that week, ooh that's weak
Hole in your brain
You ain't gotta thought that deep
Man think I'm missing the drop
What? I caught the clean

I don't know bro
I don't know, speak the streets bro
Only way dawg
Cops don't know, pay the streets dough
Sell some real green dope
Sell some real green dope
Make some real mean dough
Make some real mean dough

I don't know bro
I don't know, speak the streets bro
Only way dawg
Cops don't know, pay the streets dough
Sell some real green dope
Sell some real green dope
Make some real mean dough
Make some real mean dough

What's wrong with these man?
Can't tell me about twenty-eight gram
Grew up on curry and rice not ham
Man I got shooters from Pakistan
Shoot shoot off after your fam
Rooftop like Taliban
So let me give you lot some advice
And stop stunting like Jackie Chan
Yeah, they say you are what you eat
And I still ain't been Hakkasan
And ask them who started the beef?
I ain't slid 'round yet, that's a plan
Roll up, stolen Mangane
Whole lotta smoke for your gang
Folding notes in my hand
Yeah, I told him phone me up when it lands
Yeah, this beef's kobe cut from Japan
Whole leap of cuts on my hand
You can put me in the World Cup final
And I'll throw headbutts like Zidane
No if's, but's I'm the man
Toolbox loading the van
Fam, all of this bullshit just 'cause he owed him a grand
Come through, twenty man deep
Silence, can't hear any man speak
Nightmares, can't get any more sleep
Forget those who got buried last week?
I keep things sweet
On my table I let every man eat
And I wish I has a girl who would let a man cheat

I don't know bro
I don't know, speak the streets bro
Only way dawg
Cops don't know, pay the streets dough
Sell some real green dope
Sell some real green dope
Make some real mean dough
Make some real mean dough

I don't know bro
I don't know, speak the streets bro
Only way dawg
Cops don't know, pay the streets dough
Sell some real green dope
Sell some real green dope
Make some real mean dough
Make some real mean dough

Yo, I'm in Birmingham
Mina I'm from South Africa, hey Mandela
Lomfana fun'ivisa ungqhelikaka
And'na xesha lama simba wodwa
Ndizomshiya
Ndizomshiy' ephansi
Kakade naleya ncanca iyasindwa yodwa
Iballs, zinzima

Stared in the face of death
Mandem told me I'm stupid
So many years of breath
Only been shot by Cupid
Can't tell man about, kuff, cuff, queff
You only hear them tings in music
'Round here you can take a wrong left
Victim of a shooting
What can they tell me about chef
Like I ain't made food out of human?
Like man ain't looked in my grill
And I ain't had to barbeque dem
What can they tell man about crack?
Ask Danny and Susan
What can they tell man about trap
Like I weren't trapped in this foolish illusion?
Feds never had no evi'
My man still got twenty
They never found no body
They don't know where it's buried
Bad boys from the UK, we don't drive no Chevys
Can't call a foreign a foreign unless it's a 'Rari like Ballotelli's

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