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Ghetts – IC3 Lyrics

IC3 Lyrics By Ghetts | feat Skepta

All black attire
Draw back and fire
My n*gga dem ride out
Horse back for hire
Full clip in the drive
I ain’t talking Richard
But I’m talking prior
What you know about death and bury
What you know about press and semi (Huh)
What you know about (Greaze)
What you know about Ghetts and Skeppy

Go on the, Yeah
I feel like I’m born again
Me and Ghetts on the track and it’s feeling like the rooftop all again
Yeah we’re firing that corn again
Get the toe tags and the body bags in
Soon as the told me about the power that came with the black skin
Unlocked it then I tapped in
Alchemist when I feel the pressure I make diamonds
I cannot stop getting the racks in

Who would have thought back then we’d be some powerful black men
Back when, we was in estates I was trapped in, trapping
Y’all know how it’s impacted us
Can’t block a n*gga when flats are us
Abandoned flats where the mandem trap
I took a few L’s in my Champion hat
Came back like a champion and landed jabs while being branded black

African man you see the jewels on my neck
Class of Deja, went school with the best
When I fire my lyrics you know I shoot for the chest and the head
Eyes roll back better check if he’s dead
I cannot act for the image
I’m in the motherland putting racks in the village
What you talking ‘bout Willis
Ever see me on the iPhone better know that im talking ‘bout b’iness

Don’t tell me go back where I came from
When the Queen sits there in stolen jewels
Cool. I go back with a chain on
I light up the place like Akon
I got a bullet with your name on
Bloodstains and a pavement you played on
You think I give a f*ck about a loose screw
My brudda, my whole brain’s gone

Look in the mirror
I see king, I see me
I see who, I see what, IC3
Look in the mirror
I see king, I see me
I see what, I see who, IC3

xPlease don’t talk about numbers
I don’t wanna hear what he did
Talk about me, you’re talking undefeated
Talk about SK, G, H – no introduction needed
The Queen offered me the MBE
I said no and I raised my fist
I went home got my chieftaincy now I’m back on the strip
Police stop me in the street they wanna take a pic

There’s only one Ghetts and there’s only one Skepta
Blood of a king so I name my son Emperor
You see right now I’m on a mad one
I need red rooms for the whole month pepstar

how can they say I don’t want no smoke
Like man don’t know I am the drug tester
The young mad boy, old n*ggas love lecture
Diamond under pressure

Them man are playing question time
Talking about – Who’s next in line
Who da best in grime
All we wanna know is who gonna stand the test of time
Labels on the phone and I had to press decline
With a heart like mine
How could I quit, bought a crib out of the bits
Mumzy proud of the kids
Didn’t wanna play us on the radio, we took the ting worldwide
Now I’m on a piss

I’m a serial cheat
I got too many exes
Don’t know how long I been dumping
Where was you when that Boy Better Know and that movement
Hear right now man are wondering
Some of you ni*ggas needs humbling
I got drink that needs pouring
Got weed that needs crumbling
Got gyal asking my real name
My mum don’t even call me Justin

Look in the mirror
I see king, I see me
I see who, I see what, IC3
Look in the mirror
I see king, I see me
I see what, I see who, IC3

Go on then, Go on then, Go on then
Draw for the chette
Bullets start dropping down like confetti
Won’t bring a strap if the beef is petty
Nar rudeboy I just draw for the chette
Make your belly look like a bowl of spaghetti
Leave your lip buss and your forehead sweaty
I make you wish you never drawed the machette
Go on then
You think your ready