Original Real Talk - Dot Rotten

What tune are we doing right now?

We’re doing-

'What did he say?'

OG style, get me

Remix for them

Let them know wagwarn

Still got write mine- look

It’s Ghetto, I’m writing on an envelope

Like Eminem-style, you know like that

But it’s real

Some ideas

(bare sound stuff happens innit)

Alright for anyone that don’t know

We haven’t got no engineers, y’get me

We haven’t got no engineers, it’s just me, y’get me

Like that, it’s very Rotten

Alright it’s done

You hear it, yeah?

Whoa

Aight roll through

(Brigade)

Like

Real talk

I just gotta say it how it is

If guys wanna clash me after this

I couldn’t care less innit

This is just how it goes

You man tried to abuse me

Use me

For my beats and slew me

For my tunes, all your morals went looney

I opened up the scene for you man

I directed and starred in your crew, B

But it’s cool, N.E.

told me just check up on honey and fam, fuck the crew,

and that’s the true speech

Over a decade of streaming money and Spotify wages never came to me

'Cause SRD ran with whole bag total, this is where it gets juicy

You dissed it I know, Mr. Tyrone Rowe, you owe Mela more than a few Gs

If I did man for damages, man panicking couldn’t handle it and want to sue me

How many times did a artist not get signed 'cause they told Semtex that they

know Dot Rotten?

How many times did a ANR have a smash hit but tell the artist it’s not dropping?

Got eyes and ears in these industry offices

Heard what you said, don’t think I’m not watching

Drugs that you buy for the staff on a Fridays

Class A tings don’t think I ain’t locked in

Booking agents be telling artists that the fees one thing when they know it’s

another

Handle the books yourselves, after 5 shows that’s one house, new road for your

mother

All of these platforms be asking for fees to upload when they get paid on the

back-end

No contracts have been signed, and that content is mine, «Oi guys,

why ain’t I been patterned?»

Whole load of sharks in the game, if you look at the business in details then

you’ll start chattin'

Whole load of AdSense wages are owed;

«You made it I know, who gained from your

rapping?»

I spit bars and they’re taking offence at the truth don’t hate that I say it

happened

I don’t give a P for the money I’ll make the wap blacker at boys

Im a fatal assassin

No one cares when your quiet but they’re involved when your breaking the

silence (Wiley)

Everyone cares when your popping but they talk wass when your quietly bossin'

(Tinie)

Raps a religion I shouldn’t talk but these rappers been snitchin'

Warned Cashh, warned fans, but they lacked, didn’t listen

They sent man J. A now he’s back and he’s different

Eyes don’t spy unless I’ve been gripping, pocket rocket lifting your leaving

the world

Wanna stop me from eating I need a good burger but I won’t go check Keenan and

kel

Kermit with tea no orange soda, encrypted phone mans not on voda

Snitch bossin' up in a shop from dotting, no saaa

I’ll cop out but you’ll bring the cop in closer

Ah, wait

Bare niggas serving time

Sitting inside cause another man snitched

Or jumped in the booth with disturbing lines

It was this one, that one, that one, that chinged up this one and the officers

heard it live

Your music is a statement why you gotta tell the whole world that you’ve been

murdering guys

You ain’t been jail then your serving lies

Someone tell Drill minister «Gash by the hour» still makes me squirm inside

Tell Commando stop scratching Juno the way that your acting your dirty sly

Big canal (Can I’ll) make you run Surrey (Sorry) on road exposure time in South

Bermondsey (Bare Man see)

I won’t let shit go under the bridge like Joe’s cafe these brudda’s sold bare

man dreams

I can’t deal with failed rappers that think that they’re businessmen «Did you hear that g?»

Send me a dub I’ll take 2 years for a come back just cause I didn’t care that

week

YIKES!

Home pussy good but its hoe life for my whole life

So i’ll share that freak

Mans tryna fling on the condom and give her the long one

But she wants bareback g

I got too much shit too talk about

How many artists charting came up on a dot beat now lets sort it out

Want viral freestyles ill call them out

Monster work rate, my CV’s ugly I know

Aitch on Petrol Bomb

Stormzy, Rowdy Riddim

Hard times instrumental with Bugzy Malone

Wiley

JME

Skepta

J Clarke

Made beats for them when I was a younger on road

Man got a placement with Birdman and never got paid but the clout was enough to

get dough

How many MCs dissected mixtapes I made and learned the way to run with the flow

Dots back and I’m done with the humble approach

If I send shots at you, your mums gonna know

Real talk I advise you to run from the smoke

Yo

For my hard drive I’d kill

If it ain’t 140% I can’t sign the deal

Yes, I paved the way but I need mine so good mum’s like «Fine I can’t write a

will»

Niggas say I’m a GOAT you can love it or hate it but face it my bars are

Marmite for real

Came up on the bricky streets before these silly beef tulse and a town passed

by the fields

That rage in my soul bleeds

I escaped from a chamber I got locked away I was raising the danger

Zeph had me cuffed, prisoned up in a place but I broke free

All of that time it was torture but showed me I walk with the Force taught by

Kenobi

I got a daughter I don’t see I pray when I go sleep that my BM’s learned to

change, the control freak

Tell the labels that I want mil’s on the plate, mate, I’m after crazy collateral

Big crib, water fountains as the whip, dips, butler, mistress, and a cage for

the animals

Cinema, pool, five-star chef in the kitchen, studio for mixing and wait there’s

a bag of rooms

Walk-in wardrobe, Jacuzzi, safe encrypted, master bedroom for babes;

I’ve been planning too

Big dreams from a kid, OT at 15 bando with fiends making paper but damn it all

Road or spit I was blessed by producing in Overcliff my words vaguely irrational

If R.I.P.

I’m Dot is a classic tell Tyrone Rowe he should pay me mechanicals

I’m trying to move forward but my universe is so backwards that even JME’s a

cannibal

AHHH

It was never get down lay down big mash full of teeth when we walked in man got

down

Started the wave put base to a man and blast in his face cause I came here to

shock-town

Gun clapping OG walked round toured town done Paris, cozy

Take shots gun range or cam, posey

Dot’s back, Young DOT vibe BLAM!

hold 3

(Ba ba bow!)

You thought I’d fall you fool no thoughts I fought the force of rivals

Lit up the landscape, Eiffel, came for the food cruel;

healthy, Ital, iight cool

Chat bad, 6 foot in your face, I ain’t tall

Drilling with no killings you ride with iight tools

Young chain snatcher for the food, I ate jewels

Did hoe life in Holland, straight, I ain’t Jools

I been makin' them slappers but not in grime

I do pioneering shit you’re not in line

I’m still out on the block with the niggas with the Glock my guy MIST got

kettle that’s stopping time

No capping please

When them man rap I just hear backing beats

I bang steel like Paul it gets gang-ish G

I’m your dad talk back get wooden spoon

GG Grime God Dot’s lookin' new