Redemption - Ghetts

Today should’ve been a good day

But ya boy missed, never had a good game

And if I wasn’t metaphorically speaking

Chances are I could all blame a foot sprain

Fuck an excuse though, I’m still the numero uno

You know, Mayweather for these Chris Eubanks and Brunos

New spitters ain’t better, but nowadays just being new is a loophole

When it comes to words, I’ve got a masters in Scrabble

It’s like Columbo playing Cluedo

Plus the new flow, nouveaux

Crystal clear, and I’m a boss like you know

What’s the name again?

Hugo

Had a little mainstream light this year

Still I’m underground, I’m getting tube home

People looking at me like say man a terrorist

Cuh this kind of beard could snap a fine toothcomb

My, I be Rudolph

I just might reindeer on a few folks

Tell a nigga lay there, don’t move, no

Freestyling on the pavement

Trade pound for the Pagans

Bitch slaps, gift wrap

Kidnapped, tryna break out of the basement

They’re saying that you got a chain round without a blade in

I find all of you fake clowns entertaining

Your mothers ain’t proud of you wastemen

Big man bruddas ain’t loud when I face em

I contact

I like combat

Who’s been sipping the badman juice?

I know a few niggas who’ve died from that

Haters, man are doing well

And I’m hearing everything besides congrats

They don’t wanna see a nigga like me

Getting this money and sign contracts

Fuck it, I’ve already got a metaphor like this

But I’m killing this mic, I’m like Conrad

Tell that girl «bill a spliff for me»

And tell my man «pass the Cognac»

Celebration

Hard work pays off

I define dedication

Look at my CV

Check my reputation

I’m probably overreacting

But today was devastating

Now I’ve gotta come back harder

It’s all about elevation

How you mean, ease up?

(Blud, are you mad?)

How you think Wiley survived for generations?

Perseverance

Preparation

There’s only a few that are bust

Who are still penetrating

The rappers rap but the MCs MC

The one everybody rates but they never say it in public

Fuck it, my nigga, it ain’t nothing

Everybody in the industry pushing the same button

Overlooking Ghetto, looking for something that ain’t coming

Hammering the only MC that they ain’t touching

Niggas doubted and doubted and now they wanna eat with me but

I ain’t even putting my food in the same oven

Everybody knows J’s stubborn

Sam Cooke said that a change soon come

Sorry Sam, I can’t see a change coming

Game in the game, gunning anybody in my way

You see the way I got anybody in my way running?

Moment of silence for that flow, you know

That’s enough, no delay, burning

Every time I squeeze, I hit the target like I’m meant to

All I heard was «holy shit, he’s bleeding from his temple»

I don’t wanna roll with this but nigga, it’s essential

He came out the pen, I filled his head full of pencil

Mental

Not every day 110%, you know

Sometimes 80, 75

Realise you’re human

Come back and give it to them