[Intro: Ghetts]
Yeah
I woke up one morning
Tweeted like I'm writing bars, it was like 7:30
8 o'clock in the morning
Wiley tweeted back like, "rah, let me link you up, I'm gonna show you the levels today"
Dot Rotten just happens to be looking in
And then we got busy with this
Can't show me nothing
[Hook: Dot Rotten]
Oh lord, we are true veterans
If you can't stand up to us, you better run
Boy, you can bring whoever come
It don't matter, it ain't me who's getting spun
[Verse 1: Dot Rotten]
Over an MC's grave I'll skank and laugh
And look at em all like "nah, they can't stand a chance"
I think I'm one of the best, hand to heart
Nonetheless I'm coming to dead man for ras
Dragon spit, they all know where the fire is
Cause I studied my craft, what a boss I is
I am sickening, I need exam to pass
Flying kicks all up in your head, Cantona
Are they on top? No, they're long-lost souls
Soul reaper, I bring out the Zanpakutō
I've got a nonstop flow, and my fans are saying that I'm C4
How has this bomb not blown?
Guess it ain't that time, well ASAP I'm
Gonna be a star, my swagger is Maybach grime
Bet your whole crew aware of the stay back lines
If I hear my name being said then it's payback time
[Hook: Dot Rotten]
Oh lord, we are true veterans
If you can't stand up to us, you better run
Boy, you can bring whoever come
It don't matter, it ain't me who's getting spun
[Verse 2: Wiley]
I hear you don, but I ain't near you, don
I've got the lyrics that'll scare you, don
Dududada dada, I don't fear you, don
Cause I can win it in a minute, I will tear you, don
Fans hear this and they're gonna air you, dons
Brave spitters, but me, I've been here for long
I can show a couple riddims I was rering on
You ever had a grime chair? Now your chairs are gone, wrong
I battle, plus lead the cattle
Your cage rattles when I crunch or tackle
This competition, blud, are you ready?
I'm gonna whizz the track with no castle
My flow travels, the truth unravels
I may as well stand in the booth with a camel
The way the game's going, I can't believe it
So I'm back to the start, I battle
[Hook: Dot Rotten]
Oh lord, we are true veterans
If you can't stand up to us, you better run
Boy, you can bring whoever come
It don't matter, it ain't me who's getting spun
[Verse 3: Ghetts]
Rain on your parade, aiming a grenade
Wait! I'm way too great to be delayed
Hell yeah, I wanna swing
And I don't mean a place kids play in the estate
Be honest, your favourite MC don't want it
When I'm on it, everybody's getting bodied, I promise
I'm going on like I can never be demolished
The game's like my wallet cause I've got it in my pocket, stop it
You're out of your depth
You should learn how to confess
Mic in my hand, I never lie to my fans
If I weren't this fucked, I wanna shout "I'm the best"
And I'll shout that without a doubt in my head
Soundclash? I've had a thousand of them
Brutal's around like I've got an unusual sound
That I lost but I found it again
[Bridge: Dot Rotten]
Oh lord, we are true veterans
If you can't stand up to us, you better run
[Hook: Dot Rotten]
Oh lord, we are true veterans
If you can't stand up to us, you better run
Boy, you can bring whoever come
It don't matter, it ain't me who's getting spun
Oh lord, we are true veterans
If you can't stand up to us, you better run
Boy, you can bring whoever come
It don't matter, it ain't me who's getting spun
[Outro: Ghetts]
Hold tight G. Tank
On the product, yeah that one
Yeah
It's a riddim still
Next song we're gonna get into old school Ghetts
