My Sperm - Ghetts

So, we’re doing it real big right now

You know what I’m talking about

But do you find everybody-

Well these are people that are really putting joints out

Sounds like Ghetto (No)

Everyone

(Yeah, I’m saying it’s like-) everyone

(Nah, I’m saying-) UK sounds like Ghetts

(Yeah, because what-)

Always a Ghetts wannabe

A Ghetts- soundalike, a mini Ghetts

What is that, Ghetts?

(Parring a lot of guys)

Have you got a lot of children out there or something?

(No, haha, I don’t know, DNA’s running wild)

Nowadays, every MCs got me in 'em

Not one, not two, not three of them

Looks like an army of me when I’m seeing them

Can’t be G but it’s G in them

There must be a place where MCs get my DNA

And I ain’t never heard «thanks»

2000 & Life was a sperm bank

I gave you flows, ideas and more

How could you think that I fear the war?

I was technical light years before

Last year, man said I’m overly lyrical

Now, they wanna try and multi with syllables

Going on like my ideas are yours

When I was on Déjà, right near the door

I was every MC’s worst nightmare

Now man are going on like they don’t know the scores

Oh my lord

G-H, I be so hardcore

Raw, send a soundboy to the morgue

I only war when I’m bored

Or when I got a CD going in stores

I was on tour, 2004

When I came back, you know the rest got ignored

I gave a lot of artists life, my sperm

I’m the mastermind behind a lot of guys, my sperm

I gave a lot of artists life, my sperm

I’m the mastermind behind a lot of guys, it’s my turn

If you think you heard my style

You ain’t because I’m versatile

Even if you found the blueprint, you couldn’t search the files

MCs are copying me

Nobody’s stopping them, see

Flows, I got a lot of them

Them man are thieves

Oi, sound alike

Something ain’t sounding right

Sounds like a sound of mine

But the fans ain’t clock because I left that sound behind

They’re trying to find their self but all you found is I

And you ain’t even around the guy

Let me know when your album’s priced

I’m getting a

I know you ain’t got no lyrics

That don’t sound like I ghost writ it

My wordplay and my flow, riddim

My swagger on the stage, my whole image

There’s no limit

If you’re identical, not sensible

I’ll end it all

G-H, the real G-H

Which means I be what none of these ain’t

If you wanna use something I’ve create

Best thing to do, tell me straight

You can burrow it

Taste it but don’t swallow it

For Pete’s sake

You man still repeat 8s

It’s gonna be obvious if you’re using my style

I’m abusing my child

I gave a lot of artists life, my sperm

I’m the mastermind behind a lot of guys, my sperm

I gave a lot of artists life, my sperm

I’m the mastermind behind a lot of guys, it’s my turn

If you think you heard my style

You ain’t because I’m versatile

Even if you found the blueprint, you couldn’t search the files

MCs are copying me

Nobody’s stopping them, see

Flows, I got a lot of them

Them man are thieves

Who’s saying I’m celibate?

I got so many kids in this game I might start claiming benefits

A lot of them are still bottle-fed

I feed them when I’m squeezing

I don’t wanna keep on reading

But I’m releasing that potent semen

It’s the season

Twins, triplets even

Quadruplets, I do this

Meaning, when it comes to music I’m achieving

Imitations, the best form of flattery, keep patting me

When my sperm wanna battle me

I be like, «son, go to your room», reality check

Check reality

Don’t be mad at me

Hahaha

Some used to say I sound like Kane

Until I found my way

I don’t agree with them

The other day, I got given a tape from back then

Me, Kane over MAC-10

And that’s when I realised, you can easily tell the difference

No one carried me

We’re both fucked, that’s the only similarity

I gave a lot of artists life, my sperm

I’m the mastermind behind a lot of guys, my sperm

I gave a lot of artists life, my sperm

I’m the mastermind behind a lot of guys, it’s my turn

If you think you heard my style

You ain’t because I’m versatile

Even if you found the blueprint, you couldn’t search the files

MCs are copying me

Nobody’s stopping them, see

Flows, I got a lot of them

Them man are thieves

Them man are thieves

Them man are thieves

It feels- it feels like my sperm

Too many ladies, you know

(Not even my yout, you’re my sperm)

Yeah

You’re right

If you’re 10 o’clock, then we do apologise

You dun know

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