Revenge Letra - Skepta

I'm a half-Yorùbá, half-Igbo man, so way before Abraham, peace be upon him

My tribe were eatin' deep in the forest, this ain't the shit they'll teach you in college

I know it's my strong sense of identity is why they find it hard to stand next to me

Cah without the jewellery, the cars, and the clothes, I'm still that nigga, respectfully

And that's how it's always been

Ever since I was a teen, like Martin, I had a dream

To be the first guy from the North side in the RWD Magazine

'Cause I'm not an MC, I'm a locksmith, I spit bars and I open doors

And I don't want a "Thank you" from a young G, it's your world, nigga, have it, it's yours

Usually, I don't speak in public, but I got a lot to say

I been in denial, but not today

It was 2008 when I lost my way

I remember when I was rollin' deep, then Wiley gave me the "Rolex" beat

I should've said, "No, thank you, don't need to make pop money to see my Rolex sweep"

Still, I can't blame anyone

I was a big man past the age of twenty-one

I fucked up the greatest run, underdog psychosis had me hatin' everyone

Homeless, livin' in my head all day, livin' my life in a revengeful way

How much LSD can I take (You know what I mean?)

To make the time— (How about school, and like)

Disappear (You face—)

And go away? (To face reality, you know what I mean?)

You face reality

Like, all that shit they was tryna teach me in school was fucking bullshit, man

I'm out here, I'm out here, E=mc²

I know—

I wish that I knew what I know now when I was younger

I don't think I would've had social media

Or a phone number, I woulda had a different structure

See, survivor's guilt leads to trauma bondin', that's how the ship goes under

I let myself down, tryna please everyone else, I was losin' my hunger

Left it all behind, then I dropped Blacklisted, and I was one step closer

Instead of coverin' American beats, we gon' need to go out there to win them over

I heard Virgil's playin' "German Whip", so Fashion Week, I was there on the strip

Waited outside the club for an hour, fuck Skepta, I was there in the mix

Had an epiphany standin' in the queue

At that point, I knew exactly what to do

I looked over there, I see a guy with spiky hair

Had a chat with a random girl (So nice to meet you)

She had silver nails to match the silver flares, nobody judge, nobody cares (Haha)

So who am I?

Oh, yeah, I'm the tracksuit guy

Soon as I got back to London, I got back to grime

Made the "That's Not Me" beat, hit Jme like, "Yo, it's action time"

Yeah, I'm in America, borrowin' money off Critical, man, I gotta big up my soldier

Where would I be if BWP never 'lowed me to sleep on the sofa?

Toured the world off three singles, then I came back home with a chip on my shoulder

Every day, it was shades and grills, my time, now it's time to take over

Look at my face at the Mercury, knowin' that should've been me way before thirty

Why do I need anyone's certification when I'm already certi'?

BBK had the blueprint early, how many years have my crew been certi'?

There was no more time to waste, man, I had to cut everyone off, and it hurt me

419, yeah, we cracked the code, and any time I want, I get back in that mode

'Cause nobody cares about your old-school hits, them plaques, they're gatherin' mould

You know anything I touch turns to gold, so I'm tryna get the album packaged and sold

They think it's funny, I think I'm a Top Boy, haha, that's a joke that will never get old

And that's why, that's why these people love listenin' to, you know, the rap music and stuff (Greaze)

Because a lot of people would say, "Ah, it's the rap that influences what's happenin'," but it's not (Ice)

It's what's happenin' that influences the raps (Brrt, brrt)

Because if we weren't goin' through it

We wouldn't be rappin' about it

And it's like, that's why these people out here are listenin' to this rap music, because they finally feel that there's someone out there that relates to them