Kampain

One, listen I’m in love with this music game I find it funny like You’ve Been Framed I was rapping when I was 14, but no one knew me though 16’s when I laid eyes on my first studio Believe me, I never slept that night I was on some "I gotta get back" vibe I gotta write 3 tracks a day and dead that mic Knowing the booth was out of use, I couldn’t let that slide The set up was at a spot where Alex Bredman lived But the equipment weren’t his, so he wouldn’t let us in Something told me, think on the spot, I had to tell a fib I told him that the owner said that I could get it in If I payed him a oner but brother I never did Because that brother turned out to be my brother, my brethren The one that got me out the gutter and kept me developing All we had is our beliefs, believe we would never quit Dreaming of better living, we needed some recognition Like we needed better beats and we needed better equipment I was sick of jacking other rappers' riddims Sick because these local producers were giving these other rappers hits And we didn’t get shit, I ain't dissin We had the bars, but the beats are what we were missing Thats when I first met Christian Beats, the kid was gifted Like a machine when he got behind the keys So I changed his name from Christian Beats to Piston Pete Wrote a song called Dear Dad and that shit was deep Without a decent studio, we was incomplete We found this one place called IMP Where we made our first CD It was a four track EP On the cover was a black and white picture of me The front read Mr. E We burnt a hundred copies and we hit the streets Along with the name the rest is history Had the youngers in Margate screaming class A, we can feel belief Still we could feel the heat In a blink of an eye we nearly killed the dream My mandem were dodging pen, we had to move in silence Not everyone in the manor used to like us Living life with eyes shut, trouble right behind us Nine Iron in the boot for any youth that piped up Man were moving white, some moved to Brighton I refused to write, you can lose your mind when You move to my ends, everything went quiet Nearly give up on rhyming, the love had expired I got told that my mother was dying I still don’t know if my brother was lying Fuck it, I’m tired It just ain’t working, i just ain’t writing It's just an excuse and that just ain’t Righteous If this is my purpose, give me a sign Shit isn’t perfect, this is my life Wishing is worthless, pick up the mic, Mic Pick up the pad and to the only thing you’re good at Or spending your whole life thinking about the life you could have I did what was right, I couldn’t look back I never looked left, I wrote a track called No More And that's exactly what the hook said Living in some fucked up ends, but we were good friends We got over the beef and got older 18 years old when I wrote Yob Culture Preparation was the only progression That's what had us making five songs in one session Mixed down and ready to put them out Only problem, I just weren’t ready to put them out My shows were always empty, there was never any crowd All you had to do is turn up and look around We need to find another way to get the message out Lambs bought chas a 7D and we ain’t messing round Yes, we ready now Film don’t leave me in about 7 hours Go on YouTube, check it out if you doubt us We done came way too far to turn around cause I'm in love with this music game But some people in it do anything to get paid Same ones with the ability to make a change Won't do shit with it, because it ain’t their aim We’ve paved the way, we’ve waited days and days And still they never played us up on AKA The channel needs something to replace the waste They don’t embrace the UK the way they say they do Wait, they’ll lose face, they’ll soon pray they played me I paid my dues, I’ll soon say it's too late Fuck you, YouTube I’m proving who’s who Who’s real, who’s fake, roll film new day, I don’t know Guess who came through for the fucking UK Who? Mic’s the name, I fly the flag, ignite the flame A million man can feel my pain Why you think i say its like a game It's quite crazy, yeah peace to GrimeDaily The first channel to ever play me Dropped Runnin' like you could never race me But this is one big race where we chase dreams Everything isn’t the way that it may seem I’m in the underground, thinking fuck the mainstream I remember countless times, us harassing SB No reply, eventually Jamal had to check me Don’t to feel my freestyle shit was bout to get peak I let my heart speak and my pen bleed Camera in front of me, everything against me 35000 views in the next week Fire in the Booth just proved no one could test me Ask Semtex and Shaw how I dead guys Shouts Ryan and Pea Pots for the website The dedication in my team, is on some next hype Trying to get by, we forever grinding No sleep, pissed off, that's why i’m never smiling Had to drop crack a smile, for some reminding Freestyling in the booth as Preston plays Thinking damn, that's the KamPain