Make It Hot Letra

Raise your hands, your in my grip

It's been a long time overdue
But that's cool mumma never raised no fool
And the most high gave me the tools
I was born with the heart and balls
I get busy, my work rates underrated
They forgot maybe I'm part to blame
I held back never did I run out of bars
I stayed strapped I use the mic like a weapon that's fact
I tell these mc's now I'll put hammers on tops like a west ham badge, Artilla is back and I'm spitting like two mac's back to back
I say what I want move how I want damn near do what I like
I tell em like a clue ad-lib that it's lit when I touch this mic

Every time we turn up in the place we make it rock
They think we're fucking Aerosmith unfortunately we're not
All I need's a stage to bring the flames and make it hot
Let me give em what the people want
Can't stop in the beat I'm lost

Let me tighten it
And make em all flip from the left to the right in this until there's nowhere safe inside for the tiniest kid
It's too hype and shit
It weren't like that though,
Two double o, four oh yeah I've been booed at shows and wanted the world to swallow me whole
What a life I've lived
Now I gain a reaction way much more than a fraction when I turn up for the action
Focus level this head on my shoulders then tune in to attack them
Hope it's gunna be another good night with the boys on tour with the mandem
I know there's gunna be a whole lot of noise eh yo where the gang them

Every time we turn up in the place we make it rock
They think we're fucking Aerosmith unfortunately we're not
All I need's a stage to bring the flames and make it hot
Let me give em what the people want
Can't stop in the beat I'm lost

Shut the gaff down I ain't health and safety
But on the mic I'm that feisty
I'm on fire
John Blaze couldn't phase me
Grime or the mainstream
I've got hits that I wrote late at night somewhere in a day dream
I'd sit there alone
Visioning things that most of you ain't seen
And never will do
No dj's ever wheeled you
Live while the cameras film you crowd going mental why cause they feel you, girls going mad at the front
Man going mad at the back
Everyone knows where it's at
Out to e double s, e, x, and the east side of the map

Every time we turn up in the place we make it rock
They think we're fucking Aerosmith unfortunately we're not
All I need's a stage to bring the flames and make it hot
Let me give em what the people want
Can't stop in the beat I'm lost

I still remember days one no one gave a shit
Now every time I touch a mic this place is lit
Shake ya hips, shake your tits
Raise your hands, your in my grip