WARNING: Contains strong language.
One of the greatest MCs on the planet, Wretch 32 returns to the booth. source
Rawwww!! On the level been listening to this for a few years now it is fire. This and kkokes fire in the booth are unbeatable don't care what anyone thinks they are mazza!!!!
watching this gratefully
5:26 had to play that bit twice
Such a big tune! Best in the world 🌎 gassed ! 👌
Underrated fitb this is ! 🔥🔥🔥
best freestyle by the best rapper in the worlddon't @ me
This guy is a Prophet
i guessing that in 2 years you have all realized that mens football is a bitch's game fall over for no reason damn women footballers dont even dive ffs wimps hahahah
The bar that begins with "where is saw cats chasing their tails' at 2.10 is incredible.
'Fighting over ground , which to none of us it belongs' that bar hit me
One of the few times when Charlie’s reaction was actually justified🔥🔥
Wtf man said only got my word n ma bars… pure fire there bruddah
Yo guys I'm sorry to bring up a touchy topic because FITB is no more but why did they not get wretch to shut it down…He is the best rapper in the world, "when you craft your art, you favour Banksy" you should favour yourself because whenever you construct a sentence it is art.. I can't believe Unknown T got to shut it down… They could've given it to the rapper that we'll owns the rap game, bar for bar I think he's better than Eminem (I'm not saying em' doesn't deserve the fame and fortune he has.. But wretch needs to get recognised for what he can really do because lyrically he is better than Eminem and everyone else who tries to open their mouth)
Not another nigga, nah, not another niggaDropped on the front line with a cop behind the triggerThrow your spirit in the sky, probably drop you down and sniggerThat’s why every drop of Henny’s like a shot inside my liverCertain I’m the difference, but they’ll probably beg to differTryna spit my thousand words before they crop me out the pictureThat a selfie, self-less, I’m self-raisingI had no P, outta breath, I kept chasingCouldn’t go sleep, no rest, this world’s waiting on my RollyHell yeah, you tell Satan that I pray to the Lord, pray to the most highPenny for my thoughts, you’ll get a monkey for most linesI turn words into numbersThat made work for my brothersFrom a kid in the bits to ColumbusNow the world’s my circumferenceMy little man’s talking ‘bout bands, I just hope that my son’s in the Mumford’sHope he don’t lose his way, the apple don’t fall too farThe designer’s the future in every wayAnd I’m better than Shakespeare, and I ain’t writing any playsNor am I writing to get played, it’s just my right to get the playsI was underground ‘cause it’s alright to take the trainBut if you was God’s son would you be hiding in the shade?I’m Rolling in the Deep, setting Fire to the RainAnd it’s Written in the Stars in some Newton Oil PaintWhen I craft my art, I favour BanksyMan I’m Rich with life, I’m on my AntwiYou see I’ll hold my weight until my hands bleedOnly got my word and my bars, swear on my canteenMan if I punch lines, I’ll show you hand speedI will do a Strickland Banks before I Plan BNigga I go realer, you chimpanzeeMonkey I don’t fancy dress, I dress fancyYou see I once was lonely to start offNot now, these companies, I’m a part of[Verset?], that’s that drink we own all ofI’ll show you the flick of the wrist, because my arm’s strongStrength no weakness, doing press-ups like the kidsNow I’m trying to get my kids a head startTo get them set, on their marksOn this marathon of life I’m Gebrselassie, a son of Selassie IMo Farah, my brother, told me keep up my strideMore Stephen Lawrence than Boris, running to stay aliveTry, crop me out picture like I’m DameBut I’m just another Jigga with some glitter in my chainEight hundred on my frames, half a milli on my platesOnly keep it 100 if I’m running with UsainBut I keep it 300 when I’m running with my matesOn some Louis Farrakhan, we ain’t running from a raceI grew up in a maze, where I saw cats chasing their tailsDogs selling to cats, man killing their dogsThe lost things that they found, the found thing that there GodFighting over ground, but to none of us it belongsAnd the cons outweigh the pros, but the pros can wear your oddsAnd turn coke into powder, that’s just connecting the dotsMan, now are you tempted to shot?Tempted to touch, attempted to murderThey tried to kill me before, nothing against me shall prosperMoney on my head, I'll have to Kevin my CostnerComing for my bread, I’ll turn your muscles to lobsterWifey playing nurse, and guess who’s playing the doctor?Dr. King, Dr. Dre, man I sold pharmaceuticals, I did the doctor wayMan I’m trying to meet Jay before he dashes the Roc awayCause Bishop show up prison, man, I’m only a block awayRich said “Who wakes up and really wants to come second?”Counting on my brother, got me counting all my blessingsEver lost someone who found you with intentions on bringing something out of you to turn you to a legend?When I hear the news I had to park up on the curbI was on the phone to [Twin?], and we didn’t even say a wordI’m so used to pain, but there’s a difference when it hurtsCause when they took away your body man it multiple your worth, in my eyesI had tears in my eyes, Dunn's River Fallin’, man I couldn’t even dry crySpend time alone, see I just had to define lifeThe good die young, so your calling was primetime
Last time I came I competed with the worldNow this time I’m here I’m competing with myselfDon’t put me in a bracket with no one broI got so many bullet points, bruv, that I overloadAdd me to the magic you might give him an overdoseWhile I swim into a ocean, rock the boat, cause I overflowI’m so used to splashing, man I’m so used to splashingYoung Fire’s on the rise, and he’s just waiting for the batonBut I told him that he might have race me till I’m [paton?]Got my masters in English, so I may resort to LatinBy the time you hear time, I’ll be past gear sixAnd if they ain’t dead already, they just had a near missI put the “fear” in fearlessPussy, get a smear testAnd if it gets political, call me Tony Blair WitchWhy did we vote “Leave?” Why did we vote “Leave?”The government’s sending kids to sleep with no dreamsTheir trying to tick a box, you would have thought they sold weedEverybody’s high, no wonder why the future’s codeineCodeine crazy, every dabbin’, having codeine babiesHaving March Madness, cause their Rolly’s 18But I’m “Mr. Free B.A. Baracus,” A-TeamWith the top down, got the whip looking Page 3Do you sympathise with me?Started From the Bottom, why the keep reminding me?There’s no similarities with you and IIf I gotta die to be the best, would you do or die with me?I grew on the late Biggie hypnotizing meAm I grime? Am I rap? Why they keep dividing me?—Why they keep dividing me?Everybody goes deep and can SCUBA dive, yeahThey can all flow 'til they gotta synchronise with meI made my own lane—can you see the drive in me?I’m banned from every club—can you see the Nile in me?There’s hatred in my love—can you see the irony?It’s flamin' in my lungs—I should take this mic with meCause I’m James Brown when he shot up the labelI’m Scarface with a key of coke on the tableSinging a song of praise, but I don’t need no appraisalCause I’m Pharrell Grindin’, just tryna Pusha my endsSpirit of DMX, singing Flesh of My FleshI’m Nas before Kelis and old school K. West—new school K. WestStill they all ain’t Wretch‘Cause if they don’t call me classic, gotta call me blessedBut I still do the sign of the cross, before I leave outYou can nail me to the cross—if you need nowIf you keep calling me blood, and we don’t bleed out, and let that shit run like rivers—you’re in de-nialMost Ws in the booth—I’m in the league nowThis is called "Fire in the Wretch"—3-2 style
Charlie change the name!
And if they don’t say I’m nice, then they didn’t play it twiceYou know why?
That’s cause 365 I stay Growing Over LifeAh, yeah
Support Wretch 32’s upcoming studio album “Growing Over Life,” which drops September 2nd, 2016
1. Wretch pt22. Wretch pt33. Lowkey4. Kano5. Devlin
anyone know first beat
This is fire measuring with kano
I like this even more cause he is an Arsenal fan. But fire in the booth part 5 is more litty
Fucking love ❤️ it keep going gangster
maddd flow❄ shit team tho g😂 #CTID #0161⭕⚪
Yes wrech love the way you are so blessed with Lyrics…
This isn't on another level … It's in a complete different dimension comparing wretch32 to anyone else isn't even fair he's only competing against himself
Tryna tick a box u would think they sold weed… 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
This is called Fire in the Wretch 3 2 …. Just one one wretches uncomparible word plays. He is honestly a genius lyricist.
Rolling in the deep setting fire to the rain
@pamaj this is wretch 32 👊 nothing but real talk
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