Be Careful

[Chorus]
Sometimes you gotta be careful
One bag of chat man I get an earful
Anybody talking Greaze they’re fools
Ain’t going nowhere it’s their fault
You don’t do yourself no favours
Man I got lyrics and bare flavours
You wanna try question man but
I makes it music for the ravers

[Verse 1: JME]
Serious. Yeah
Sick beats, sick bars, sick vids
Carpark, sick cars, do skids
Pyros and smoke, big gigs
Moshpit watch this, big kids
Dangerous when man touch stage
Dangerous when man tune plays
Dangerous when me and Shorty fuck up the mic with SBK
Pick up the mic and spray, dun told man from 1998
Like you don’t know we come to bun down raves
Quick, fast, yeah we come to shut down raves blud
Job done. Collect the P share that with mum
Big up the DJ set got bun’ down
Peace out yeah man’s gotta run run. (Go!)

[Chorus]
Sometimes you gotta be careful
One bag of chat man I get an earful
Anybody talking Greaze they’re fools
Ain’t going nowhere it’s their fault
You don’t do yourself no favours
Man I got lyrics and bare flavours
You wanna try question man but
I makes it music for the ravers

[Verse 2: Shorty]
You know the vibes. Spit deep bars but I don’t spit lies
Don’t try ‘ting’ fam that’s not wise
Wanna try act bad, wanna come with replies
Leave man like a panda; two black eyes
Back, leave man dazed
Hole in your trouser, left knee grazed
Man wanna hype up, ‘pen get brave
Then you won’t sleep for the next 3 days it’s long
I just wanna put my heart on a song
Mash up the stage and collect my wong
Back in the day played “Ching Chang Chong”
Then I got older, weed in a bong
Funny how times have changed, big fam now but I ain’t aged
Still see me on the rasklaat stage with JME and SBK. (Mosh)

[Chorus]
Sometimes you gotta be careful
One bag of chat man I get an earful
Anybody talking Greaze they’re fools
Ain’t going nowhere it’s their fault
You don’t do yourself no favours
Man I got lyrics and bare flavours
You wanna try question man but
I makes it music for the ravers

[Verse 3]
Ay look
You don’t do yourself no good
When I’m spitting the bars I’m focused look
You got talent, it’s hard to show them
You gotta put the plans in motion
Look, you can’t be sitting around
I’m on YouTube, check the riddims I found
Never had a show, I would spit in my house
My lyrics are large can’t fit in my mouth
I move JME and Shorty, I worked hard to get here
Nobody brought me, at the start be ready to work for free
Then you can do what you love for P
That’s right, that’s what it is
I won’t lie on the track I’m a gassed little kid
I used to watch my idols, now I got a contact book full of kings

[Chorus]
Sometimes you gotta be careful
One bag of chat man I get an earful
Anybody talking Greaze they’re fools
Ain’t going nowhere it’s their fault
You don’t do yourself no favours
Man I got lyrics and bare flavours
You wanna try question man but
I makes it music for the ravers