Fire In The Booth - Section Boyz

**As we know because these are recorded in a BBC studio some things are censored by them because it's "too vulgar" so those parts are noted with a dash (-) SPACED in between the 2 parts that occur before and after it**

[Verse 1: Deepee]
Boom, buds in the car seat
Buds by the gear stick
Plus buds came with the nasty
Buds for ya dad, buds for your auntie
Piff buds in the booth cuz of Charlie
Big snub kick booze up a army
I flip grub quick food, got a car key
I get da gyaldem horny I think I'm Warly
I slipped 1s cuh the [?] at arms reach
Move from me she is to bossy
Fuck Barclays, move food like [?]
With the realest click say they wanna be
When a nigga dick now, they used to par me
Most these niggas be actors, they need a Grammy
Nigga rollin green like tractors, I ain't tryna sit up in no handcuffs here, Bob Marley saves so the jakes don't harm me
Wishin on a change though
In a 1 2 cut 2 plug food focus whippin up a Range Rove'
[?] sittin with my wrist on rainbow
Like why they gotta hate though
Nah, real talk why they gotta hate though
'Course I'm a prick 69 in a brick got ripped so the cues got licked for a 8-hole
And it want go fast, I got 8 hoes
And it [?] tongue roll fast and a slap, nigga run don't laugh
When I clap one Imma unload half
On the roads gettin in the hondos fast
I keep an Am pack like cunch won't last
You ain't puttin no work in man you're unknown, I make a zoobie get burned for a love soul

[Verse 2: Inch]
You be the problem so you play dirty in the section
You ain't from the new gen bro, wha you know about skeng tings
I was in the 7 and nobody can tell me 'bout peng tings
Bro caught that, you can't tell me 'bout brethrens
Man it's not my fault man that gyal up in my mentions
Man you want a feature, I'm in the short-list it's endless
You don't wanna see me get mad, headbutt in the chest thought his name was Zidane
About piggy in the middle, I ain't no middle man
Man ah fist man up
Man ah twist man up
Man ah beatin up crud
Been in the field, knee deep in the mud
Can't tell me 'bout this, can't tell me 'bout that
I was in the dingdong with things that the whip coulda hack
She said it's Mission Impossible, so I have to hit it from the back
I got gyal from Upsuh
That want come downsuh
How you mean, rasta?
Man ah get it cheap, man ah hustler
Man ah got rhymes no busta
Now it's just a movie shoulda won a BAFTA

[Verse 3: Swift]
Brick of the grass, smelly like someone farted
Flips don't talk, I just realized why are we talking
Gyal gimme uck, I do road in the morning
Section or nah, you can ask Warly
This skeng's black like Michael, but this peng's white like Charlie
Man ah like Swift this ain't like you, I don't really see you in parties
Let me sip my juice, listenin to talkin the hardest
And you can get a kick from my Nike boots
And you can get a fist if you talkin
How can the brick excite you, lol man ah just laughin
Can't be bae but I like you, lol you can be darlin
They try, I try hardly
They lie don't believe their wallahis
Good gyal but she movin naughty
Peng peng cattin for my doggies
See a Benz, I need a Ferrari
Old friends need my number calmly
Off ends that's the uckiest party
She dead she need starvin
Get a pound and that peng stay starvin
And if poppy comes through we laughin
Do it for my friend you can ask them, and my friends in the bed that do carpet

***For some reason after Sloth makes Sleeks restart this verse after interrupting him, he changes some of the lyrics slightly these will be noted with a slash (/)***

[Verse 4: Sleeks]
I even got a brick in my car seat/key
Man ah don't tink you, man ah like Rolex movin faulty
I get a brick, get a phone, do road, I never got time for the parties
But I got time for your auntie
Rub dat tryna get dat horny
2 thumbs my hand brake sparky
Food done, but I text back Marky
Vacuum pack stuff for the narcy
I mean narcotics, man ah/we got Section Boyz in the booth with Charlie
I stepped in the booth with my army
And that gyal's cute but she horny/thoty
And we don't really talk too much, cuh Flipz stepped in with the doggies/barbies
That MOBO this year shoutout Stormz and my doggy
And if I see the popo switch gear I ain't tryna speak to the sargy
I got brick in the car seat
When I flood that strip like tsunami
Tryna chop that brick like karate
Then I go to my bit for punani
We do road, do shows with Warly
Cop a half then we smoke with the doggies
In the - with army
Dem man are jokers like Barney
Cuh send a young boy up Derby
He's got both colors like an artist, shes horny
I don't do - that's nasty

[Verse 5: Littlez]
I see a peng peng holla like oi
Face okay, but da back like woi
All day ring trap tryna get paid
Can't reload, nah dat's no joy
Trey got da tre or da sword like Troy
Tell a man can't take man for a boy
Move like Andy got da live toys
Still get a box wit da right like Floyd
Man ah boy dem man dem ah beg friend
See da Section Boyz yea we set trends
Splash Ps wit my bros in da West End
Get it back on my own when I touch ends
Got her calling me up for da long length
Gyal said dey want me n my bredrins
Now nuffa dem man dem are hating
Cah dey know say dat we soon leff dem
In the rental dony I'm swervin
Up in a German
I ain't from Berlin
Screens on man I can't stop for a searchin
Got the sword and the stones like Merlin
Get it low down for the square I'm circlin
I stay certi, donny I'm certain
Inch been my bro from way back, tryna touch mic, bro [?]
Your Gs they're here like a comb
And my Gs ride out on street, 'round here don it's go hard or go home
Gettin bands in straight from the telephone
Need no help I can do it on my own
We run tings, no tings don't run we, man ah run nuff man down on the road

[Verse 6: Knine]
Still screamin for my nigga cornbread
Death around the corners
Death for the son that make a boy tryna push me
Shot his thot but it's big like Tookie
Bring my little nigga, jook my friends took him
He be crippled and bloody
I ain't Crippin and Bloodin
It's Section to the blood tryna pick up my cup
Put on the mask and the gloves, Insomnia, that's why nan's always up
Clapped - up
I got Charile and that's soft
I get it packin and then it's gone
With magic like Harry with a wand
Giving gyal bare length then I'm gone
I was the Hit-list, no mask on
Bro got the - turn the machine on
Get hat and your back and your knees up
Head got my hands all freezed up
On edge when I'm off that Amnesia
The gyal can't chat to me either, pengs got a whole lotta heaters
[?]
[?] tump up you idiot

[Verse 7: Inch]
[?] set pace
21 seconds and I banged him in his face
21 seconds, 21 -
21 gyal that man ah give tekkers
21 gyal that uck like peppers
21 mashers, 21 levers
That means your dead in 21 seconds like I need more seconds
Like 30 more seconds so I can do my ting
Flow my ting
Man ah never been on no jokeman ting
No broke man ting
All my life I'll do my ting no wasteman ting
Wait, oh what you mean bro?
This thirst must can I get a reload?
Them man are likkle fish, Finding Nemo
Man ah send bullets straight through your key hole
I swear down man I takin the P home
I'm a fa - not unlike CeeLo
I wrote these bars pissed off on a Friday, I guess that I'm Deebo
Cause I get angry real quick
Try and touch me and I flip that script
Never had a German but I'm always on the whip
Fly likkle bitch and she flyin tick
Run through this -

[Verse 8: Deepee]
Boom, readies on stand, ready, got grams
September I preyed 21 lands
Fly in the mornin and the nigga got plans
Napped in the hooptie with 21 grams
Misfit with my peng friend, with my witness
I flipped til I see if anyone lands
[?] kicks in my rock, got home then I clocked how many has got sand in em
Night box, no [?] just grinds in em
Cut holes so the grands got bands in em
I know my mans mad cause man did it
Ghost spin ghost but I handled it
I like a pic on Insta when I stand with it
She said she want the third leg so I ran with it
[?] amne' I says I don't back spirits, I just went with whoever got a cab fitted
I'm mad livid, these niggas are actin, act different, not bad, and they act like they actually are
[?] get the feature but actually on
Stormz told bro and them that it's actually ours
Man it's really ours
Shout PD that sound familiar
Trey in got the tre but ain't with it dog
Put 21 thingys in your silly car, like what you're really on

[Verse 9: Sleeks]
You know what man's on
Long clip big corns like tampon
You're a man get your pants on
Man ah get - with your bang on
I get it in, get that gone
As a young G I been pedalin 'til the pack's gone
Long pole in the backpack
When you hear slap slap
Take a man's food that's mad prof
Afro in the snapback
I never had stacks
No Ps just a -
Switch back had to gab that
When you see the blue lights better know that man's gone
Roll round with my cab man
He's a bad man, better know what man's on
Roll round with the - I'm hopin to grab man, jump out the caby then run off
36 on 4-wheels
I need more deals
I got pictures [?]
Square hidden the car like a black box, but it ain't come hidden in a black [?]
You hear toot-toot, your ting jammed up
You hear toot-toot, your ting jammed up
Run or get banged on, 21 seconds them man are just gangstas
On my grind stay gettin gwop
From behind niggas get shot
All these side-niggas think they're boss
'Til it hard and I watch a hard-nigga turn soft
He's a fool, see the dude 'til I leave him in the pool, like 30 burst shot
I chase niggas and they runnin in shops
I don't rate niggas runnin in shops
I stay runnin through gwop like money made, tryna make Ps off a box
Amnesia in a box, plus Section Squeeze on the top
Only got Gs on my block, when you see me I'm with my squad
I'm with K9, that ain't no dog, the ting busty smoke or god
Like, gear 6 GT whizz round, what
Sport mode, press that down I'm off
Feds can't stop me, got a road block
Sounds like hundred rounds went off

[Verse 10: Swift]
All the gyal them lookin man I screw 1 face
She fucked me like she hate me so I kicked her face
Where the blonde gyal? She's a super-saiyan
Peng peng Dubai or lookin on Spain
I'll skeng for my friends, I ain't got no shame
You can ask Kryptonite or you can ask Trey
Back roads, I don't like the mains
When it's drought I feel so down, I need the thousand eighths
Lookin for a bookin Imma kill that stage
She's lookin for a jookin, I ain't got no blade
I'm smokin on Amnesia, I don't like the haze
And manaman will squeeze if you speak my brothers' name
I'm Section all the time it should be my name
If lyin was a crime then rappers would have to do cage
Lit my inside so is TK
Long time I ain't seen Ty, long time I ain't seen Kane

[Verse 11: Littlez]
Still tryna get it in, man ah been about way before 21
Peng gyal [?] tongue with the belly ring, bringin up tellin me she wanna get it on
Move packs, man ah tryna get the belly in, get the smelly in, ring trap when the selly's on
Can't walk in the creps that I'm steppin in, man a veteran, nah, I ain't just anyone
Man ah get smoke like a birdie one
22s you be gone in like 21
You screws and we got tools, no rules man ah fix up anyone
My little don, me and sideman can't really get along
What they really on, cause I'm still hungry, won't stop till it's mils that I'm steppin on
Tryna cop a Bentley for my mom
Them man are just wet like [?]
I'm like Terry[?]
Put my shoes on, do the road like a marathon
South-side where I'm commin from
We run tings won't hate then carry on
Lookin like Batman when the [?] on

[Verse 12: K9]
I got 21 seconds, I got 21 brothers they're all wild and reckless
Tryna build up bricks like Tetris
Keep you up at the entrance
You won't make it to the exit
I'm just tryna make bread quick
Baggin Lethal B that's a Dench brick
My team so straight they can't bend us
I'm an all out front, no defenders
And the feds tyrna fence us
Watch me bounce back like suspensions
In that case I got teeth like a dentist
Young boy my apprentice
Green light, make em start off the engines
Don't try and put hands on my friendsdem
Hands on a big man with a skengsdem
Hands on a big pack I finesse them
I got drugs in the lab not a chemist
Section Boyz bang, but we came from the trenches
Big back Dubai that's a peng ting
In the 8 with the pies like Wiley, I'm selfish that's pathetic