The Journey - Skepta

Please don’t have to make me go in to detail

When I say I came out of my dads hone

Now I’m in a race with these tadpoles, speeding through the fallopian

I need to beat all the rest of these babies

Mum had a positive pregnancy test last week

Two months down the line I’ve got a heartbeat

But I got a piece of skin between my legs man, I can’t be a daughter

I’m breathing, but I’m in a bag of water

Foods coming through my umbilical cord, the years 1−9-8−2

I can’t wait to make my debut

I hope I got one of them good mums

Nineteenth day of the ninth my day comes

I finally come out after hours of trying

The nurse slap me, then I started crying

Couple hours later, I’m in a incubator

A bit bigger than an A4 sheet of paper

Loads of people kept coming up to me and saying «goo goo ga ga»

Why can’t they speak to me properly?

I’m a celebrity, get me out of here

Mum don’t forget your Lucozade, flowers and your grapes

These giants keep coming in different sizes and shapes

And talking to me like I’m from the Planet of the Apes

But, it don’t matter, I got the X Factor

Even Simon Cowell knows I’m the best rapper

We left mother’s hospital went to the flat in Old Street

Then my mum got cold feet

We had a problem, I kept climbing on the windowsill

So we moved to a house in Tottenham

Got chicken pox so we went to the surgery

Couple years past picky skin fade in nursery

Sitting in class playing with Fisher Price tools

Two two;

s I moved to Primary school

I went to the school next door to Northumberland

My piece changed from a little hot dog into a Cumberland

Ready to feed it to the big chicks

Secondary school I was a bad boy at English

If you listened to Jungle you was top boy in form

Then all of a sudden some new music was born

I need to, have a name or something

This Machino Joe shit ain’t the one man

What should I change my name to?

I need to be a king in this, or some kinda like wizard or something

Yeah yeah, Sceptre, Sceptre

Yeah Sceptre on the mic

Nah nah nah

I need to change the spelling of that

Wait

S-C, no

Skepta, Skepta

Yeah that’s me blud

Skepta, whut

S-K-E-P-T-A, yeah

(Serious, big boy soldier)