Fever - Awate, Turkish Dcypha

People are claiming that

They can’t be chased, in fact

I make amazing tracks

Just ask your favourite rappers

I’m gonna be your favourite rapper

Literary visionary, legendary wordsmith

Observant.

Strike like the white lightning might hit the Gherkin

I’m quite bright and versed in

The ways of working the stage without rehearsing

I’ve learnt it.

Preserved it

And now decant it into capsules by Turkish

I’m actually a track bully

Attract police just because I’m young and sometimes wear a black hoodie

Now clap for me.

I rap goodie

Very well.

Feds want me in every cell

Because I spit a little different

Diamond in the rough, watch me glisten

I was raised in the city where you don’t know who to trust

Where the mayor makes you pay a tenner just to get a bus

It’s enough that the rent will never stop going up

The streets are full of people tryna find the road to love

Or luck.

Absolutely, absolute power corrupts

I went to school.

Exclusion drove me nuts

My skin colour means I’m always wearing cuffs

I hail from Africa, my fam escaped massacre

Jump onto my train of thought, I’m still taking passengers

I’m just tryna make a living to be honest

As well as getting acknowledged

For killing my list of problems

Living just enough for London

Trickle down doesn’t function

I stand tall

Like the pyramids of Giza, this is black excellence

Yeah, I give you fever