 I think I'm going to have to see the dump. Yo, don't flop show off. I'm Blizzard. I'm M20 to E1. Manny to the Hamlet. Blind Lotus. Trust. I moved to London to get my head in check. But part of me never left. Still dreaming of the bass and treble clefs. My life was planned from early. Hadn't even hit 20 yet. I knew that this was where I had to be. My destiny's already set. That's how I Hamlet's kinda crazy at night. A group of thugs are going local. Every day there's a fight. I can't even leave the house without clutching up my pocket. Cause if someone tries to rob me, people are too scared to stop it. They just watch it. But overnight I heard a couple get mugged. Next night a bus driver got drunk. That shit was fucked. Even in front of cameras they just car control the anger. It seems a residence. Only exaggerate the glamour not the squalor. In every street corner there's a robber waiting for the perfect kind. To strip all your possessions from you. Tried to ring the police. They arrived 10 minutes later. When the culprits have changed their clothes and are no longer in danger. Now they're waiting at the DLR with their hoods up. If you look lost for a second you're getting fucked up. Cause one day I was on the way back from the show. It was late, hopped on a train back off I go. Went from Liverpool to Houston. To Bang then to Limehouse. Walk down commercial road. Pass the droxie up to my house. It's about 11.30. I just wanna sleep now. Turn the corner. Casually hear the patter of feet. Wow. Tried to keep my cool and not appear like I'm scared. Turn around I see you 10 tall figures there. I make a shot back to the school. Faster than ever before. They nearly got me. But I banged so hard on my front door. That I nearly broke my knuckles. Cause the massive seamal still ain't got me out of trouble. They ran away so fast. I'm quite surprised they didn't tumble. Now I understand why people call this place a jungle. I guess this city has its perils. I've witnessed violence but it takes it to a different level. I get that people roam the streets and think there's something special. But you're not the second common of the devil. So just settle. You live in London mate. I doubt you have no pot to piss in. You're part of a feral generation that don't wanna listen. And I bet you'll re-offend despite if you get locked in prison. If you think you're hard and only rolling groups is 30. You're a walking contradiction. Here's my proposition. Find a different job description. The innocent general public are not your opposition. You don't have to be so stupid. You need to be properly driven to cure this attitude. There is only one prescription. That's you. And that's true. If you're part of this life, then in a few years, I bet you will come back and say, Thank you, Brad Dude. That life is something I will not go back to. Now I'll understand what I can do. Just another day in my neighborhood. But it's all good. See Major, bring that blue back over. I'm not done by any means man. Feels like it's broken. Flying Lotus. I'm done with the cup of tea and played on track after track. Getting praise for this talent that I apparently have. But still I've got to get my shifts in by midnight. Just giving you the insights of this life. So working from 8 p.m. till 6 p.m. The boss makes me want to have a fist fight. My manager's telling me that I'll live off music in time. I don't lie and rap about the racks I've spent. I used to go on like I'm balling. Now I have to repent. Started my job, my self-esteem took a massive descent. And still I owe my lady nearly two grand for the rent. The way I live is far from alright. 30 quid as the shop. That shit better last a fortnight. Hope it will improve, but I need to work on my foresight. But if I'm not paid my dues, I'm gonna take them with force. Alright, alright. I'm blizzard a kid and I'm making a mass that could reduce beat. Started near footlocker when I was battling on the street. Nearly ten years of passing's dead. It makes me queasy. When I'm there the same people from 05 are trying to sell the CDs. In the same spot nobody's talking to them. Who might as well be charity workers with a clipboard and a pen. No disrespect, I find it sad to see them struggling. But I can't knock somebody for hustling. I used to go to open mics and get rejected. Even though I spent the whole day in chore. And my flows are all perfected. Got the bus home feeling so fucking disconnected. Then shifty brought me through when I started to be respected. That was ages ago. I wouldn't get paid for playing a show. I'd get my food paid for when the day saved up. That was the status quo. I was hungry to perform and that shit made me grow. Fast forward I'm seeking fame in the Kel family with me. I was told trying to pursue grime, that would be silly. Like if you're trying to be the North Santa to rascal you're busy. I was trying to follow in the footsteps of Iris Syndicate. Mayhem of Floss mode, I was really getting into it. This was way before I ever learned to play an instrument. When I realised the possibilities were infinite. And now I'm here. Blizzard, M20 to E1, there you go. I am Blizzard on Twitter.