In The Dead of The Night

Intro

Mm

Yeah

Cah check the levels

Step in the room like I own the floor

Verse 1

Four in the morning cameras on me

Wrote this song at half past two

Dem want the sauce me give them recipe

Half these man can't handle the truth

From the bottom got nothing to lose

Every door I knock opens up twice

Dem tell me to slow down me tell em I'm proof

Patience dead when you're chasing the light

Drop

Check the tempo check the bass check the room

Check the tempo check the bass check the room

Caught in the middle of the boom style boom

Verse 2

Bars hit harder than a London winter

Cold as December when I spit on the beat

They bought the hype me bought the building

Brick by brick down on the street

Tell me again how the game is fair

When deck stacked and the cards were marked

Shuffled through the mud name ring clear

Whole block hums when they hear my spark

Pre-Chorus

And they say how you made it through

How you stand when the sky fell through

I just smile and roll the dice

Scar on my hand is a sacrifice

Chorus

In the dead of the night

Where the dreamers collide

I'm the voice in the attic

The raw and the drastic

Watch me rise from the ashes of pride

Drop

Rise from the ashes

Rise from the ashes rise

In the dead of the night

Where the dreamers collide

Verse 3

Pen in fist like a blade when writing

Every line is a scar I chose to keep

Wanted me quiet but I learned to be like lightning

Every word drop makes the skeptics weep

Seen many kings fall down the pavement

Seen many brothers go silent and slow

I carry the torch for the ones who are jaded

Now me tell every kid the seed gotta grow

Pre-Chorus

And they say how you made it through

How you stand when the sky fell through

I just smile and roll the dice

Scar on my hand is a sacrifice

Chorus

In the dead of the night

Where the dreamers collide

I'm the voice in the attic

The raw and the drastic

Watch me rise from the ashes of pride

Bridge

They don't hear the hunger in the syllables

They don't see the blisters on the syllables

I been sharpening my tongue like a ceremonial blade

Till the syllables carve their own parade

Tell the man in the mirror he owes me a favour

Tell the ghost of my past I don't need a saviour

I built this cathedral with splinters and patience

Now the rafters are ringing with my constellations

Chorus

In the dead of the night

Where the dreamers collide

I'm the voice in the attic

The raw and the drastic

Watch me rise from the ashes of pride

Outro

Mm

From the ashes of pride

Yeah

From the ashes

From the ashes

Rise