Are you all right, bruv?
Are you all right, bruv? Bruv, you all right, bruv? I’ve settled some things before, but I think there’s some more things
that need to be settled. I’m making myself pretty. So let’s settle this again. Ah! Let’s settle this. I’m mixing right now. Right now, I’ve got shorts on,
I’ve got Adidas slippers on, I’ve got Slazenger socks on. Get me? Man is mixing and blending.
Do you get me? Some people don’t mix and blend, but those are people who
have choice. My whole thing is colours,
colour coordination. I wouldn’t care
if this vest was from YSL, or if it was from flipping Asda,
five in a pack for £4. Do you get what I mean? If it’s bright and it’s white
and it’s fresh, I will fling it on the jeans. Original poor kid,
you know how it all goes. The jeans and creps might cost P, but the T-shirt
will be cheap for the street. Yeah? Well, come on, my brother.
For the street. One person says,
“I hate when people mix Adidas socks “and Nike trainers.” Yeah, you are a bit off
with that one. Kids are the cruellest
animals in the world. And the must truthful
animals in the world. If they look up to me
and they think I’m cool, more time kids see me on the road in my slippers and my jogging
bottoms, cutting shoe on a neat one. Yeah, you might see me with a bit
of jewellery on here and there, but clothes-wise, man wear Pain
and Base, my own clothes. They don’t see me wearing Gucci
and all of this stuff. They see me wearing my own clothes,
what I made. And even in myself, look,
this T-shirt right now, this, my vest right now,
is a cheaper vest. But I could sit here and lie
and say it’s a Polo vest. You’d have to take my word for it. Are you going to be able to get
up in the middle of the rave and look at my tag on the back
of my shirt? Do you get what I mean? It’s just all how you
feel in your clothes and what energy you put out there. My personal thing, if I wouldn’t get
arrested for it, I’d be naked. I feel better in my own clothes.
Do you get what I mean? I think I’d get more chicks
in my own body suit than wearing fucking Armani. I’ll tell you a story.
This is a true story. When Avirex coats came out, yeah? There was one place that only
sold Avirex – this is in Tottenham Court Road. £900 for this Avirex jacket. Boom! Imagine that.
See, at 16, yeah? Being Mr Muscle,
loving the jobs they hate, bro. Doing everything to get this money,
thinking, “If I get this jacket, “there is not one chick
in this club will say no to me.” So, boom. Hustled, hustled,
did what I did, got my jacket. On the way coming back,
East Street market and Brixton Market,
influx of Avrex – all the fake Avirexes, Avrex. Boom, everyone’s got their Avrex.
OK. There was this nice girl
I liked, yeah? Preeing her on the dance,
preeing her like a predator. Yeah? I’m looking at a girl, like,
yeah, I like her a lot. Boom, sweating out myself
in my coat. Do you think I got that girl? No, bruv. Billy in his Avrex, yeah? His £60 coat got the girl. And lived the movie. I went home with my £900 jacket
to Morley’s and got a triple M Burger
and two apple pies and a KA, and bupped up Ferndale Road
on my jacks, in my £900 jacket. Do you hear what I mean?
So the moral of the story, it wasn’t the jacket what made
Billy win – she liked Billy. Do you get what I’m saying? To all young kids out there, your clothes only do
some of the job. Do you hear what I mean?
It all comes down to you. You could have every expensive
clothing in the world, and every big jewellery,
but if you’re a horrible person, no girl’s going to walk you
anywhere. You can mix brands as long as the
colour scheme is correct, and you have the Pain,
Base, Hello High, or Bedale T-shirt, and that’s it! Base! Settled.