Central Cee may have spent the past year brushing shoulders with global pop royalty, but “Booga“ is his way of slamming the door shut and reminding everyone where he truly comes from.
This one is a return to the concrete, a gritty street dispatch that feels like it was recorded under a flickering estate light. It’s a “raw, no-hook heater,” intentionally stripped of any glossy edges or melodic shortcuts.
No sing-along chorus, no radio polish, just Cench, a drill beat that growls from the belly of West London, and enough lyrical pressure to crack pavement.
The energy on Booga is unmistakably that of Central Cee, who first shook the scene. He’s in his “Quarter Zip” era again, channelling the mindset, the fashion, and the hunger that defined his early days.
Every bar lands with a sharpness that suggests he hasn’t forgotten his roots, even if the rest of the world has been trying to dress him in pop-star silk.
The verses are laced with coded slang and layered wordplay, and that signature Cench self-awareness speaks directly to the ones who have been studying his pen from the very beginning.
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He takes subtle jabs at doubters and imitators, delivering them with a cool composure that makes the punch hit even harder. It’s storytelling, chest-beating, and technical flexing rolled into one tightly wound drill performance.
Booga isn’t just a song; it’s a statement of balance. It is Central Cee planting a flag in familiar terrain, reminding listeners that while he can chase global charts and American co-signs, he will never abandon the street blueprint that built him.
Fast, aggressive, and meant to be replayed until the speakers distort, the track serves as a warning shot.
For anyone who thought Central Cee was easing into his fame or going “soft,” this track answers with a cold grin and a heavy bass drop: absolutely not.
Listen to Booga HERE.