spitting lyrics without a beat is an a cappella
congregating words Italian style without music to follow
rhyming slang so hard it'll leave you in a stammer
dropping bars like ammunition on these players and these haters
collecting dangerous weapons in a musical manner
taking matches to papers without calling it fire
spitting a cappella , now that's what we call freestyle
my Rhymes are so tight i'll split you open like Busta,
flipmode style without the Dre loop to rely on
my flows are So Solid no instrumental can handle
the words that i'm spitting might run on for pages,
i'm like David with a slingshot facing Goliath,
i might hit you with a boulder, but i sure aint a crackhead
if you wanna battle cats, I'm on patrol like a lion
my prints are everywhere just take a look at my sign-off
more fire,, that was hard,, this wasn't full-freestyle, cause it was edited :wink:
Round 2...
follow us on IC and you'll soon pick up the habit
changing flowers into essence so the landlords can smell it
wild like Chester P i'm your local neighbourhood addict
just splitting seeds into clones so the next-man can grow it
I's a dan gar gan, if you know what I's saying,
so don't be suprised when the next-man bites my lyrics,
cause like 50 Cent said "send me those seeds and i'll grow them"
i'm a hustler outspoken on a new style pandemic
i might always say something grimey,, like Wiley or Kano
fuck swine-flu i'm so sick you better call a paramedic
cause by the time that i'm finished you wont know what your name is
the language i'm speaking is English so please watch your limits
if you don't make the grade now then just come out and say so
cause i might come back for dinner with a pitch-folk to eat you
round 3...
there's spray paint on the roads from the poet's last complexion
like the green bits in your ashtray that you smoke when you get desperate
i'll leave you high and dry my friends like the ship that no-one mentions
as empty as a hydro-bench after the pigs have kicked the door in
i'm sailing like the Dawn Treader in the sequel to Prince Caspian
making carnage from the old verbs that the teachers tried to teach us,
in the daytime hours while cats sleep, i'll hunt you down like dog-feed
in the sidestreets and the alleyways just besides the rusty dustbins
round 4...
even if you're rich they got us living in social poverty
mothers cant buy new pushchairs and their kids are roaming hungry
what the fuck is happening here? you tell me blood
let's blow this thing up like the buildings they planted with explosives!
local youts are rolling in hoods with big fat blazing pistols,
playing wanna-be gangsters cause they've lost any ambition as hustlers
slinging fake glass flowers about to our brethren and our sisters
Babylon come lock them up in a bid to change the system!
round 5... this is gonna get long yet
i'm still freestyling over lyrics without the paper or the pen,
like Sway said "i'll say it twice" and then again, and then again
an Afghan, aint an Afghan, aint an Afghan if he sleeps with Mosses!
That aint being racist,, cause i n i don't hold no predigest
cause if they break bread with you, then you should break bread with them
we're bouncing off the walls again like a rampant serpent coiling
where spitting venom that's so lethal, if it catches you, you might burn it
yo send me that rapper and if he's good then i'll murk him
if it's a lady you're sending me then i'll wine them and dine them
there's a shotter on every block you just gotta know where to find them
if this breaks like a ragga beat then please blame the nigger inside me
for i was popping glocks while the other kids still read bibles
playing play stations, while i was supplying older farmers
clones at cheaper rates just so they could call it they're own
round 6 .. the final chapter
link this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqaiVyWgPE4
this guys spits freestyle better than i n i ever could
he's off his head like a jack-in-the-box without the spring attached
yeah,, but he's only about half as loco as i am about to get
cause i got haters in my nets again, i'm trying to shake out like old pilchards
like cabbages that sit in boxes without ever being requested
"go suck yourself" as as dirty goodz onces said
big up to all mans and gals that stay cool and keep it positive
shout out to the LGA, fam clan, and the other rebels i run with
peace, love, unity
keep the beats flowing in the lyrics folks
don't know get to know,, we just been keeping it real on the download
Jah bless all ganja growers
congregating words Italian style without music to follow
rhyming slang so hard it'll leave you in a stammer
dropping bars like ammunition on these players and these haters
collecting dangerous weapons in a musical manner
taking matches to papers without calling it fire
spitting a cappella , now that's what we call freestyle
my Rhymes are so tight i'll split you open like Busta,
flipmode style without the Dre loop to rely on
my flows are So Solid no instrumental can handle
the words that i'm spitting might run on for pages,
i'm like David with a slingshot facing Goliath,
i might hit you with a boulder, but i sure aint a crackhead
if you wanna battle cats, I'm on patrol like a lion
my prints are everywhere just take a look at my sign-off
more fire,, that was hard,, this wasn't full-freestyle, cause it was edited :wink:
Round 2...
follow us on IC and you'll soon pick up the habit
changing flowers into essence so the landlords can smell it
wild like Chester P i'm your local neighbourhood addict
just splitting seeds into clones so the next-man can grow it
I's a dan gar gan, if you know what I's saying,
so don't be suprised when the next-man bites my lyrics,
cause like 50 Cent said "send me those seeds and i'll grow them"
i'm a hustler outspoken on a new style pandemic
i might always say something grimey,, like Wiley or Kano
fuck swine-flu i'm so sick you better call a paramedic
cause by the time that i'm finished you wont know what your name is
the language i'm speaking is English so please watch your limits
if you don't make the grade now then just come out and say so
cause i might come back for dinner with a pitch-folk to eat you
round 3...
there's spray paint on the roads from the poet's last complexion
like the green bits in your ashtray that you smoke when you get desperate
i'll leave you high and dry my friends like the ship that no-one mentions
as empty as a hydro-bench after the pigs have kicked the door in
i'm sailing like the Dawn Treader in the sequel to Prince Caspian
making carnage from the old verbs that the teachers tried to teach us,
in the daytime hours while cats sleep, i'll hunt you down like dog-feed
in the sidestreets and the alleyways just besides the rusty dustbins
round 4...
even if you're rich they got us living in social poverty
mothers cant buy new pushchairs and their kids are roaming hungry
what the fuck is happening here? you tell me blood
let's blow this thing up like the buildings they planted with explosives!
local youts are rolling in hoods with big fat blazing pistols,
playing wanna-be gangsters cause they've lost any ambition as hustlers
slinging fake glass flowers about to our brethren and our sisters
Babylon come lock them up in a bid to change the system!
round 5... this is gonna get long yet
i'm still freestyling over lyrics without the paper or the pen,
like Sway said "i'll say it twice" and then again, and then again
an Afghan, aint an Afghan, aint an Afghan if he sleeps with Mosses!
That aint being racist,, cause i n i don't hold no predigest
cause if they break bread with you, then you should break bread with them
we're bouncing off the walls again like a rampant serpent coiling
where spitting venom that's so lethal, if it catches you, you might burn it
yo send me that rapper and if he's good then i'll murk him
if it's a lady you're sending me then i'll wine them and dine them
there's a shotter on every block you just gotta know where to find them
if this breaks like a ragga beat then please blame the nigger inside me
for i was popping glocks while the other kids still read bibles
playing play stations, while i was supplying older farmers
clones at cheaper rates just so they could call it they're own
round 6 .. the final chapter
link this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqaiVyWgPE4
this guys spits freestyle better than i n i ever could
he's off his head like a jack-in-the-box without the spring attached
yeah,, but he's only about half as loco as i am about to get
cause i got haters in my nets again, i'm trying to shake out like old pilchards
like cabbages that sit in boxes without ever being requested
"go suck yourself" as as dirty goodz onces said
big up to all mans and gals that stay cool and keep it positive
shout out to the LGA, fam clan, and the other rebels i run with
peace, love, unity
keep the beats flowing in the lyrics folks
don't know get to know,, we just been keeping it real on the download
Jah bless all ganja growers
