Voice Of The Streets Freestyle
Ay CZR, you did a mazza still
With my YG, don't shark him
No farsin', he's itchin' to rass it
Leave victims, A&E departments
Had the block lookin' '80's Harlem
Just my graft phone and a Ribena carton
New shape gun had fibre carbon
Leave it cranked in the garden
Before I surrender myself to the sergeant
Jamaican camera man in the dance
I told him, "don't get me in the video line"
If I ain't got it on me, my likkle bro might
Bad darg, I ain't into no hype
This twin barrel pipe have
You pissin' all night
I don't do no lyrical fight
And most of you rappers are typical guys
I heard 'taser deployed'
I kept my head straight and kept on dashin'
Was '016, so my boot cuts saggin'
Nearly got grabbed for the sake of fashion
2K20, these slim fit's patterned
At least man won't lose balance
X5 try TPAC dual carriage
Interceptors must've thought they had it
Must've thought they got man
If I do a two step with one man
The might be on man
Bad bitch in the dance is
Screamin' out 'one man'
She's got a boyfriend and she still slops man
Can't lie, they was gone man
Didn't care before, now these gyal on man
I can tell this lighty knows who I am
Never seen her before, she must be a fan
I see M grab the door with his hand
He's checkin' the barrel
It must've been jammed
Key done set up that yute in the yard
I know he was thinkin'
It must've been planned
When it's time to do removals
Stolen crops in a Transit van
Got my grandad cap and my barber jacket
I'm lookin' like a undie myself
This white rum, I can't function without it
Hit the town centre with grub in my mouth
H try make the ting buss through the pouch
I tried bring you in, you was fuckin' about
So I gotta link Dutch when I'm out
Cah he's the only one with
Grub in the drought virgin or CrossCountry
It's not, a man's still gotta dash conductors
I don't know much 'bout global warming
But I swear this gun smoke cause combustion
Started with a eighth of O and
You got bagged on the spot
And got made redundant
All I need is TT in abundance
Since I start rap, everyone makes assumptions
Don't like how man say he's kind of precious
Need to fix it before I take it to heart
Told M leave that skeng in the car
Who's that white man I think
There's leng in the dance
I can tell that's gun feds from a far
SF65 ain't blendin' at all
Ching when I step in the mard
Cah the borings too up for the darg
I would've put it on Network Rail
But I 'eard the jakes got
The dogs at the station
Too many man get complacent
I'll sack you today and
Find a next replacement
I swear likkle man's brazen
Can't believe he thought man
Wouldn't have paged him
From minimum ages you can
Get considered a paigon
Aftermath of the mad ting
Gotta reflect, see how man I was actin'
See bro movin' mad with the shank ting
Done up a yute then got back to the stabbings
Old school days after parties
Who should we rush? Pickin' yutes at random
Then, man went to the wok' house
Sweep up the landin'
Ay CZR, you did a mazza still yo
North West, Brum town
Jailhouse mandem bang your doors
The Voice of the Streets yo, yo
Traphouse Mob
If it ain't a public outin'
I'll be in OT in some fucked up outfit's
'019, I put rips in trousers
I thought it was, said the drip's outstandin'
