Hit 'Em Up Freestyle

[Verse 1: Potter Paper] Aw mate, songs this ain't a sing-a-long I might have [?] long Out here til his dinner gone All my food Michelin Star I was wishin' on We was just them little dons Weed I was smoking Liquour I was sipping on Old before my time Roll before my rhyme, I could'a ghost a hundred times In this little life of mine My life ain't never been about no once upon a time Giant never had no shit except this flow and now I'm nice Goals like 5-a side, and some hoes that ride or die You best appreciate and share your freedom If you know that feeling Pinch me, am I dreaming? Back up on that m-way, tryna get it said way Me and my compradres, getting in comprende? Put on like the sensei, bunnin' on some Sensi Want my money lengthy, but their only twenty Who do three for twenty? Free my brother Nek it's been a sec 'Member he was bang in Pembry When I was telling [?], that I'm'a hit the road and get this bread G Rapping like I'm stress-free, I'm'a see how far it gets me Curtis weren't cocky, Essex boy I'm cockney Came up in the naughties, man was doing robberies The I was OT like Dogsy Push white, shot B, and I still grab man for box P Me and my collective, money the objective I was on that dead strip, I had to resurrect it But I sick of living wretched, try'n'a do what Wretch did And I'm try'n'a do you, 'cos I trust you enough to see my best bits Emotionally, look, wrap it round I'm like Ares on Olympus I'm like Muhammad, gon' find out I'm the greatest Bitches used to diss me, now these bitches act like ladies Wish I would have waited, cause the one that had my babies got nothin' on my latest Smokin' and I'm faded, shotgun in that Mercedes No metaphor Don't that shotgun in that Merce.. I'm a product of the Krayzies [Verse 2: Mic Righteous] All I do is rap about rap, cause it's all I have I'm talkin' to rap, he's the only one that's talkin' back Maybe it's paranoia talking, should I call a cab? Go back to Kent with my head in my hands Fuck that, I'll die the day I done that I'll die and then I'll come back I hate rap, love rap Can't stand a fake rapper, fuck rappers None of you are gun clappers Couldn't understand why the fuck, them man wanna chat backwards Bad actors, sad faces Runnin' round in the rat race, with a cat chasing Fuck a round in this rat race, catch up Come back around and castrate ya You rap about materials, you're a fabricator How much paper can you stack before you realise that fam, that's just paper? I've never changed the way I've rapped, I've always had the same buzz The same love, the same aims I've been rapping from age eight, when you man were getting grounded for bad behaviour So fam, do me a favour I'm just bringing back rap the average man can relate to Lights, camera, action Them man 'll jack the way you rap But they can't capture the pain the way I can, nah! So follow me on this rap tour On your right is a catwalk There goes a rapper and he's posing for the camera Like man's raw, the image died years back They're try'n'a jack yours Ripping off everything I stand for I'm getting closer to God than ever before And I'm getting closer to the top, who would ever have thought? I came in this game, pen is my sword I came in this game now it's having my kids Should I be proud or pissed, cause they're catting my shit I see 'em try'n'a rap passionate But they can't match the passion I give This ain't no fashion, you prick So can the real Mic Righteous please stand up? Pull down your cacks so they can see man's nuts Look at my balls, now do you believe man's fucked? I ain't had a decent nights sleep in three damn months So, fuck the feds, fuck the judge and the jury JK, when they free you I'm'a greet you with a Pur-ee Trust me, they can't rage over fury Nah fuck that, next [Verse 3: Deadly] Listen, yo I spent a year testing out this legal ting Try'n'a build my business up so I can feed my kid I got that knowledge in my brain, I'm on some deeper shit Swap my Nina for a book and now I sleep with it, Lah Anybody thinking man ha' gone soft, I'm with them real bredders I've got access, I'll deal with it See even when it's not mine, I'm still real with it I showed the whole nation how to peel with it From '08, we done the yard shot down Whips shot down, man couldn't give a fuck now Look around, my soldiers are up now Saf, Deezy; lookin' like paper, fam it’s mud now Haters try'n'a switch it up, try'n'a show us love now Flip the game, Monopoly board getting spun around The aim is to make us all dumb down Listen, yo, blood You see me in that woolly black hat, or up in that snapback Fuck with the cheese, make it snap like a rat trap Pussy's at top, make a pussy take her cat nap I don't give a fuck, when it's fucked, nigga that's that Run up in your yizzy with the strizzy Moving so shook, had niggas try'n'a leave through that cat flap No delivery when I arrive with that flat pack Bitches ain't twerkin' When I say we make it clap clap I remember JD, bad days I had that double barrel on my back, like it was a back pack Me and Bullet flying out the ends to go and grab straps Never had a whip, so the train, would catch that I'm around them niggas that boss it Gwaan with your fuckery Flip your wig back, like a fag pack If you're putting bands around paper, man will grab that I'm with them niggas with them triggas, hashtag that [Verse 4: SafOne] I ain't just saying it Manna grab the matti, hit the road, and get to spraying it These are my grounds, you likkle nerds, watch how you play in it Only balls round here, our product when we're weighing it Lookin' to stay in it Hot GTI, I just changed the plate on it Fam I fell in love with a grand, and duplicated it Just copped a Louis coat, I feel some type of way in it When it comes to tax man, I'm paying it Even (fucking) stop the tax man from saying shit CD on iTunes, new one I'm laying it And it's in the shops too, buy it if you're rating it So I'm like more money, pour Henney Fam, I'm smoking weed like it's 4/20 F-Sheez, it's amnesia, the strawberry S.A.B. man 'll war any [Verse 5: Ghetts] The day you turned your back on me I knew that you'd be back on me I'm used to back stabbers, you should see the back of me What the fuck's pain when you've embraced the agony Now they saying me and Mercs look alike So I'm just try'n'a make sure, that these bitches never harra' me Everywhere I go they analysing my anatomy Life in the fast lane, is Hamilton my last name? Whipping like Lewis while I'm listening to Anthony I'm in the club singing "No New Friends" Fingers crossed me and my old friends don't grow apart gradually Cause worst case scenario Friends be dropping like they're Kens over Barbie dolls And if your circles full of Action Men, then, you know the saying The right hand man should never leave your arm alone Pause, I got some problems that can't be solved Burnt bridges, broken friendship over half an O [Verse 6: Potter Paper] This weed has got me thinking 'bout my seed All the dons that need to bleed and all the shit that I've achieved And all the lies that they believe, like this life that they perceive And all them times I couldn't sleep All them nights I used to breach, so I could run wild on streets All them days, all them weeks All them years wasted it was peak But all the struggle that I seen Every screw that that took the piss 'Bout them visits, 'bout your kiss 'Bout my nan and 'bout my sis 'Bout them pissy stairs and lifts This ain't life G, it's a myth I need another spliff 'for all the wrongs that I done did And now I'm thinking 'bout a crib Now I'm thinking something big 'Bout my wife and 'bout some kids I'm weighing up shit, I'm staying up I'm weighing risks 'Bout my dons doing bids 'Bout my future and my past All the times that I took charge All them journeys on the sweaty See my life's stop and start That scrapping on the yard And them cold tales, on the run, hotels One on one, road sales Till it's all Hermes Gold belts 'bout coming up Like years behind the door by my own self Then I start thinking fuck the whole world Then I start thinking fuck the whole world If I said I got you then I had you If you ain't got me like I got you, I'd be mad too Thinkin' what I'm thinkin', but money's what it's back to Thinkin' I ain't eatin' right or sleepin' But this line it keeps beating G I gotta keep stacking Before they call me for a meeting or put me back on C-Wing Money to the ceiling, sleeping on sleeping on me How the fuck they sleeping? [Verse 7: Blizzard] I'm bringing something tasteful to the table Unsigned and uncensored, way too major for your label Back away when I talk words Because they way I do, it's fatal If you get close to where I am then you're unable to be stable People judge me all year and I'm awaiting my appraisal I just pray it isn't hateful, realness is what I cradle From May through to April, this ain't a fable I was corrupted by a devil, now I've been taken by an angel Last year I remained in the gutter state Couldn't afford to eat, so I just stayed looking underweight Metaphors full of hate Just confirmed another session, penciled in the London date The night I miss home and go back, can't fuckin' wait Smokin' more everyday, throat feeling ragga, getting para' But having bud but running out of tobacco Problems of a first world suburban teenager The I step out of it; a week later Now I'm back staring at this screen saver Wait, peeps say that I changed for the worst But it's not that, unless you've listened to the waves that I've rehearsed It's becoming more a solo session, making his verse I wanna buy my Mum a house, not ask for the change in her purse Dad not working till I'm laid in a hearse, I promise ya Never been in a gang, I'm a leader, not a follower I wouldn't wish my fam to have to visit a coroner And ID their son, shot for acting a warrior Picture of perfection, put a Parka into practice And I play with your perception I guess that's just part of my profession Plot the rain before I precipitate Guess the elements are in my possession Second EP took me in a different direction Listening to Floyd provoked my inception Need to make a lasting impression Since then experimenting's been my obsession Yo, listen up, one more To UK music I am a catalyst Star character in this, I am an asterisk Time to show you fuckers what the real disaster it Best engineer in the world couldn't master this It's sacrilege if you dispute what my talent is It's blasphemous, will result in something disastrous Being able to stand before me is.. Ya, you know what [Verse 8: Stormzy] Yo, yo, you niggas 'bout to make me bug out Clips in my lyrical sticks, I let it slug out Logged on to my twitter niggas talkin' about Kendrick Like I didn't drop some fire, don't think I let enough out Wait, give me a second to get my buzz out Killing everything, if you don't like it get the fuck out I stay calm, I'm like Fergie up in the dugout Got a badge for making bitches start busting when I say "bruk out" Anyway let's move it on 'Co' rappers got a point to prove and yeah that's cool But I am not the one to prove it on Killing everything in my sight, I get my shooting on Turn around and give 'em a second to run and move along And if you're still there, you're there at your own risk Hope these niggas die choking on their own spliffs That follow fashion flow, wanna be a rapper flow Killer open up the boot, and show them where the rappers go Cause Kendrick's bars gonna gas you niggas to your own graves What a damn shame, I ain't saying no names Tell the people there's a murder in this musical Corpse in my boot G, I organised the funeral Bones get your black suit Rico get your burners I'm getting ready, Uncle Stormz is gonna lead the service And these niggas only safe if I'm blessed with 'em If a nigga ain't, then he dies with the rest of 'em Look, I'm still talented, still no management Still do the work and the music, I still balance it Still master works on the Pagan, I still damage 'em Kill your favourite rapper with ease, so embarrassing Kill your favourite rapper on beats, I make a man of him Kill your favourite rapper with these, put my hands on him Nigga, Taylor said it already, my flow is Madeline Ask me 'bout your favourite rapper, I'm not a fan of him, pussy!