Practice Hours 2 Freestyle

[President T] Yeah, take a rest, how long you been spitting? I took a slight interest He's got his eyes on a new Type-S But your mum's head is filling with a bag of stress One outrageous mess I suggest you settle for a bag of sess Because all that swag emceeing didn't impress, didn't impress Back inna my face, I can't believe he has come Back inna my face If I ever told you the case, you'd say President Why you let a gun to his face? Tiny bit of beef, and it was a girl who put a gun to his face If I ever showed you his dump of a place It's so messy you wouldn't see an inch of space Now, when he come around like he don't know President T, bigger than the game I mean, 'nuff of these MC guys wanna be bigger than the game He didn't even get a two's of a cig inna the game Hey Rudi(?), nuff greys get digging in the game Even his pirate station rig could get suck inna the game He must be taking the piss, all you fighters shook inna the game All this talk about cutting up scores and P's? He ain't shot no rock inna the game Hey Rudi(?), President T will Glock inna the game Kill off Killy! Test Pres T, you get kill off killy! President T on the wing UKG man are really in a swing Manna play that shit with a rump-a-bum-ting Nah, why I wan fi talk bout fling(?) I'm the one night king Come to bust right in Make sure they get a bet right in cus HM lyrics I'm writing How much dough they carrying? But like still, they're like tin, so they better pack it in Jack it in, man'll dash and trash his life in the bin And his flow is dying so he better stop trying Take his ex, don't think that I'm buying in a held up prison I ain't lying, locked inna my cell all day, no crying Weather's too hot, I'm frying Early release, Pres T is applying Love to laugh and joke If I was you, I would've laughed and joked Look in his pocket, can't see enough for a can of Coke Talk about ganja? Go buy a single if you wanna smoke Hey geez, where you come from? All this sloppy emceeing, all this sleaze I'd rather listen to an hour of coughing and sneeze MC properly, I don't want fi hear no coughing and sneeze President T finds out he ain't got enough for a toasted ham on cheese I make 'nuff of these MCs look like toasted ham on cheese Test Pres T, you get kill off killy! Smack him in the nose bridge, kill off killy Get kill of killy! [Big H] My cats pipe sniff O's on a night shift Fuck a skunk zoot, nah they wanna white spliff Shit I don't spit, nah man, I flip the coke So you won't see me for less than a fifty note Damn, that ain't even deep that's just vocals The real H got cats ODin' on snowballs Fuck you criminals, I'm the real convict That will get your ribcage sprayed and your lungs hit 'Cus I'm old school, fuck a phone call My man there got the chrome, yo so it's cool We dig graves and hide bodies in alleyways So you'll get reported missing like you ran away 'Cus I quick draw, any time I see war Leave bullets.... aww.... shit... I'm the type of nigga these rappers can not deal with Pull the strap out on the same niggas you chill with Clap him in the knee like, fuck it he'll live 'Cus I'm not fake, nah these roads are real, kid And I'm on the street so what you sayin'? If there's any beef, you'll think Tottenham's playin' But don't be stupid, this ain't no Spurs game I'm a warhead, gunshots my first name I keep the steal palms clapped when there's real arms I will murk man and still stay chill calm You niggas just rot on the block Never gonna pick up no rock or a Glock Me, I got everything, coke, crack, heroin You ain't never been out the ends or done anything Shit, I got hoes up north, for real And they getting low of course Deep throat feel like your boning her thoughts At anytime, though, they'll dispose of your corpse I ain't hide the fact that I sold crack Man I push the benz, bait, no tax I take you back to them cold flats When I was serving frontline road cats Thieves got slaughtered, just for being awkward Coke got ordered, crossed across borders Tools got traded Yardies got raided You niggas are faded...