Back Again Freestyle
It's Deego
Jheeze
I'm back, and some never knew I started
Two decades ago my squad were dopest on the market
Mighty crew was the name anybody that ever heard of us
Knew the bars that we spat was lyrically hard and murderous
It was merciless swear down these statements are not perjurous
Peanut, Lovemore, Trixy, Beno
Bumper we were burglars
Broke into any garage riddim and we merked it up
No lies told trust me cuz we were certi blood
Gone our separate ways I guess we now all in our forties
My bars are still sick I might as well say that I'm doing poorly
Boil up ginger and lemon when you're listening to my ting
Immunise yourself coz these rappers do nothing for me
Ghetts, Kano, Wretch are the only bruddahs that i am checking
Plus some honerable mentions that's worthy of me respecting
I'm not at the bottom, in the order of the pecking
South east london SE4 of the border is what I'm repping, ughh
It's never too late to put on exhibits
My skill is quite clear and this habit I'll never kick it
Raised on the same block as bradley and shaun wright phillips
So when I set my goals and targets mans defo gonna hit it
Some folks surprised, thinking when did all this spitting happen
Before garage emceeing in my twenties I was rapping
New era now majority artists majorly capping
You ain't stabbing, trapping, clapping
But your lips certainly flapping, yea
I'm here to bring a fresh perspective to your listening
Leave you feeling blessed like my daughter at her christening
When I die I go to heaven thats why this sinner is grinning
I believe in the almighty don't call me christopher hitchens, woah
Huh, I'm clean and cold
Sutton like ice in a washing machine with Bold
It's the naked truth that's why I need my clothes
My dream is told when a million streams are sold
I tug of war with my flesh like heave and hoe
Wanna make some cheese and go, I knead the dough, ohh
Put me on a tour with stages for some wages gone for ages
Till my wifeys like please come home
Deego Anthonys the name to start ringing in your ear hole
It's weird doe, people doubt the skill hold my beer bro
Plus I do a bit of singing with some clear notes
It's been emotional it's ok to let the tears flow
Hold tight Mighty Crew
Hold tight my 80s babies
Yo, never forget the old school man
I'm an 80s baby what do you expect
Till next time
Just trying a ting
Jheeze
I'm back, and some never knew I started
Two decades ago my squad were dopest on the market
Mighty crew was the name anybody that ever heard of us
Knew the bars that we spat was lyrically hard and murderous
It was merciless swear down these statements are not perjurous
Peanut, Lovemore, Trixy, Beno
Bumper we were burglars
Broke into any garage riddim and we merked it up
No lies told trust me cuz we were certi blood
Gone our separate ways I guess we now all in our forties
My bars are still sick I might as well say that I'm doing poorly
Boil up ginger and lemon when you're listening to my ting
Immunise yourself coz these rappers do nothing for me
Ghetts, Kano, Wretch are the only bruddahs that i am checking
Plus some honerable mentions that's worthy of me respecting
I'm not at the bottom, in the order of the pecking
South east london SE4 of the border is what I'm repping, ughh
It's never too late to put on exhibits
My skill is quite clear and this habit I'll never kick it
Raised on the same block as bradley and shaun wright phillips
So when I set my goals and targets mans defo gonna hit it
Some folks surprised, thinking when did all this spitting happen
Before garage emceeing in my twenties I was rapping
New era now majority artists majorly capping
You ain't stabbing, trapping, clapping
But your lips certainly flapping, yea
I'm here to bring a fresh perspective to your listening
Leave you feeling blessed like my daughter at her christening
When I die I go to heaven thats why this sinner is grinning
I believe in the almighty don't call me christopher hitchens, woah
Huh, I'm clean and cold
Sutton like ice in a washing machine with Bold
It's the naked truth that's why I need my clothes
My dream is told when a million streams are sold
I tug of war with my flesh like heave and hoe
Wanna make some cheese and go, I knead the dough, ohh
Put me on a tour with stages for some wages gone for ages
Till my wifeys like please come home
Deego Anthonys the name to start ringing in your ear hole
It's weird doe, people doubt the skill hold my beer bro
Plus I do a bit of singing with some clear notes
It's been emotional it's ok to let the tears flow
Hold tight Mighty Crew
Hold tight my 80s babies
Yo, never forget the old school man
I'm an 80s baby what do you expect
Till next time
Just trying a ting
Credits
Writer(s): Darren Sewell
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