In the Ring Freestyle
Yeah I see man jumping from artist to artist
Gimmie targets to arson
I'm asking for carnage
Back then you were still garbage
But you can't help but creep cos
I am the hardest
See I was born in Ealing
Back here gangs never got bored of eating
You don't know what my man caught me seeing
Nine years told carrying a sword is easy
You don't know about no chicken shops
You don't know bout sitting wit the cops
So why yours accent changed
You ain't from here
You ain't even seen mum struggle on the block
Listen yeah ops wanna take my position
You don't roll with gang you're fibbing
I see privilege man got given
Come thru with ya boy
You'll get slapped up with him
No happy
Clowns wanna chat so gassy
When your bird got pipe
Man got flappy
Talk talk talk
Still no figures
Cos you ain't on money
You ain't got dinner
You ain't got food
You ain't no winner
You ain't on gal
You ain't no sinner
I got bare man running they mouth
Till dey clock on the mic ima murderous killer
Now murder on the scene
Dead MC's
Roll wit the op
Man get cleaned
Pawns on the board and they fall off
Man I am relentless,
No time to been seen
My team finna pull up if you
Touch try me wit the left right
You ain't got arms to be swinging
Ask Carlos
You ain't bad who you bringing
You ain't got clips
But a hole to be digging
I can still write trap
But your girl wants singing
Call that yacht
Get slops from ringing
You ain't got drip
Ima drop you innit
Man Fuck your squad ima pop you wid him
Anybody wanna clash me
Now's is your time
Fire shots out ima fire in line
Ears burn when they talk bro I was that guy
Everybody wanna try till it all back fires
Man it's all gonna flip cos I ain't gonna stop
Go get a grip
Go get a job
Fuck your clip man
I don't hear wanna no chat about guns
While you run wit the op
Boy come to the shop
You don't come here a lot
I'm unarmed we box
I'm a thundering ox
I'm another nutter
And I'm gunna reach the top
Said I ain't gonna stop wot
Bare man wanna tap that
Grab that while she doing that gun lean
All fours on the floor giving ugly
Make a man act so clumsy
Oops don't try and front me
If your girl wants a ride yeah
I'm sitting front seat
Wot make the whole room jumpy
When you fall off like Humpty Dumpty
We got different goals
I fuck different hoes
An my riddims cold
I'll have millions sold
In my lifetime
If you wanna see me as an enemy
My bars are a bullet in a big one I'm letting go
Fire fire
Turned to the bad guy
Soon as I clocked you were pagan
Still watch but you don't really rate him
They still feel pity for the guy that's faking
Yeah my guy I was born in the gutter
Actually born in the gutter
On a council estate
Shotta found it again
So we're bound to escape
Now I gotta make paper any way I know
Haters wanna battle come through let's go
My motive is a real ting ready set go
That's that green light when I'm incognito
That's that green light when I'm incognito
Catties wanna hit my line
Fuck it man tell her don't waste my time
Fuck it man tell her don't waste my time
Catty what
Haters tell me ima short ass
But isn't this your Marge
Touching on me hard
While I'm touching on this fourth bar
Gimmie targets to arson
I'm asking for carnage
Back then you were still garbage
But you can't help but creep cos
I am the hardest
See I was born in Ealing
Back here gangs never got bored of eating
You don't know what my man caught me seeing
Nine years told carrying a sword is easy
You don't know about no chicken shops
You don't know bout sitting wit the cops
So why yours accent changed
You ain't from here
You ain't even seen mum struggle on the block
Listen yeah ops wanna take my position
You don't roll with gang you're fibbing
I see privilege man got given
Come thru with ya boy
You'll get slapped up with him
No happy
Clowns wanna chat so gassy
When your bird got pipe
Man got flappy
Talk talk talk
Still no figures
Cos you ain't on money
You ain't got dinner
You ain't got food
You ain't no winner
You ain't on gal
You ain't no sinner
I got bare man running they mouth
Till dey clock on the mic ima murderous killer
Now murder on the scene
Dead MC's
Roll wit the op
Man get cleaned
Pawns on the board and they fall off
Man I am relentless,
No time to been seen
My team finna pull up if you
Touch try me wit the left right
You ain't got arms to be swinging
Ask Carlos
You ain't bad who you bringing
You ain't got clips
But a hole to be digging
I can still write trap
But your girl wants singing
Call that yacht
Get slops from ringing
You ain't got drip
Ima drop you innit
Man Fuck your squad ima pop you wid him
Anybody wanna clash me
Now's is your time
Fire shots out ima fire in line
Ears burn when they talk bro I was that guy
Everybody wanna try till it all back fires
Man it's all gonna flip cos I ain't gonna stop
Go get a grip
Go get a job
Fuck your clip man
I don't hear wanna no chat about guns
While you run wit the op
Boy come to the shop
You don't come here a lot
I'm unarmed we box
I'm a thundering ox
I'm another nutter
And I'm gunna reach the top
Said I ain't gonna stop wot
Bare man wanna tap that
Grab that while she doing that gun lean
All fours on the floor giving ugly
Make a man act so clumsy
Oops don't try and front me
If your girl wants a ride yeah
I'm sitting front seat
Wot make the whole room jumpy
When you fall off like Humpty Dumpty
We got different goals
I fuck different hoes
An my riddims cold
I'll have millions sold
In my lifetime
If you wanna see me as an enemy
My bars are a bullet in a big one I'm letting go
Fire fire
Turned to the bad guy
Soon as I clocked you were pagan
Still watch but you don't really rate him
They still feel pity for the guy that's faking
Yeah my guy I was born in the gutter
Actually born in the gutter
On a council estate
Shotta found it again
So we're bound to escape
Now I gotta make paper any way I know
Haters wanna battle come through let's go
My motive is a real ting ready set go
That's that green light when I'm incognito
That's that green light when I'm incognito
Catties wanna hit my line
Fuck it man tell her don't waste my time
Fuck it man tell her don't waste my time
Catty what
Haters tell me ima short ass
But isn't this your Marge
Touching on me hard
While I'm touching on this fourth bar
Credits
Writer(s): Luciano Stefano Anagnostopoulos
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