Lyrics Darkside Freestyle - Ghetts

Darkside Freestyle

Oi Lewi, are you sick?
Yeah… G.H.
(Back on the darkside Shit)
Yeah, I’m back on the darkside shit
That’s right.
Ok.
(Wow…Woo)
Listen… Ok
SKOOM!
Different day, same shit…
I’m in the same whip getting rid of weight and grams
Many hate my plans
I swear down if any take a stand
I’ll tell Ace hold the semi straight and bang
I’ll seperate your gang, then generate a scam
Don’t ever shake my hand
You’re 22 and you ain’t ever made a grand
I can educate you fam
You seem silly?
Call me P. Diddy you’ll never make the band
Don’t come around here tryna demonstrate the slang
I devastate all featherweights…
My time I dedicate to fans
Let me take your hands, I’m smart with the bars
Got all the kids like when they take exams
I’m on a roll like sellotape from strands
Even when i commentate this nang
I celebrate everyday on this same said estate and jam
I know i had to get away from 'Ham
Back routes in a black coup
In my eyes see three in a black tracksuit
But if I’m running a bank scam it’s black suits
But I’m like Wretch though cos my dress codes never retro
Fresh to death so my ex wants me back but…
She better get used to me gone
'Cos i need my space like I’m truthfully Tom
And the way I do too many wrongs
She might stumble upon too many phones, too many girls
Too many doms thats what i’m usually on
On a regular my wife might go through my cellular
But she’s so real that I’ll never get rid of her
I can make an angel switch like Angelica
I don’t do trips for two to America
You think you’re clever huh?
I’m on the grind every semester…
I make music that’s secular, ask any magazine editor
I be doing this ting like nobody does it
Them boy there don’t exist on the register
I been the best since 2−5 and it’s due time
Niggas pay respect like when Proof died
Now it’s 2−7, I’m the UK’s new weapon
I couldn’t give a shit what you reckon
Don’t doubt me for even a few seconds
I ain’t got time for you peasants with no stage presence
I make more than an effort that’s why my foot’s so sore
And my T-shirt's wet full of sweat to get here I broke laws
120 on the clock like «Oh lord!»
Sticks on the waist incase there’s any road wars
Now I’m late
But the show don’t start until i’m through those doors
Quick let me take a trip back to '04
I was like «Ghetto!»
… They was like «Who?»
But you know what, that don’t happen no more
Why you wanna see ID when I’m V.I.P.
I’ll wear what i want
Like kids that dont care bout their parents response
I’m off the rails I told you before I’m a menace like Kano
So feds smile when i’m locked in a cell
But i scream «Free» like i done a song with Estelle
Man are on corners like shops and Patels
Make everybody sick my doctor as well…
That’s because I’m a popular male
I’ll stick my cock in a girl, yeah I’m X-rated
Like say i’m at the top of the shelf
I’ll be back with a banger like every other week
Back in the manor where many of us meet
In Plaistow, Greengate, P.R. Lane, Abbey Arms
Back up to Larch Close, you better back up you arsehole
Pack up and go back to Harlow, I got a shot like Ronaldo
(Wow)…
Precise at long range
So don’t come around here like your name holds weight
From where you come from it’s a long way…
Round here we hustle like Rick Ross
I’ll run up on a prick and make his chick watch
While I strip him…
And send him home with his clothes back to front
Something like Kris Kross!
I do my ting do yours, true stories i’ve been in a few wars
I do more, he came to my house, kicked in the glass
Next day i made him pay for a new door!
He ain’t a bad boy… i took man to the cash point
Fucking with me was a bad choice
You’re 28, why the fuck am i hearing your dads voice?!
I never knew you was that moist (Pussy!)
Some niggas flip when they sniff a split personality
Stick to the script… Cos i’ll be in the bits with a stick and a…
Black jacket, black hat to match it
You prats have had it, I’ll clap the 'matic
Unwrap the package, do the mathematics
I’ve got crack for the addicts, comebacks are rapid
So quick you could have an asthmatic panick
No shit how much of that could you manage?
You’re hopeless attached to a habit
Your brain cells will naturally vanish unnaturally damaged
You know the end has to be tragic
You can’t adapt to the baggage
Threaten me but i’ll be back with the ratchet
If it ain’t that i’ll attack you with acid
I’ll swing til' I’m knackered then capture the maggot
Now he’s trapped in the attic
Got more tools then Gary the mechanic
With a knife on the waistline, you can say bye to this planet!
Them niggas ain’t done no drive-by shootings
Watch when I buy my new ting
Nothing but nightlife cruising
If i see you on the sideline snoozing
You’ll have your hands in the air like a high five
Looking back in hindsight fumin'
You better get them size nines moving…
Or there’ll be a body in the pavement
Feds can’t find nobody for a statement
Back goes the shotty in the basement
Ain’t nuttin' stop me I’m blatant
When it comes to hospitals
I know nobody dont wanna be a patient
Laugh no more like comedy’s ancient
No jokes at all, it’s fun when I go to brawl
It’s done when I fold my tool
Over all I can hold the fort, I’ll poke 'em all
Fuck the police, it’s bait like say I’m on a bus with the heat
And I rush to
The last time the police put cuffs on my sleeves
I was beat down by a muscular chief
Face down on the curb, cuts on my cheek
Got to the station lumps on my knees
Who battered me?
That’s police brutality
Get them back that I’ll do happily, with a new strategy
How can the boys in blue manage me?
It’s humanity to want a huge salary like two grand a week
That’s true vanity, soon man will see they lose sanity…
G.H…Lewi White on the keys I does this yeah
Stupid!
(Yeah)
Freedom of Speech… wow
That means i say what the fuck i like!
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blahhhh
Lewi!
Let’s go…