Lyrics Mad About Bars - S4-E23 PT 2 - Mixtape Madness, V9

Mad About Bars - S4-E23 PT 2

Jheez
M1OnTheBeat
Alright
Brigades
So if we’re gonna talk about some of the hardest rappers to come out of Hackney
M1OnTheBeat
Then look no further, it’s poppin' in Homerton
So for three and half years now, this platform’s been dedicated to showcasing
only the hardest in these London streets
Brigades
And best believe, V9 is definitely up there
Two waps like Lara Croft, I’m tomb raiding if I hear you got gwop
And if you get hit with this mop, that’s you cleaned off the streets
I’ll run man off like I stepped on shit, they’re running away, they taking the
piss
Grab that skeng, attack that kid, KO double tap 'till his gun go pink
Ching, I’ll use my blade upon him, I want man red and dead for redemption
I’m on double tappings and 'nappings, buss mans head, needs more than a napkin
They tried say I’m violent, okay, that’s great
Said I gotta take it easy, I’m like it is what it is
V9 too devilish, ching man’s dog for backing their owner
I’m old school like Motorola, bro sees rock like he’s doing up vodka
Kitchen whipping, freedom he’s risking
I’ll take that biscuit, cah I need them digits
.32 spins, I’ll ring it, Rambo knife, push it in him
I don’t know nuttin' 'bout chattings, I’m on the back road doing up stabbings
Trip up, get damaged, like I fell on the phone in my jacket
That night was tragic, he done a spinning reaper, what happened?
They can’t manage if I hop out the ride and clap it
I’m with SK talking 'bout murder, I want man gone, I want it urgent
Free my brothers and free my opponents
Back road, gang’s swerving, tryna put a young boy where the shirt is
Keep talkin' nonsense, it’s all in process, soon pull up and torch it
Civilians screaming, «oh shit», dot-dot come long like sword fish
Don’t get zoe tryna run, that’s horrid, trip up, watch the knife work flourish
Trip up, watch the knife work flourish (M1OnTheBeat)
And hand on my heart, I’m trying, I’m riding but them man ain’t dying
I’m sick of the way they’re surviving, split man’s head like Sylar
Pull up in silence, the look on their face, it’s priceless
Two shanks have knife him, catch him, drill him, why’s he crying?
Screaming and shouting in my ears all dying, skeng in my pocket,
this beef be frying
Opp block for a hour each, I call that perfect timing
Two balls on her fucking tongue, I call that seedy antics
Smoke man and fucking nap him, put him in the attic, where’s the bread?
Where’s the ransom?
Canadian girl, might press her, she said I’m slim, do more press ups
She don’t know that I’m carrying Goliath, one touch you is like One Punch Man
Fly out the car like Rob Van Dam, do it and dash, can’t stitch that *****
Two man up, that’s me and Abz, hand in my pouch, watch them man just dash
Venomous Bop and I pop, I’ll drop him, turn man’s skull to a bowl like spun it
I’m the Homerton Sensei, and don’t you forget it
I’m Bankai stepping, my Zangetsu real hellish
My Zangetsu real hellish (Ay, come here)
Brigades