Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mad About Bars - S4-E23 PT 2, artist - Mixtape Madness. Date of issue: 13.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |