Basement Freestyle

Yo right now, Skepta in the building!
Mashing!
Yeah, right now, Streetz Incarcerated DVD
Yeah i'm the muckiest
So I have to come and bless the camera
Right now, I wanna big up JME, I wanna big up
Eski-Boy, Trim, Roach, Jammer, Gun
Ranger, the whole family
Big up Big H and Bossman

Yo, read my lips
I'm onto the beef like bloods and crips
I'm a deep MC, so, take some tips
But don't beg friend
Try buy me chicken and chips
Keep your chicken and chips
Keep your barbeque chips rudeboy
I got a fizzy Fanta
Take two sips and I'ma keep on
Spitting 'til my top lip rips take a hint
I'ma keep spitting 'til Geeneus
Kicks me off Rinse
Might see me with an eastside prince
Might see me in a blue car with tints
Might see this monkey in the Ghetto
With no Trim, taking out the garbage
If I hear you chat breeze
I'll come to your ends
And cause Maximum Karnage
But who is it? It's me
Can't diss a man in my family tree
You'll get shanked in the chest
With my front door key
Then a box in the mout' with my back door key
Draw for the leng, kill an MC
I've got a black ski mask but I don't ski
And if you diss Roachy or JME
I will come to your set like - "What
Rudeboy? Who is it? Who is it?"
Everybody gets sprayed
I'm a hit man but I don't get paid
Two bullets in a wastemans' skin-fade
Leave red stains on his
Clothes like cherryade
Brand new duppies have to get made
Make your head-top explode like grenade
If you wanna draw for the blade
I'll be like - "Nah rudeboy, what
D'ya mean, what d'ya mean, w-"
Nah, but, what d'ya mean, you fool?
Go on then, go on then, draw for the tool
Think that you're hard but
You're soft like wool
I'll lick a man in the jaw side with a stool
I'm a shower-faced man but I still look cool
White gold chain and an iced-out jewel
But they couldn't jack me because
I'm not Ja Rule
Nah rudeboy, what d'ya mean, w-?
Nah, nah, what d'ya mean, you dick?
Go on then, go on then, draw for the stick
Think that you're hard but you're
Just a likkle prick
Lick a man in the jawside with a brick
I'm a shower-faced man but I still look sick
White gold chain on my neck looks sick
J-jack who? You must be taking the mick
Nah rudeboy, what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean
What d'ya mean

Streetz Incarcerated DVD yeah, brap!
Oi, nah, serious thoughyeah, look
Out for my album, look
Out for Jamie's album, Jammer's
Album, Eski-Boy's album, roll Deep album
Go and cop yourself a copy brap, brap, brap!

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