KISS Grime Freestyle with Rude Kid
## Freestyle

[PK - 0:36]
We're like YGG, G, we're like YGG
G, we're like YGG, everybody knows my team YGG
Had your girl pinging off my BB, we got the swag locked from the head to the feet
Everybody knows my team, my team, my team, my team YGG
And again-gain we're like YGG, G we're like YGG
Tracksuit styley like YGG, everybody knows my team YGG
Had your girl pinging off my BB, we got the swag locked from the head to the feet
Everybody knows my team, my team, my team, my team YGG
Yo, curling everyday, call me Curlos
Don't wanna text me back? Oh well, that's her loss
That girl, she thinks she's buff, so I told her bredrin come
'Cause I want to have some fun, get the frenchies off put it in her guts, like
YOSHO when I'm curling-los, flex on 'dem with my goldilocks
Why'd you think they call me Curlos? Bandana on head, ganged off to the socks
All of the gyaldem love me lots, but some of them gyal don't wash their crotch
So I just say I want some top, sloppy top that's wob in gob
I know a girl her brain's insane, but I don't mean in a crazy way
I mean her brain's insane, it makes my right leg shaky shake
When I give her a facial mask I'm, repeating the task, I'm having a blast
Put my boxers on then laugh, PK, Curlos, Bad Ombré
[Saint P - 1:43]
Oh oh, siddy Saint, oh oh kay okay, yeah
I know you're not bad so, why'd you talk like that? Ahh
All my singles play, man don't wanna grind
Actors doing play, cast them man away
Have 'em doing kway
I was like oh, got 5000 bars, not an O
See me with who might see me with bro
Like oh my, oh, got 5000 bars, not an O
See me with who might see me with bro
Come to your show then I lock off the show
Siddy Saint, and he's still about cake tryna really get paid
Had my belly on red, frontline dishing out haze
Difficult days tryna make my name squared, doing features giving out A's
Yeah siddy got game, gyal are like "Saint that's a brilliant name"
I just give her willy and, then I ghostwrite off like MIK
See what I mean I paint pics like William Blake
Ride for mine like Lily and James, flow wiz like Sirius Black
Back on a mission Samurai sid-d-d-ain't Jack on a case
This time round no delay, gyal want me round theirs I figured about 8
Now I got gyal on my case 'cah I hear about late

[Lyrical Strally - 2:36]
I said I'm tryna be caking, even though I'm lazy like Shikamaru
It's just cah' I'm always baking, I'm Gordon in the kitchen it's flaming
I'm, tryna get slice like pizza or, give me the cheese I'll grate it
Save my money like I'm Swiss or Asian, tryna get hard dough like a Jamaican
I ain't a flour man but you know self-raising, always in the box like raisins
Strally's in the mix like batter in a basin, you don't wanna get battered I'll chase him
Make a man run like Asics trainers, babycakes on cakes it's amazing
Gyal give me cake I don't chase it, tryna get a babycakes but I won't chase it like lazy jakes
Tryna be caked in cake so I'll play my cards right like Crazy Eight
I'm tryna get cake and bread and Treble that like the bass on Clef
We ain't taking steps, we're 3 of a kind no baby steps
L S T but it ain't St. Louis, lyrical stick but it ain't gluey
You can say I'm tryna get paper 'til I got a picky afro like Huey
L S T but it ain't St. Louis, lyrical stick but it ain't gluey
You can say I'm tryna get paper 'til I got a picky afro like Huey
Like L S T but it ain't St. Louis, lyrical stick but it ain't gluey
You can say I'm tryna get paper 'til I got a picky afro like Huey
So, I'm tryna save trees, and save the world like Huey
Cah, I've been smart from young, but I never had a fat head like Stewie
Bill a fat head of the cheese, bluey, food, kick, chop suey
True say I roll with samurai Chinese guys, you can get a Hong Kong Phooey
So don't bite my flow, you can tell my man it ain't chewy
Stop right there go buss that U-ey, [?]
[PK - 3:57]
Stuck in a genjutsu that's you, I can tell by your eyes 'cause you look confused
I've got flows like I pick and choose, I'm flames on the mic like Amaterasu
Stuck in a genjutsu that's you, I can tell by your eyes 'cause you look confused
I've got flows like I pick and choose, I'm flames on the mic like Amaterasu
Stuck in a genjutsu that's you, I can tell by your eyes 'cause you look confused
I've got flows like I pick and choose, I'm flames on the mic like Amaterasu
That's a next voodoo I'm a evil yout, burn man's flesh, oh what a stench
Leave man under the ground like tube, third degree burns all over your chest
Stop thinking you're hench, come against me you're due to get drenched
Kick man down if you're acting rude, tings get sticky in the CAM
[?] like strawberry Yazoo, I'd hate to be in your kind of shoes
Now tell me cuz who's gonna save you, now you're holding your belly
Howling to the moon like a hungry wolf
Like see me in the rave or see me in the show, touch the mic then I say YOSHO
Touch the mic then I say YOSHO
(*Reload*)
Big tune selecta can you pull up that, saw your girl with the fat back we'll have that
If she's got a fat back then I will tap that, and you coulda said nothing 'cause you would get slapped
YOSHO, can you pull up that, saw your girl with the fat back we'll have that
If she's got a fat back then I will tap that, and you coulda said nothing 'cause you would get slapped
Like you don't wanna see PK get wham, 'cause I'll start bullying man
My uncle got the transit van, throw you in the back yeah man call that one kidnap
Like you don't wanna see PK get wham, 'cause I'll start bullying man
My uncle got the transit van, throw you in the back yeah man call that one kidnap
Oi don't chat 'cause, I'll be quick to react, fam you'll end up on the mat with your face all smashed
Manna got a broken head like Matt, Hardy yeah like
Oi don't chat, I'll be quick to react, fam you'll end up on the mat with your face all smashed
Manna got a broken head like Jeff, Hardy yeah like
Oi don't chat 'cause, I'll be quick to react, fam you'll end up on the mat with your face all smashed
Got a broken head like Matt, said he got a broken head like Jeff
(*Reload*)
What we tell them?
Come on
K O double F, K O double F, what we drinking
K O double F, K O double F, K O double F, (hyphen hyphen)
K O double F (hyphen E), K O double F, (hyphen hyphen), K O double F (hyphen E)
I don't drink no tea it's strictly coffee, that's what makes me a great MC
Oi don't chat 'cause, I'll be quick to react, fam you'll end up on the mat with your face all smashed
Got a broken head like Matt, but you got a broken head like Jeff
Delete that yute straight off of the ends, with stitches all over your head
Covered in red, now you wanna whinge and moan to the ref
Illegal tings like pebs and skengs, UFC when I tell 'em broke levz
Nah, elbow straight to your head, I suggest you don't get me vex
On the mic invincible I got a golden prem, King YOSHO when I bar
I'm undefeated, in a clash with them, off with their head like [?]
Camden backroads where you don't go 'cause the mandem are anti, very loco
Got a hot head out for the bread and dough, snatch your leg let's take that go
Let that go in a CAM we keep it sho, tings get done like a slippery slope
Getting me cross like Tic Tac Toe, man can't rollover me he'll get smoked
Turn man's head into beans and toast, scramble your head when I fry that yolk
You should know my flow is cold, so cold manna call this flow Moscow
Man better wear their warmest coat 'cah man just know
When I enter the show I get a reload, man can't go against King YOSHO
[Saint P - 7:06]
Hard from the start no I don't ease in, I'm in the ends and I don't mean New Zealand
Saint P I'm friends with a few demons, I rep YGG to the world and back
And if you rep that as well pledge your alleigance
Wake up wait how am I feeling, text that girl in the morning and line some nectar for the evening
Hard from the start I don't ease in, I'm in the ends and I don't mean New Zealand
Saint P I'm friends with a few demons, I rep YGG to the world and back
And if you rep that as well pledge your alleigance
Wake up wait how am I feeling, text that girl in the morning and line some nectar for the evening
Man, line up their head like a mohikan, they want a girl like Michelle Keegan
I need a girl with some more season, accustomed to the English weather I shower in every season
(*Reload*)
Hard from the start no I don't ease in, I'm in the ends and I don't mean New Zealand
Saint P I'm friends with a few demons, I rep YGG to the world and back
And if you rep that as well pledge your alleigance
Wake up wait how am I feeling, text that girl in the morning and line some nectar for the evening
Man line up their head like a mohikan, they want a girl like Michelle Keegan
I need a girl with some more season, accustomed to the English weather I shower in every season
I move, like a ninja on stage Naruto couldn't believe this
Small circle can't let any enemies in, MCs wanna do these things that I do
What's that achieving, for that teething you'll get a chiefing
I'm in the rave and I snuck trees in, I'm in the club on a hunt for the pumps
And I ain't leaving before I catch one decent, beat then I leave 'em I can't keep 'em
Wait ain't that your girlfriend not even, I swear that's your girlfriend not even
One of them any tings manna beating, it's not a keeping these hoes ting
G code ting manna live by, 6 foot slim not a big guy
But I've got a big heart man said he gets darker than midnight
I get darker than my future cars, windows, I'm a tint man, so dark man can't tell I'm inside
But for now I got a big bike, and when I skid by don't get hype
Oh the bottom of my creps kiss mine, or I'll smash a bottle on your head about a fist fight
Yeah 'cause I see you when your chick shines
You know what the chick's like but, you should know all these young ghetto kids like
Snapchat your chick now your chick's mine

[Lyrical Strally - 9:02]
Yo, yo, why's man acting hard, you're not hard, don't try start, you ain't got heart
Or, maybe you're just smart, 'cah you can talk all that madness
'Til you get bagged like a shopping cart, don't want it with the lyrical clip star
If you want I'm down for a link up, yo, I was like
Yo, why's man acting hard, you're not hard, don't try start, you ain't got heart
Or, maybe you're just smart, 'cah you can talk all that madness
'Til you get bagged like a shopping cart, don't want it with the lyrical clip star
If you want I'm down for a link up, we can go bar for bar
Mmm, call me the lyrical black sheep I've got bars after bars
Your man's tune get's played but it's after ours and I'll be laughing last
Tryna get cream like Haagen-Dazs, I've got new Nike creps on my feet
So you won't see a Van there like Sar, L S but it ain't Louis Saha
Said L S but it ain't Leroy Sané this is man's city you can't come round our way
YGG, we bring the coffee, call us the creme de la creme like latte
Like Leroy Sané this is man's city you can't come round our way
YGG, we bring the coffee, call us the creme de la creme like latte
But it ain't Leroy Sané this is man's city you can't come round our way
YGG, we bring the coffee, call us the creme de la creme like latte
I'm still going on blazay, like what is there that I can't say
Mmm, and what can I unsay, MCs get roasted like Sunday
Or, manna get twined and left on the pathway, Zulu Warrior from Zimbabwe
I'm from kway just call that far away, and when I'm in my zone, you can't step on my Zone 2 like Narsty
I'm tryna get stripes, you're Naruto tryna be hokage
So I, smoke weed 'til my eyes red like Sasuke
Lyrical teeth, call me Kasane(?), lyrical slug woulda thought that I rolled with Sanada(?)
Defend my team like Dante, I've got too many bars and they don't stop going like Kanté
3 MCs wanna stop man I'll dribble through them like Mané
And I'll dribble through them like Sadio, this is ETS' flow, I won't lie though
Be a hero, don't try bro, or I'll splash man like Suigetsu
Tryna avoid the splash like a lido, my art come like Psy
I paint pictures but I don't use biro and I'll still eff your wife like Tyrone
Red like Itachi, they don't want me to switch like Sakura
Test LS ain't got enough chakra, don't fuck with my Madara
It ain't black and white like manga, I'll bring kung fu without the panda
Moving like Rock Lee Gate Five, call me the sensei I'm that guy
Sword and a shield, Zulu Warrior not Susano
I might aim for your eye like Danzo or Deidara, cause a big bang like Hiroshima
You can call me Hashirama, smoke leaf in the village but it ain't Hidden
Zoot got a red head like Gaara, yours is sandy like the Sahara

[PK - 11:18]
Plotting on man, how you gonna plot against a badman without a good plan
Can't come against man you must've gone mad, I'll rub man out like a genie lamp
Plotting on man, how you gonna plot against a badman without a good plan
Can't come against man you must've gone mad, I'll rub man out like a genie lamp
Plotting on man, how you gonna plot against a badman without a good plan
Can't come against man you must've gone mad, I'll rub man out like a genie lamp
Wish death on man and I'll come right back yeah, I'm a little man but I'm a grown man
So don't be shocked if I scrap your dad, been on this ting from long way back
Can't plot on man 'cause your plan will fail, can't plot on man 'cause I won't have that
Pull, up with your gang now you're acting prang now, he's on the roads like Van Damme
5 star throat slash no coming back, your likkle dreams ain't matching mans
Deeper flow that you can't understand yeah that's my plan
Oi don't chat 'cause, I'll be quick to react, fam you'll end up on the mat with your face all smashed
Manna got a broken head like Matt, Hardy yeah like
Oi don't chat, I'll be quick to react, fam you'll end up on the mat with your face all smashed
Manna got a broken head like Matt, Hardy
Cah, cah, I am the Camden lad, see me on the frontline, Camden lad
Chilling with the mandem, Camden lad, drawing the gyal, I'm a Camden lad
I'm a C L C L, Camden lad, see me on the frontline, Camden lad
Chilling with the mandem, Camden lad, drawing the gyal, I'm a  Camden lad
I'm like, what do you think this is, if you chat shit then you will be pissed
If I come thru with my uncle [?] then I kick man's wig like I'm Ibrahimovic
Or I'll spin man's head when I'm with Travis, dem man are shook they start to panic
Third eye open yeah I win, so I see through him he's a likkle victim
I don't wanna put my hands on him like, Homer Simpson I'll strangle him
You don't believe me better place that bet, chip's on the table I'm gambling
[?] on the face what a joker he's crumbling, if he runs ten toes then I'm catching him
Olé olé, the sound of the, Mexicans with me, amigos that are stamping him
I'll rush man like I got waves on my head and you know say that I am the wave captain
Me and Mezzical, we've been gallivanting, getting it in with a Bristol ting
I'll rush man like I got waves on my head and you know say that I am the wave captain
Me and Mezzical, we've been gallivanting, getting it in with a Bristol ting
Bristol ting and she's got nice skin, of course, so we drew that back real quick
Did she have a fat backs? Of course she did, ask Hazzyman, he was doing his ting
I know what you're thinking, who mashed it but, none of my mandem are gonna snitch
Anyway, so we like them saucy chicks them, gyal with the big tits and the big lips
With the fat backs just to compliment it and, ask your girl she likes to hold my hand
Not my fault your girl wants a real man, press your girl she come like my iPad
No one can samba, samba like I can, ay carumba, who wants to test man
Ay carumba, who wants to test man, leng man down with the mic in my right hand

[Saint P - 13:33]
I'm from Camden around here we don't wear crocs
One time I got [?] had holes in my socks
Other day I copped my bro Lacoste flip flops
[?] and I reached that spot
At the top likkle dons wanna teef my flow 'cause I floss when I teef my flow 'cause it's flossy
She's bossy, you're a victim to the powers [?]
But eff that me I just make her go down like an Aussie, anti I'm dodgy
Can't eff with me or the posse, that's all costly, you know I'm great like Tony the Tiger
You know Tony told me I'm frosty, try take you in but you lost me
And man wanna dodge me like bumper cars, I see you stunting hard
You'll get, sat on your ass like a donkey, oh my, oh my, oh
Ten toes or seg-mode surfing manna get bun when I roll by
Convos with Homer about dough, on road you ain't learning, making no notes
I don't know about you I want loads, they'll be [?] more I'm level 2.0
Still roll to shows with a trackie like Joe, put him in the sky just like a new drone
Dead ting no filter, face like a pitbull, keeps on barking my phone but I don't want a bone
God mode Don Corleone you're a newbie, coming like bangs not Nokia I'm unruly
Boys in the hood got the train running like rookie, slew me? You can't
Cah' your bars need milk, can't put him in shape like smoothie
I, I, I bang, copy man that's uncool like Bantzz, them bruddahs eat ham
On my ends they can't jam, I get dark you get tanned like
Like, like, I bang, copy man that's uncool like Bantzz, them bruddahs eat ham
On my ends they can't jam, I get dark you get tanned
I, I, I, I see, what you're trying to be is a G, what you're trying to do I've done
Who you're trying to be I am, I know it's all mad, now I see
You're just trying to compete with me, while you're trying to compete with a man
We're busy bringing the K-O-double F-E, that's S-A, S-A-I-N-T
I dropped the P flow still locked to a T, you couldn't be like me in your wildest dream
You were living in the wildest dream, what was you smoking
I've got the loudest cheese, 10 out of 10 like Downing Street
Said he wants war, flows too weak, book my team better know it's not
Thought you was a farda didn't you son, turned on tops didn't you run
Now you can't walk by yourself on the sun, so in McDeez you got slapped, coulda got bun
That's no fun, catch him in Hamley's that woulda been worlds of fun
You [?] you don't want none, this bubble in your mouth won't taste like gum
Spoonfeed clowns like taste this steel, manna doing deals on a three pound meal
Feeling like I'm Uma killing these Bills, don't shot brown still tryna get
Meals
I don't chat Jill, from that top of the hill spot, [?] run me some water
[?] set it's no sauna, I say sauce like korma
Thought you was a big man cause you got a six pack
Well I've got a friend called Osama the barber
He'll push your wig back
You don't wanna see what he's got in the gym bag
Think you was a big man cause you got a six pack
Well I've got a friend called Osama the barber
He'll push your wig back
You don't wanna see what he's got hidden in the gym bag
I was like, I was like, hold that, whiplash, I was like, hold on, wait there
'Til the last time you got your wig splat, you don't want a repeat of that mismatch
If I lick a shot at your head I won't miss man, nobody's gonna miss man
Me and the riddim are in sync, quicksand, not like JT call me out, that's mythical
Mystical won't ring back, you got a wonky head please I'll fix that
Lift that, ollie ollie ollie I'll volley and drop kick that
I don't shot but they holla me for the piff bag, give a likkle, get a
Big man, I'm a big man but I'm not 6 foot 6 akh, I'm 6 foot 2 still growing
Still growing

[Lyrical Strally - 16:16]
L-S, L-S striker, but, I'm an MC sweeper
On Soundcloud I'm a playmaker, control the midfield from deeper
Only girls in my DMs, I don't care if she ain't a keeper
And I don't care about her man, cah' I make a big man Crouch like Peter
L-S, L-S striker, but, I'm an MC sweeper (*Reload*)
On Soundcloud I'm a playmaker, control the midfield from deeper
L-S, L-S striker, but, I'm an MC sweeper
L-S, L-S striker, but, I'm an MC sweeper
Yo, L-S, L-S striker, but, I'm an MC sweeper
On Soundcloud I'm a playmaker, control the midfield from deeper
Only girls in my DMs, I don't care if she ain't a keeper
And I don't care about her man, cah' I make a big man Crouch like Peter
L-S, L-S striker, but, I'm an MC sweeper
On Soundcloud I'm a playmaker, control the midfield from deeper
Only girls in my DMs, I don't care if she ain't a keeper
And I don't care about her man, cah' I make a big man Crouch like Peter
L-S, L-S striker, MCs get blazed like Matuidi
Tekkers on manual like Lanzini, man wanna bread, what a panini
Goku's wife, them man are Chi-Chi, I'm the lyrical streezy
That's why your girls on my balls, she can get the sack, like Manuel Pellegrini
L-S, L-S striker, MCs get blazed like Matuidi
Tekkers on manual like Lanzini, man wanna bread, what a panini
Goku's wife, them man are Chi-Chi, I'm the lyrical streezy
That's why your girls on my balls, she can get the sack, like Manuel Pellegrini
Yo, girl got the sack just like Pellegrini, tekkers on manual like Lanzini
Heads warm I'm tryna get off your beanie, winning headers like Maldini
Tryna get Taka without the cheeky, name ain't Mister but when I spray it's Sheeny
And, you can't sweep me, Left Striker I'll strike it cleanly
And my local team is Brentford, so I move corrupt like Platini
Defend my team just like Umtiti, Um to the Vooboo going on greazy
Play midfield like Mafuba, rub my pot like I'm smoking a genie
Tryna finesse all the yats, but I keep getting young adds like Jeezy
L-S, L-S striker, five star skill moves, five star weak foot
On your left shoulder like Demon, and imma send shots for no reason
L-S, L-S striker, five star skill moves, five star weak foot
On your left shoulder like Demon, and imma send shots for no reason
Left Striker always in the box, not six yards, your girlfriend's box
After, I gotta shoot off, milkshake in the morning like [?]
Left Striker always in the box, not six yards, your girlfriend's box
After, I gotta shoot off, milkshake in the morning like [?]
If I'm injured I might need a crutch, not my leg, your girlfriend's crutch
After, I gotta get lunch, give her the monster, I don't munch
If I'm injured I might need a crutch, not my leg, your girlfriend's crutch
After, I gotta get lunch, give her the monster, I don't munch
Left Striker I'm tryna get snatch, not Statham, your girlfriend's snatch
After, I'm baking amm, get bun in the morning like bap
Left Striker I'm tryna get snatch, not Statham, your girlfriend's snatch
After, I'm baking amm, get bun in the morning like

[PK - 19:04]
Righteous lion inside the ride not shy when I spray my bars I spray with pride
Don't care if your inside or outside on a, cloudy day yeah I'm that
Righteous lion inside the ride not shy when I spray my bars I spray with pride
Don't care if your inside or outside on a, cloudy day yeah I'm that
Righteous lion inside the ride not shy when I spray my bars I spray with pride
Don't care if your inside or outside on a, cloudy day yeah man get sky
Like a, rollercoaster, ay carumba, what a surprise you're going on a flight
I hope you're not scared of heights, sit tight, cah you're in for a bumpy ride
And you girlfriend she wants a, bumpy ride, she wants to know what I'm doing tonight like
"Yo PK if you've got spare time, can you come round mine I wanna show you something that you might like"
Silly girl she thinks she's sly I, think it's time she, wants the pipe
So I, grab my coat with the furry hood, young Simba
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay carumba, who's that girl there with the big bumper
More time me and the mandem wonder, me I set pace 'cause I ain't no fronter
Ay, ay, ay carumba, who's that girl there with the big bumper
More time me and the mandem wonder, me I set pace 'cause I ain't no fronter
Looney Tunes, [?], can't take shots in my cowboy hat
Know what it is when I'm riding out, I changed my costume dressed in black
Bury MCs six feet in the ground, Undertaker I'll take man down
Tombstone piledriver what now, now this boy's got a broken crown
Looney Tunes, [?], can't take shots in my cowboy hat
Know what it is when I'm riding out, I changed my costume dressed in black
Bury MCs six feet in the ground, Undertaker I'll take man down
Tombstone piledriver what now, now this boy's got a broken crown
King YOSHO when I spit I frown, I touch the mic and the crowd goes wild
YOSHO when I YOSHO that's me, them man there wanna be my child
Them man there wanna copy my steeze, got styles for them it's blatantly
I'll merk man live on the TV, BBC One Children in Need
Manna got a chesty cough, man wanna ask "PK what's wrong?"
Looney Tunes like "what's up darg?" I'm Elmer Fudd I spit like a pump
I, already said I'll make a boy jump but, this new one will make a boy hop and scotch
Lying you know you can't clash this don, can't manage me like Jurgen Klopp
Can't keep up now your face is red like Liverpool's top
And, I've got bars that are big like oak
I'm, radioactive I'm that don, when I'm confident everyting gets long
I'll throw man around just like a ping pong cah my bars are strong like an elephant's trunk
[?] man get stepped on
Wanna act bare hard rudeboy steady on, mind how you talk rudeboy where you from
No point tryna act bad for the mandem cuh we see through you like Evian
Clash rudeboy ok bring it on, run laps round you like a long marathon
I'm a lyrical god for a silly likkle don, now you see where you've...

[Saint P - 21:18]
I'm screaming out Black Lives Matter even though I'm still an IC3 in the eyes of police (fuck feds)
I could be as polite as a neek still treat me like I'm hiding a nine milli piece
It's getting doubly peak for a man like me to survive on these streets of rage and (race)
But a guy's gotta eat and my life isn't cheap so eff Feds you can all die in your sleep
Backup, they call backup for point one of green
I'm like, "Officer, what's the need? Are you that weak? I'm only 6'3"
What happened to your training scheme you likkle chief"
These same yutes used to sit by the PC now think they're bad 'cause their badge says 'PC'
Sneaky CID wanna creep on me and then ask for ID, what cheek
I bang, copy man that's uncool like Bantzz, breddas eat ham
On my ends they can't jam, I get dark you get tanned
I, I, I, I bang, copy man that's uncool like Bantzz, breddas eat ham
On my ends they can't jam, I get dark you get tanned
But I'm advanced like an SP, I'm hearing likkle MCs wanna test me
I'll bend around the corner like I was in an S3, in then I'm Audi
Butcher, dead meat, can't call my name then scream out "allow me!"
Can't go back you can't press B, how much do you wanna bet me
I said no this ain't a game boy, boy, But I'm advanced like an SP, I'm hearing likkle MCs wanna test me
I'll bend around the corner like I was in an S3, in then I'm Audi
Butcher, dead meat, can't call my name then scream out "allow me!"
Can't go back you can't press B, how much do you wanna bet me
You'll get left ten feet under, SP or PS, PS, I don't really tolerate BS
And I can't burn man but the gas can that's CS, now you can't see S
If you wanna VS P, you'll get touched like a Gameboy DS
I, ain't got a BM, but I'll still pipe out your BM
I'll give her the biscuit, BM
I might jump in the war me and myself there's no third eye like Tien
Next one I might lift man out of his TN's, so quick you won't see it
Roll to the rave with no plus 1, still bring three in
See which girls wan pum pum freein', oh yeah
Man can't send for my G's that's a straight up African pair of beatings
Said he's gonna press like apps on an S3, kick in the ballbags, don't get testy
Said he's gonna press like apps on an S3, kick in the ballbags, don't get hold on (testy)
Said he's gonna press like apps on an S3, kick in the ballbags, don't get testy
Said he's gonna press like apps on a hold on (S3), said he's gonna press like apps on a wait
Said he's gonna press like apps on an S3, kick in the ballbags, don't get testy
Got no dough when you're in your twenties
North West don, spent days by the chip shop
Swear them man used to eat Sam's not Wendy's
Gyal with a slim back, chest all hefty
Not wife but you shoulda saw what she sent me
Still peng tings I get plenty
Can't believe them gun chat on a set
Said he shoots like a Lex but he looks like a Lexi
Me nuh inna nuttin' with triangle don but
I'll flatline a man like a set piece
I've got so many levels I move recky
Don't tempt me I'll leave your chest empty
You don't trap you're trendy
Said she wanna eff me as soon as she met me, I was like

[Lyrical Strally - 23:34]
Three IC3's from YGG, royalty man come like sheikh
Skin an MC like Mikey Streets, and we spit on lively beats
Due to blow like an IED, 'cah the buzz won't D-I-E
Keep merking man 'cause of OCD, yo
Three IC3's from YGG, royalty man come like sheikh
Skin an MC like Mikey Streets, and we spit on lively beats
Due to blow like an IED, 'cah the buzz won't D-I-E
Keep merking man 'cause of OCD, merking man for the E-N-T
Cah I've got grime in my jeans like I didn't wash them, like they ain't clean
But, it's G-E-N-E, I ain't tryna be on IPP
But I'm hoping I see P, cah I'm tryna shine like ICB
You can't take us for a free sample, I beg chick don't try me please
YGG, royalty man come like sheikh
Skin an MC like Mikey Streets, and we spit on lively beats
Due to blow like an IED, 'cah the buzz won't D-I-E
Keep merking man 'cause of OCD, keep merking man for the E-N-T
Yo, bare man wanna be LS but, man get merked when they see LS
Man get merked like a CLS, make man blow fast like BMF
Bare man wanna be LS but, man get merked when they see LS and
Man get merked like a CLS, make man blow fast like BMF like
Girls want the beat from S, go with L, smoke big L's
You can't do no E's with S, or that backwards DSL, L
I said I spit like a lyrical S, man try take that bar from L, L
But, you can't win against S, try but here fam take this L, L
Them bruddas chatting S, hmm, I was like flipping 'ell
I'll, send shots from the LS, drive-by merk man in an SL
Three man team, no double S, I'll shot man like double-E, L
Lyrical Strally that's L and S, rep YGG and West L
L Strally's got new flows like Nike, got new creps
Got a new jersey, don't say Dudek
Say New Jersey, don't mean the US, I'm from the UK
I'll make an MC sweat like shirt, I'll make an MC sweat like his name was Earl
Fuck a sweatshirt call it a crewneck, cah your girl will give the whole crew neck
African Zulu Warrior but you can still get a German Suplex
Royal Rumble I'll be like "who's next", them man are useless, Strally is ruthless
Send an MC to the skies and roof them, roofing MCs like Roofie
MCs get downed like a shot, Strally's got a hangover too then
L Strally's got new flows like Nike, got new creps
But I never went Nike Town, stomping I'll make a MC lie down
On the floor with his back up like iCloud, didn't backup like iCloud
So he got boxed like storage, 123, give man a time-out
Or we can do a countdown, if he was on a TV series with me
Celebrate jungle, get them guys out, come against me that's a Total Wipeout (*Reload*)

## [8 bars]

[Lyrical Strally - 26:10]
Like Nike, got new creps
But I never went Nike Town, stomping I'll make a MC lie down
On the floor with his back up like iCloud, didn't backup like iCloud
So he got boxed like storage, 123, give man a time-out
Or we can do a countdown

[PK - 26:24]


[Saint P - 26:36]
You know me, I saw the girl, draw the girl
Next step, beat but don't keep the girl
She's lovesick and her head's not well
But the girl says that I rock her well
You know me, I saw the girl, draw the girl
Beat but don't keep the girl
She's lovesick and her head's not well
But the girl says that I rock her, rock her

[Lyrical Strally - 26:50]
LS, I finesse, take your bird, from the nest
Like a shot glass I'll get necked, take man's ruby call him a gem
LS, I finesse, take your bird, from the nest
Like a shot glass I'll get necked, take man's ruby call him a gem

[PK - 27:03]
Get sliced and diced like fruit salad, that one's gonna be a next madness
Get sliced and diced like fruit salad, that one's gonna be a next madness
Get sliced and diced like fruit salad, that one's gonna be a next madness
Get sliced and diced like fruit salad, get sliced and diced like fruit salad

[Saint P - 27:17]
I said today, day, my mate Dave just dropped me an [?] eighth
What we got today, strawberry and a purple rain
You know I wanna get high like plane
I said today, my mate Dave just dropped me an [?] eighth
What we got today, strawberry and a purple, purple rain

[Lyrical Strally - 27:32]
Yo, I said Lyrical Strally [?] in a concrete jungle with the bamboo
[?] bolt right at you
Throw punch in side let one of them catch you
But if you cat my flow I'll catch you
And, if grime is a culture
Sending for L Strally is taboo
Cah you can't take me for a chief

[PK - 27:45]
Left foot, right foot, manna for the CAM
Shoot from the middle like CAM
D-E-N yeah that's my ends
And know when I'm on the ball
I was like, left foot, right foot, manna for the CAM
Shoot from the middle like CAM
D-E-N yeah that's my ends
And know when I'm on the ball, ball, ball

[Saint P - 27:57]
Head all bent to the side like D Double E's kangol
You got your body chopped
From the neck to the ankles
You don't want to get every ligament in your body dismantled
I ride the riddim hands-free, no handles
Man can get waxed like candles
Different angles, P, tryna get a bank-full
Nah you could never clash I, I

[Lyrical Strally - 28:11]
Yo, yo, it's the um to the voo boo
African Zulu, don't do voodoo
If you want energy, I'm the plug
Call me Lulu, come like a fitness guru
Red devil but I don't bang suwu
Diss man think I won't clock you must've gone cuckoo
Said you must have a screw loose, and your girlfriend's loose too

[PK - 28:25]
I say to myself sometimes "like rah, let me think of another fantastic bar"
No I don't mean no drink in the bar yeah
Levels on a rave I'll raise that bar
I think to myself sometimes "like rah, let me think of another fantastic bar"
No I don't mean no drink in the bar yeah
Levels on a rave I'll raise that bar

[Saint P - 28:38]
Ayy, you must have meant sex in the soil
When you said that you've done'd her
Your girl says that I'm childish, calling me a cunt
But it's all fun, make sure that I beat the cunt first
He said, she said, eff that, bun him, bun her
Kill him with one verse and one herb
My little white girl with the bumper
Thought she can handle the heat now she's sunburnt

[L Strally - 28:52]
Yo, you wanna war with Strally
Salty fish you're not my ackee
Nah, call you a chicken
Call man Colonel's, you're not Gaddafi
Yo, you wanna war with Strally
Salty fish you're not my ackee
Nah, I call man a chicken
Call man Colonel's, you're not Gaddafi


### Tracklist:
# Freestyle
0:10 - ?
1:29 - ?
2:36 - Preditah - ?
3:44 - ?
4:38 - ?
5:37 - Rude Kid - Voices (Filthy Gears Remix)
7:08 - Mr. Oizo - Flat Beat (Dubzta Refix)
9:30 - Z-Virus - Rude Sting (? Refix)
10:24 - ?
11:58 - Wiley - Bad 'Em Up
12:52 - Rude Kid - Galaxy
13:46 - ?
14:14 - Metro Boomin' - Bad and Boujee (Mischief Refix)
15:34 - ?
16:28 - ?
17:43 - Spooky - My Desire
19:04 - ?
20:11 - ?
21:17 - Sir Spyro - Tekkerz (Rude Kid Remix)
22:26 - Rude Kid - Game (VIP)(?)
24:01 - Rude Kid - ?
25:08 - ?
25:22 - ?
25:35 - ?
25:49 - Wiley - Wot Do U Call It
25:56 - ?

# 8 Bars
26:23 - ?
26:36 - ?
26:50 - Wiley - Wot Do U Call It
27:04 - ?
27:17 - ?
27:30 - ?
27:44 - ?
27:58 - Jon E Cash - Black Ops
28:11 - ?
28:24 - ?
28:38 - ?
28:52 - ?