Jezzle - Eston Hills (Freestyle)
I should've known this would happenI told them "U Can Make It," now look, everybody's rapping
Everybody thinks that they're ready for the limelight
Brudda - you ain't even got your mind right
Apparently your sanity's not really worth that much
You've been seeming sorta panicky - not even gonna front
Nothing short of a tragedy when you put out a song
The real ones will be glad to see I'm back where I belong
Back up in the saddle, yeah I'm back up on my high horse
I'm deadly and I'm plotting, might as well call me Guy Fawkes
Someone please get back to me, I don't know why these guys thought
That they could rap - I don't know why they even try for
But God loves a trier, so bless ya, keep trying
I'm here to remind ya, the type of flames I bring
Got heat that will fry ya so good luck surviving
Jump into the fire or just stay there frying
Catch 22, either way you lose
You better move when I'm coming through
Get out my way fool, give me room
Or I might lyrically pummel you
Give me the W, I'm coming for the lot
I don't care if it troubles you - give me what you've got
Oh man them other yutes been doing it all wrong
Maybe I should help them - But nah, that's all long
I've got bars for days
I might let them spray
You might catch a stray
If you're in my way
Or I might take aim
Leave you MIA
Yeah I've been away
But I'm back to stay
I ain't here to play
I'm here to fix the game
And show the scene
What we mean
When we scream
UTB
I've got tunnel vision
Out here on a mission
Tryna beat the system
All your raps are fiction
Biggest actors
Yous deserve a Netflix deal
Realest rapper
I think that you just met one still
I'm the best one still
Yous sound desperate, chill
Me? I set the booth ablaze like Eston hills
You can do all the pull ups and the press ups that you like
Them muscles won't make you any better on the mic
I bring smoke
Make you choke
You're a joke
I'm the goat
You keep thinking that you'll blow
But I'm betting that you won't
I don't care that you're over 6ft2
I'll use my pen to belittle you
In the whole of 01642
You ain't sick for no one - sick for who
How dare you even hit the booth
You've lit my fuse
(Tick Tick Boom)
No lies, you know I spit the truth
Go wear it if you fit that shoe
Not enough artists, too many mcs
No way they're better than me
Going west; they never had P
Sour dons - bare lemons G
I'm just letting off steam
But I better not see
Them claiming to be
The best in the scene
My bars are sick - been quarantined
Right now, trust me, I'm setting 'em free
It might be your dream or it might not
But it doesn't seem like you're trying much
I should be past my prime bruv
Still do it with ease when I write stuff
You rep the scene? Not on my watch
You're a crash dummy in a write-off
Best believe that I'm grime bruv
And trust me, your time's up
...Cuz I'm back
Written by:
Ben Ham-Ying
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