London Freestyle

[Intro: Tre Mission, Jme] Okay, okay Central London, Tre Mission, Jme, Shorty, Boy Better Know Uhm, yeah, quick freestyle Yeah We're gonna gather a crowd in a minute Preditah Oh yeah, sorry - big up Preditah obviously Big up my Birmingham crew, yeah Listen up Preditah [Verse 1: Jme] Capital J, little M, little E Back in the day I was little G Mash up the rave, make a little P Out of the blue like Little Dee Jump on the stage in my little T The Boy Better Know one with the little C Big 5 series, not a little 3 Swag, swag, like Little B Capital J, little M, little E Back in the day I was little G Mash up the rave, make a little P Out of the blue like Little Dee Jump on the stage in my little T The Boy Better Know one with the little C Big 5 series, not a little 3 Swag, swag, like Little B Pissed? Go to the men's See two cats, shot two tens I mean shotting tens in my 1.2 Can't test me and my on point crew If you want food come to me Big top shotter Jme That's my old lyric from back in the day, same flow, same styley Heard my bars on the Roll Deep Show So much better like Snipekeedo You're a jackass just like Steve-O Wanna know about me? Here we go I would ask you to pay attention but you ain't got no P though I'm going to damage your ego On a rundown BMX like Deebo Run up in your house, punch in the face Bust your head at Pro Evo Shorty wants to play me so Yo blud, send the control Pass the parcel like Dizzee Rascal Round, round, round we go [Verse 2: Tre Mission] They think I'm from America One word, six letters, that's Canada Watch me, [?] Look nigga go away with the camera Got a thing for words in the way with the [?] Fuck it, vice-a versa I play with the stamina Might converse with the king with the wordplay You a bitch in the game what the birds say Difference is, no bread, you don't ever eat Celibate, I can prolly own every beat Nigga I'm a shark in the city, I be hella deep All I gotta is okay and you can tell it's me Three signs you can tell a freak What's happening up there, you can tell a Tweet She can knock out, prolly why I fell asleep No energy, there's no telling me Anything about hard, that's homo And when I'm going in the box, that's dolo Plug it in, charge, switch batteries - no no See me when I come through solo Homeboy's broke, wanna bum two Polo Niggas bounce when we come through, pogo And she might not know what I'm about 'Cause she gotta know me when I come through, logo Too loco, too greazy You bring to the block and you know who G'zy Linking, what are you thinking? Facebook creeper, what are you drinking? You know how I move, why the fuck you keep blinking? Never bow, I'm not Japanese I don't know this nigga, I'm not Ebonese If it ain't physical, I'm not having peace [Verse 3: Shorty] Five foot five, everyting's live I don't wanna go jail so I don't hype I just wanna be the best so I write Big boy bars the people dem like A couple man are hating but it's alright You can be black, you can be white Trust me, you're gonna catch this vibe that I'm on When I say "BBK", sing along "We need some more girls in here", sing along When you hear Fris say "What is he on?" Bouncers, bar staff, they sing along Boy Better Know, CEO Shut ya mouth, they sing along Everybody knows that the team is strong Boy Better Know all day long They don't wanna give me a chance It's cool I do my ting inna dance When I say "Yeah that's BBK" They know that's Shorty rinsing a bar I'm not in the hood shooting a star But I know man that are though Bun out your whole face like charcoal Then off a next shot like Marco Van Basten Rudeboy get ready for action Might see me with the Microphone Champion Boy Better Know, who can match them? Furthermore, who can catch them? You need more than a car fam [?] Swing from tree to tree just like Tarzan [Verse 4: Jme] Badboy tune, sick lyrics Words and verbs, don't smoke herbs Outside parked up next to the curb I've got a matte black suped up Turbs Four litre tank, private plate Race and win Wheels and rims I used to cotch in and [?] Now I jam in a recliner ting Yeah, badboy whip Soon I'm gonna have a badboy yard Spit deep in lyrics in my badboy lip And I get all my P from grime, hard What? Say suttin, say suttin I big up my chest, say I'm the best Man's been doing this ting from way back when I used to wear two-string vests [Verse 5: Tre Mission] Soaking it up like really though Am I chosen or what? I really go In when it comes to the beat When it comes to the weed I broken it up, I'm breaking it down Who's toking it up? Making a sound? I'll choke him and cut two holes in his slut New [?] in the cup, who's taking the pic? Who's holding it up? He want ID, how old is enough? I've got three so what do the feds say? Homeboy hate 'cause a nigga do grime And he never do shit so what to a esse See through you, fuck doing X-Rays Know this nigga don't want it with Tre I know this nigga don't want it with me If it fits in the coat then I brought it with me [Outro: Jme, Shorty] Trust me, Tre Mission, Jme, Shorty Yeah, representing Oi big up, wait, big up everyone that's around right now as well, we gathered a crowd Don't be shy, yeah big up, you heard about Tre Mission already yeah? Yeah yeah, man's heard, man's heard, man's seen all the tings From Canada, you know what I'm saying? We should spit more bars but we ain't got time Spray more bars but we ain't got time We gotta go Logan's show right now still What's the time? Quarter-to man We've got fifteen minutes to bop up the road, you know what I'm saying? We're gonna end it like this - Well well well Serious You'll get a punch in the nose like Blam You'll get a big nosebleed like Blam Drag your face 'cross the curb like Blam Now fling you in the road like Blam You'll get a elbow drop like...Blam You'll get a elbow drop like well well well