Merkle Freestyle

[Intro: Wiley, Caramel Brownie] Brownie, Hi Yo, this is Eskiboy Tunnel Vision Volume 3 Caramel Brownie (What?) Eskiboy freestyle (Get me) Hold tight the merkle man ([?], oi London) It’s Eskiboy, wicked man (Oi, shut ya mout' star) Man made the time of the year, are you mad? Shut ya mout' I make the tune of the year man I make the tune of the year man I make the tunes of the year I made the tune of the year I make the tunes of the year Oi listen, oi you know who I am, shut ya mout’ [Verse: Wiley, Caramel Brownie] It’s gettin’ cold out here so mind you don’t slip up Ain’t none of you ever pushed a gun-clip up Mind you don’t trip up, things get rip up Spit so much fire make a whole crew give up You ain’t been on a roof, you didn’t rig up Rinse got me bigger, so you must get a big up And now I got dreams that I wanna live out Straight to the top, I’m hot, I won’t give up Hot I won’t give up, no I can’t give up You can’t get rid of the champion killer Me and Jerome we know the gun driller Wait, ‘cause we gotta bus a shot at Tilla Me and Will run deep like a river And now I've got power, like, watch me deliver What, you didn’t hear when merked I'm A Sinner? Champion killer, all out for the skrilla Get wile up, rudeboy, don’t try smiler You don’t wanna come round here and get wile up Came with a crew, that’s alright then, line up Which soundboy wants to rail up, line up Pass the mic 'round, spit bars, so your time’s up I wouldn't fire a sixteen with a fire cah, buying til my time’s up Top boys when you sign up, if you come through blasting Two nines up, I’m a lemon boy I will rise up to the occasion Truth is I got mine up You know it’s just my luck Wanna be all cool Come across a little prick who says my time’s up Rise up, like a Phoenix, Sun 6AM Come through spraying, about my time’s up Get your punchlines up, ‘cause fun time’s up I can see you all already when you're comin’ unstuck You wanna murk who? I won’t avoid you Let’s see if you murk me and my whole crew I’m waitin, I’m sittin’ here waitin’ You wanna murk who? I won’t avoid you Let’s see if you murk me and my whole crew I’m waitin, I’m sittin’ here waitin’ Get a letter, make a word, then I string along sentences And one more thin hoodie was meant for this Sent from a place where, there’s no apprentices Harry put a kid straight through where the trenches are Certain cliques, they weren’t meant for this Hear me, I can spit bars with emphasis The way I’m flowin’ now, I can’t see an end to this Come to my trench town, see the ends a bit Another letter, another word Then I string along another sentence, keyword: emphasis When I start lettin’ off, I don’t tend to miss You should know by now I was meant for this You sound unsure, that’s cause you’re unraw Listen to me, analyse, can't find one flaw Nigga’s wanna run draws like they weigh a tonne four I see ‘em wetting, oi blud, what'cha run for? Eskiboy, Tunnel Vision, shut ya mout’ (Shut ya mout’)