[Mitch] Plugged In Freestyle

Part I

[Intro]

Fumez The Engineer, Plugged In

Mitch, realest out the city, you know, gang business

You know how we're comin' (It's Zyron Blue, baby)

Look, look

[Verse]

Look Fumez, I cook tunes and push brooms

Courtrooms 'cause I caught yutes in the afternoon

Four members in this blue saloon

But we don't do balloons

I've got a T spot jumpin' off a tablespoon

And I ain't gotta 'cause this tune cries

I'm live in the room, guys

No boybands like Maroon 5

I figured out to get this money in some big amounts

And olders hatin' on me 'cause I've got a bigger house

You don't rap the truth,but you want respect from the yutеs

You've been slapped, stop rappin' like you shoot

I'm thе voice, them man are mute

Shoot man if they don't salute

If I see man on my route

I'll do it and I'll take pursuit

First in GMG to make a hundred quid

Broad day and hid

I did bootings in a bid

Who'd thought I'd make it lidge?

Them man type a lot

I roll with the pipe a lot

It's fryin' on my block

Where I'm from it's pipin' hot

Look dude

I cook beef like it's cooked food

Don't pretend to prove

This glizzy send you to the moon

A bumpy road but it's gettin' smooth

Since I made a tune

Don't assume

I won't boom, boom, shake the room

They wanna write me off

I never had a writer's block

I was turnt like MySpace, Microsoft

They couldn't send me shop

Don't confuse me with no, I made it pop

Them man are fruity when the lights go off

And now they're sayin' I'm a show-off

'Where you get your flow off?'

I've done mazzas that I bet you didn't know of

The streets ain't the same

You need a chainsaw to take my chain

Unless you make it disappear but you ain't David Blaine

Four years, I had four channels

Crab in a barrel

Still outside tryna slide like a door panel

Catch me in Dior flannels

And these barrels sing like Christmas carol

I ain't gettin' robbed then throwin' in the towel

I was chillin' in the chapel, now I'm king in my castle

Say my name, but if they touch me it's hassle

Your favourite rapper's rapper so I'm baffled

They're like Eve with a apple

Yeah you rap but in time you'll unravel

From gridlock to me shoutin', no flip-flops

Corn like lip-gloss

Amiri with the ripped tops

From Rick Ross to rock and roll, no Slipknot

I'm on the block makin' drinks, they're makin' Tik Toks

And I don't need it on my wrist if there's a big clock

Free Nige, I done it in the chip shop

Why you think half my block's in them padlocks?

Before I couldn't paint a picture like Van Gogh

And I can't rock with these youtes, they say I'm standoff

When GPS was on my ankle like Shamrock

And nah you ain't been a slime from the sandbox

From trap spots to [?], it's Los Santos

Cah I was servin' Lisa and Anisa

In my cab, checkin' the meter

'Yo gaff, I beg you turn up the heater'

When I was on Soho with Melina

My Twix and Ribena

Where was you lot? I never see ya

But I don't know about a litre

I can pattern you a beater

Or a feature

I had nothin', I was a dreamer

Take a breather

I know from my demeanour

I'm a dealer

I'm gang, just a little bit cleaner

[Outro]

Fumez The Engineer

(Fuck off blud)

Part II

[Intro]

It's Zyron Blue, baby

[Verse]

If you, you, na, forget that, if I

Ever bop my opps in Dubai

I'd leave man chillin' in the sky

I done shh but still there's no reply

I'm in Brum every day, it's like the Chi'

And these new little yutes, they don't apply

I know shh got shh, he tried to lie

I still gotta get him down before I die

See Newtowns cookin' like July

You dyed your hair blonde you fruity guy

Don't report this to YouTube on the sly

You know I'm loose like Simba KSI

And if you ever see Mitch in TGI's

I've got a rambo knife that's twice my size

Still want Jack Daniel on my fries

Look, I'm from the up north celly

Then straight to the bank like Benny

I'm a all-star like Kenny

But I'm from the block like Jenny

Spinner, shotty, semi

These shots ain't no Henny

If this Glock holds twenty

I make it scream like Dezzie

Dilemma like Kelly

Before I had a bar like Peggy

How many pagans? Many

Ask my probation

She knows it's many, many

And if I take it there it's edgy

You see my stolens come with petty

And man have been Musgrave already

They rap but they can't do this to a tune

You can't act...then still be a goon

Knew about Fumez before I knew about tunes

Before I ever swept landings with a broom

I was tryna spray this like perfume

And there's never no room when I'm in the room

But, see that breh

Heard that tear

He screamed like Rick Flair

And no we're not equal, no we're not fair

And I've got a shotgun spare

Teddy got one too, that's a pair

Super like mare

Never done a musical chair

And that's a opp right there

The ones with the twist in his hair

Check, check, them man shy like Snoochie

They don't know nothin' 'bout bookie

Up this hooptie

Call, no duty

Toosie Slide in a two-seat

But this corn ain't cheap like Lucy

And if I shake this wap like blue cheese

Mitchy, you know I'm bad like Boosie

And the pagans remind me of pookie

Brum Town booter

GM recruiter

He got smoked like Tooka

If you say that I might shoot ya

Driller like [?] or [?]

From computer to a shooter

Fumez Engineer but he ain't a producer

Never been a loser

Remember Mitch made a boomer remover

The same teeth that I push in a 9, I push that in the Luger

Works with no tutor

[?] boys said I never had a future

Then I got signed by...Fendi and Puma

Look, I'm from Brum but they call me a gooner

I don't really humour your dead diss tracks, should've sent back sooner

You know I'm cris like Luda

Tell my girl 'Call me a Uber'

Check, look, I'm the flow switcher

Now they want a picture

Never been beat up in jail like...

B4 blocks, what a mixture

Top of the league, no football fixture

Paid for a scripture

I brought the drillers to the party, I never brought mixer

I see the pagans chat bare shit from jail

I beg someone call him a listener

Cold with the stick, I'm a twister

Burst like blister

If I see you shoppin' in Bicester

Never left a strap at my sister'

After this freestyle, address me as a mister

Beat it like Swifta

Blue slim Rizla

Mitchy you love bonfire like sizzler

Tour back home in the Sprinter

That's your bredrins works, yeah he jumped in the dinger

You black face ninja

Now you wanna rap, last week was a singer

You man are tramps, no stinger

All the girls say you're a minger

I left Maxine at home, couldn't bring her

Jump out and I tap like Tinder

Make a man do the Nuh Linga

All of the things that I done with this index finger

Remember I was in school with [Govinda]

[Outro]

Fumez The Engineer