No Fibs Freestyle

(альбом: Demented - 2020)

I love Chris Rich

[Trizzac:]
Trizzlaa
I don't grab girl's waist and whine
I grab samurai's and ride
Me and my knife that's Bonnie and Clyde
Cos any time I ching, I love when they cry
I bored up Scopez and I chinged Jet Black, how can you say that is blade is dry?
I always got my knife on my hips and my thigh
Swing flings at your necks but this ain't no tie
And I guess that I must be buzzing
Cos we already put K on them
And gang done cheffed up dozens plus, we done slapped off them skengs
Ments, I ride with my brothers not friends
Got my latex on in paigon ends
Denz, remember that time that we cheffed up three different yutes, try party in Pecks
Rambo knife in my drawers or drawers, they both didn't die from a natural cause
One got bun and the other got bored, we winning this game go check them scores
Lord, knows that I like that mop but I hate when my mum says do them chores
The keys was inside the yard, damn, I had to kick off that door

[Skengdo:]
Oi, lean out the ride and pitch him, came with the mop you'd think mans witches
Opp boys really some bitches, come like they don't blow smoke just kisses
Throw up a B for Brixton, them man throw up a B we get them
I don't wanna hear no disses, at a close range them man are missing
Ay broski, sweep him, sweep him, grab him, jook up his rassclart body (ching, ching)
Ay young bro's moving too sav, they even try do up a yute in colly
And an opp is an opp, you know I assist, crossing the ball, I volley
And I got a linkie in Lee not Tommy she's holding my stuff for me
Give us the nicest drop, go get it done, no not probably
Them man thought that they got me true I came back like a fucking zombie
Attempted do it with a ching, have a opp boy saying please don't chong me
Bro just gave man a movie now the dumb yute's saying please don't rob me

[Karma:]
It's my fault that your guy bored
In fact it was me that bored him
And, I bored up my man too and his Bruce Lee says that I ain't been scoring
How many man have I given these chest shots?
Why the fuck do they keep restoring?
Wet, wet, water pouring
True say I can make your clothes look foreign
I hate when niggas chat shit like kids
Yeah I coulda said more but I bit my lip
No cap in my rap no fucking fibs
Blade from my knee to my fucking hip
Leave man ripped like jeans not slit
Remember that day on Old Kent Road, Mayksi ran to the pigs so I think he's a snitch
Twenty five years in the whip can't stop for the pigs that shit is a myth
See blue lights oh shit oh shit should we decamp, dash or skrr and skid
The opps don't ride for the ones in piss
Must be in their graves doing turn and twist
Bill it, turn that riz
You know who I see when I burn my spliff, ay, ay, ay

[AM:]
Me and bro in the beat down dinger, squeeze that trigger, catch that nigga
I don't like these thoughts that I'm thinking suttin 'garn fry when I take mans dinner
Two twin bells
I don't even care who's innocent
Friends of the opps same difference, still get yinged, juice spilling it
Have you ever stepped out with savages?
Cabbages
Embarrassing
No filter I'm slapping it up
Chatting it up
Crashing him up
My mans girl I'm whacking it up
Big man ting he's actually fucked
No lotion I'm mashing it up