Текст пісні Tyrone Freestyle - MEZ

Tyrone Freestyle

Tyrone
Yeah
Soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, bitches, soldiers
Yeah
In the dance and the Magnum popping
Big zoot puffing, behind the decks I’m ducking
I can see the bouncer looking
Don’t wanna get kicked out of my booking
One time, did get chucked out
My friend did try stick a foot in
It’s a shame cuh everybody’s looking
I’m Black Rambo Entertainment so I’m not fussing
And now my bredrin’s switching and cussing
It’s not a ting cuh the rave’s soon doneing
I specialise inna doing dumb things like
Hardcore fucking and getting good cooking
Still go to the yard shop and get mutton
I’m putting in brushwork
I see pussyholes preeing and looking but not saying nothing, that’s
Why I’m acting a prick and laughing
Don’t lose your hat and start chatting and gassing
Don’t mess up the pattern
Got more bars, selecky, don’t jack 'em
Put voodoo in my bars so then I kill anybody that’s catting
Got waves, hair so long, if I comb it
Backward, I’m plaiting, that’s not gonna happen
I specialise inna putting my durag on
Like say that I’m David Beckham
Lyrical skill is a lyrical weapon, for anybody stepping
Mandem were chatting that shit and petting
But you ain’t got a weapon
All you’ve got is a DJ who will smash man’s head and
I reckon if you wasn’t with him
More time on the road then you would’ve got a wetting
I specialise inna sussing out haters
Drawing them out cuh they’re not confessing
Show, book the hotel, man have gotta check in
Gotta get that bread in
Look at the way I’m lyrically stretching myself
To a place nobody’s ever getting, that’s why man are stressing
How many niggas who work at night
Got black guys begging? That’s why I’m copping
Might do a bit of work and then go shopping
At the end of the day, I’m still not robbing
But back inna the day when I never had nothing
I was looking at my creps that myself was bussing
Nowadays, look inna the mirror at my normal shoes
Thinking I could have rock it to clubbing
Got a whole heap of ting in my manager’s yard that cost me nothing
Don’t push your luck cuh the bookie might book him
But it’s my own fault cuh my uncle told me that I shouldn’t trust him
But I still didn’t listen
durag, that’s a limited edition
All I wanna do is just get this chicken
Not chase after gyal or women, not a PPC ting
Inna my gang, we chase money, stay winning
Look sharp, dodge prison, no -ism and -schism inna dis ting
I’m a young man and I’m on a mission
I’m very skilled at the making the people
Listen to the riddim and me whilst spitting
I’m a lyrically dan man, not a prang man
Send for the rope, hang man something like prison, it’s
Not my fault that your lyrical’s bitten, I’m
LeX Luther with a capital X
Strong from the beginning, definitely not fibbing, got my
Durag on, for the niggas who are looking all busted
Get a durag, stay winning
I’m kidding, do you think I could ever be slipping? Got my
Dogs with me and I don’t mean Pippin
Turn pedigrees for the waste boy who’s twisting his face like
It’s Wray-Wray he’s sipping
Got my silk durag with a perfect fitting
Looking like A$AP Ferg with the sauce all dripping
Dun know what type of zoots he’s twisting, yeah
In the dance and the Magnum popping
Big zoot puffing, behind the decks I’m ducking
I can see the bouncer looking
Don’t wanna get kicked out of my booking
One time that I did get chucked out
My friend did try stick a foot in
It’s a shame cuh everybody’s looking
I’m Black Rambo Entertainment so I’m not fussing