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practice hours 2 freestyle - big h lyrics

[president t]
yeah, take a rest, how long you been spitting?
i ain’t took a slight interest
he’s got his eyes on a new type-s
but your mum’s head is filling with a bag of stress
what an outrageous mess
i suggest you settle for a bag of sess
because all that swag emceeing didn’t impress, didn’t impress
back inna my face, i can’t believe, he has come, back inna my face
if i ever told you the case, you’ll say “president, why’d you put a gun to his face?”
tiny bit of beef, and he wants to go put a gun to his face
if i ever showed you his dump of a place, it’s so messy you wouldn’t see an inch of sp-ce
now, how you come around, like you don’t know, president t is bigger than the game?
i mean, ’nuff of these mc guys wanna be bigger than the game
he couldn’t even, get a two’s of a cig inna the game
hey rudey, nuff graves get dig inna the game
and even his pirate station rig, could get suck inna the game
i must be taking the p-ss
or do you find it a shock inna the game, all this talk about cutting up scores and p’s?
he ain’t shot no rock inna the game
hey rudey, president t will glock inna the game
k!ll off k!lly! test prez t, you get k!ll off k!lly!
president t on the wing, ukg man are really in a swing
manna play that sh-t with a rump-a-bum-ting
nah, why i wan fi talk bout fling, i’m the one night king
come to bust right in, better make sure they get a bite in
’cause hm lyrics i’m writing
how much dough they carrying?
they’re like steel, they’re like tin, so they better pack it in
jack it in, man’ll dash and trash his life in the bin
and his flow is dying so he better stop trying
take his sess, don’t think that i’m buying
in a held up prison, i ain’t lying
locked inna my cell all day, no crying
weather’s too hot, i’m frying
early release, pres t is applying
love to laugh and joke
if i was you, i wouldn’t laugh or joke
look in his pocket, can’t see enough for a can of c0ke
talk about ganja? go buy a single if you wanna smoke
hey geez, where you come from?
all this sloppy emceeing, all this sleaze
i’d rather listen to an hour of coughing and sneeze
mc properly, i don’t want fi hear no cough and sneeze
president t finds out, he ain’t got enough for a toasted ham on cheese
i make ’nuff of these mcs look like toasted ham on cheese
test prez t, you get k!ll off k!lly!
smack him in the nose bridge, k!ll off k!lly, you get k!ll off k!lly!

[big h]
my cats pipe sniff o’s on a night shift
f-ck a skunk zoot, nah they wanna white spliff
sh-t i don’t spit, nah man, i flip the c0ke
so you won’t see me for less than a fifty note
d-mn, that ain’t even deep, that’s just vocals
the real h got cats odin’ on snowb-lls
f-ck you criminals, i’m the real convict
that will get your ribcage sprayed and your lungs hit
‘cus i’m old school, f-ck a phone call
my man there got the chrome, yo so it’s cool
we dig graves and hide bodies in alleyways
so you’ll get reported missing, like you ran away
cos i quick draw, any time i see war
leave bullets hanging in your…. aww…. sh-t…
i’m the type of n-gga these rappers can not deal with
pull the strap out on those same n-ggas you chill with
clap him in the knee like, f-ck it, he’ll live
‘cus i’m not fake, nah these roads are real, kid
and i’m on the street so what you sayin’?
if there’s any beef, you’ll think tottenham’s playin’
but don’t be stupid, this ain’t no spurs game
i’m a warhead, gunshots my first name
i keep the steal palms clapped when there’s real arms
i will murk man and still stay chill calm
you n-ggas just rot on the block
never gonna pick up no rock or a glock
me, i got everything, c0ke, crack, heroin
you ain’t never been out the ends or done anything
sh-t, i got hoes up north, for real, and they getting low of course
deep throat feel like your boning her thoughts
at anytime though, they’ll dispose of your corpse
i ain’t hide the fact that i sold crack
man i push the benz, bait, no tax
i take you back to them cold flats
when i was serving frontline road cats
fiends got slaughtered, just for being awkward
c0ke got ordered, crossed across borders
tools got traded, yardies got raided
you n-ggas are faded…

- big h lyrics

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