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ii freestyle - nang lyrics

[verse 1: rocks foe]

yeah man wanna send for the boy, tell em come
man are vex cus i’m doing what the boy never done
now mana man running up the beat like pelican
so i jump on the mic quick time, send em on
blaze spitters with the bars, get him in a rot
make him splurt from the box, now you got your cherry popped
i ain’t mucking at all
try ting head get buss off the wall
get spun on the ball
get spun like a jack
if anybody tryna run with the batton
run up on your set like what let me at em
mana are tryna say i can’t come in this pattern
come off them funny boy antics
draw for the pages, and done a man’s tactics
real shower man you ain’t cut from that fabric
you’re a sideman bussing mans adlibs
you’re a sideman bussing mans stabs
don’t know why man wanna come like a crab
don’t know why man wanna front like they’re bad
don’t know why man wanna stunt on a track
had to sekkle man like blood are you mad
your mum washes your pants, now you wanna be the man
what kind of man has his boxers on show
you’re just a yute, get boxed in your nose
like woah, hoe
you can have caps on hold, loud packs of dro
crack, coke and snow
snap photos, pose on gram like hoes
still get whacked in the neck back bro
talk about levels but i know i set that bro
write throwaway bars for your collective flows
have a man clinging on desperate for hope, no
rally with the set
have man lagging on the set
their chat manifest, just like lyrics like man trade techs
get discarded on set like my hands on the decks
yeah i spin em like a jack
we give everybody and their kids up on their back
on the riddim, i am man
just chill out and relax
stop digging in your crack
and stop catting for the mic
with your sh*tty little hands
stand up ina can
now you wanna talk about lifers
abh is not lifers
shotting off weight is not lifers
you’re not the bout it spitter in the pack
don’t come against rocks
turn spitters in to pap pap patrick swayze
i’m mad off the map, how you mean
talking that st**ze, out of your bean
like say you’re not getting s*x out of your bean
can’t be taking your frustrations out on me
i’ll drop a boy on his head from a thousand feet
i know a man from the top, leave him counting sheep
i don’t business, bring along all your calvary
i’m your daddy, man have to ground mcs
start dumping the frowns, with the south west st**ze
man digging in your fork in the cow for beef
man literally thought they can handle me
but when it comes to the crunch time, treat mcs like lunch time
put them in my mouth to eat
wanna talk the talk, about down for sheets
but it’s stress talk like them man are down the street
i put the work in, you man are couch monkeys
man smoke ounces, to get out munchies
wanna grind for the fam, mans about my cheese
shower, sleet, snow

- nang lyrics

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