"Two tracks in one day, yeah?

Bruv, you’re working overtime just to catch man’s attention.

hours later — already replied.

That’s the levels…

you need a day, I spin you in minutes.

Lock in, bruv…

this ain’t even warmed up yet."

“I See You Made This”

Dapper Dan? Dapper rapper?

Chat bare loud but your flow’s still backwards,

Talk mirror cracks? — nah, bruv, that’s your rep collapsing,

You shout K-Rion loud like you’re part of the canon,

But can’t name one track — bruv, that’s ghost-fan fashion.

Ain’t my problem she left when the vibe went flat,

Didn’t take your girl, fam — she just walked where I’m at.

Try flex hard but your stance ain’t matchin’,

Talk greaze on a track but the tone’s just lackin’,

Bars weak, all peak, that’s cheap theatrics,

Crowd stays still ‘cause the set ain’t active.

"Bruv, stop with the cap!"

"You ain’t built for this clashin’,

Try swingin’ them bars but your punches ain’t landin’,

Talk heat, talk stacks, talk racks, no action,

I’m Agent Smith — glitch in your Matrix…"

"— skip, skip, skip — bruv, your vibe’s gone missin’,

I’m the virus in the mainframe — whole ting crashin’!"

Click-clack, kick back, rapid with the syntax,

Flip facts, mismatch, shell it when the pen slaps,

Rip tracks, dispatch, runnin’ where your grip lacks,

Snap-back impact — bruv, you can’t spin that.

Spit slick, flip scripts, venom in the fashion,

You mimic with gimmicks while I’m livin’ what I’m rappin’,

Syllables ricochet, rapid-fire impactin’,

Every line’s locked in, bruv, yours keep lackin’.

Talk status, talk swagger, but no foundation,

Talk smoke, talk stacks, pure frustration,

Mention K-Rion once like it’s celebration,

But can’t quote one track — that’s humiliation.

Bruv, you’re loud online but the streets don’t rate,

Talk big names but your pen don’t skate,

Set no pace when you step on stage,

Got loud chat but you can’t translate.

Flip flows, big shows, bruv, I make the scene shake,

Quick blows, reload, bars make the beat quake,

Name names, drop claims, bruv, your game’s all fake,

Same lane, no gain, bruv, I came — you break.

See, I clock man’s angle, gimmick don’t land though,

All talk grease but the heat don’t stand yo,

Act ten toes but the legs go spagho,

You go quiet when I step — that’s mad, bro.

Spray tight, aim right, patterns got the place hype,

Same night, stage fright, mate, you can’t name five,

Talk grime, talk fight, bruv, you ain’t made live,

Came light, came shy, bruv, I came snakebite.

"Bruv…

you dropped two tracks in a day.

Two tracks…

and I cooked this in hours flat.

That ain’t skill…

That Levels"

Spin sets, big threats, bruv, I’m on a diff flex,

Your girl came through too — guess she passed the real test,

Quick checks, big reps, bruv, I bring the real stress,

One shot, one drop — bruv, I’m past what you press.

Dark tone, mad flows, bruv, I’m on a blast-off,

Talk king, talk throne, but you’re gettin’ cast off,

Fast talk, mad walk, bruv, you ain’t the top boss,

One shot, one drop — bruv, that’s your cap lost.

“Big man chat… little man stats.

Mate, you namedrop kings but can’t quote one track.

That’s tragic…

That’s peak…

That’s… entertainment.”

Ha Ha Ha

"You had one shot, bruv…

But you swung at a tank with a paper dart.

Now the ricochet’s in your chest."

RIP… dickhead.

"Send properly next time…

without your Indiana Jones messages.

Fucking nerd."