Skrrrrrrrrt, bop bop !

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Skrrrrrrt, bop bop!

Yoooo bruv, WAKE UP!

You can’t be dead, I only hit you once

One-two jab then the uppercut slump

Skrrrt, brrrrrt, chi-chu, clump

Whole block jump when the ride goes vrrrm

Skid, slide, wheel it, rewind

Ops get pressed like a deadline

Red dot headtop, headline

Try test man, get outlined, flatline

Listen up bruv, you better keep up (brrrrt)

Don’t make man have to pull out, heat up

Skrrrrrt, skiddy-bop, boom-bang, clean-up

Get shot, chi-chu, pop-pop-pop, feet up

Bang-bang, skrrrrrt-off in the lane (skrrt)

Two-two step then I ghost from the frame

Bop-bop, brrrrrt, can’t spell my name

But they all know the sound when I let that ring, insane

Listen up bruv, you better keep up (keep up)

Talk too loose, get your whole block sweep up

Skrrrrrt, skiddy-bop, boom-bang, speak up

Anytime man pull up, opp block freeze up

Ding-dong, knock-knock, open the door (yeah)

Big bad step with the drip on the floor

Get played like drum, man beat that core

808 heart when the kick hit raw

Skrrt on the mains, that lane get torn

Brrrrrt in the back, that bass so warm

Pop-pop, man shell with a devilish form

Cold in the booth but the flow still warm

Syllables spin like spinners on spokes

Mouth too slick, turn a bar to a smoke

Tongue-twist flow, make a verse backstroke

Man surf on a beat, tryna ride my quote

Chip-chop, slice ’em with the rhyme scheme

Quick-lock, slide in with the high beam

Blick-bop, write opps in a crime scene

Name on the line like a Nike seam

Skrrt in a C-class, drift like G-star

Wordplay peak, man’s a linguistic T-bar

Bars go over their head like rebar

Still hit home like I swung from a tree, ah

Brrrrrt, that’s the ad-lib, not a burner

But the way man cook this beat, that’s murder

Pen so sharp, every hook do surgery

Flow too clean but the talk so dirty

Listen up bruv, you better keep up (brrrrt)

Don’t make man have to pull out, heat up

Skrrrrrt, skiddy-bop, boom-bang, clean-up

Get shot, chi-chu, pop-pop-pop, feet up

Bang-bang, skrrrrrt-off in the lane (skrrt)

Two-two step then I ghost from the frame

Bop-bop, brrrrrt, can’t spell my name

But they all know the sound when I let that ring, insane

Slide on a riddim like I’m sliding on ice

Trip on a line, now you’re paying that price

Tick-tock, time up, roll that dice

Snake in the grass get chopped, no rice

Brrrrrt on a beat, that’s carnage

Flow’s too cold, need a parka, par’ it

Man so slick with the jargon, charmin’

Still put man in a box, no carton

Skrrt ‘round ends, that’s laps on the mains

Pattern my route like I pattern these chains

Gold on my neck, still broke these claims

Cah the real big flex is I mastered the game

Flip-flip words like I’m flippin’ these zeds

Trap in the booth, not the trap for the feds

Inhale beat, then I exhale lead

Every sixteen leave a whole scene red

Boom-bang, break through doors like a ram-raid

Too many shots in the verse, that’s a rampage

Pop-pop, then it all fade to a black page

Write my name in the smoke, that’s a brand name

Tongue do twists like I’m tying up lace

Flow so quick, leave a drag in the bass

Syllable swerve, make a curve in the space

If words were whips, then I’m winning this race, like

Skrrrrrt—handbrake turn on a snare

Brrrrrt—hi-hat burst in the air

Pop-pop—808 kick with a flare

Man paint pics with the sound so rare

Listen up bruv, you better keep up (brrrrt)

Don’t make man have to pull out, heat up

Skrrrrrt, skiddy-bop, boom-bang, clean-up

Get shot, chi-chu, pop-pop-pop, feet up

Bang-bang, skrrrrrt-off in the lane (skrrt)

Two-two step then I ghost from the frame

Bop-bop, brrrrrt, can’t spell my name

But they all know the sound when I let that ring, insane

Skrrt in the night, no lane assist

Whole block know when the bass exist

Brrrrrt from the whip, that’s just the mix

No gun, just subs when the kick drum hits

Pop like flash when the cam go click

Still make opps do the mannequin quick

Tongue so slick, make a challenge of it

Try keep up, you’re a casualty, kid

I go: skrrrrrt, bop-bop-bop on the downbeat

Double-time trip, man dance with a roundhouse

All of these clowns tryna bounce on the soundcloud

But they can’t bounce like this in the loudhouse

Boom-bang, every syllable slap

Man turn words into digital straps

Shoot my shot with a lyrical mac

Reload flows then I pivot right back

Tik-tak, toe-tag, man on the board

Cross out names when I’m penning these scores

Flow like fraud, how I’m taking their cards

Chip in the game, now I’m bending these laws

Brrrrrt, let the tongue spray patterns

Multi-syllabic, that’s brain cell splatter

Every little letter get arranged, that’s magic

Turn one line to a whole damn canon

Skid round beats like I’m drifting in Kenzo

Slide so clean but the talk get mental

Hot-head opps wanna chat ’bout petrol