BBC Radio, Mic Righteous, Akala, Ghetts - Super Bad Freestyle lyrics

Bad mother, shut your mouth
Even though I might die if
I flood the drought
I'm Justin, you're just around
Shed light on the underground
Look, but don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella her groove back
The kind of flow that put the rhythm in 2Pac
8 years later
They're saying Ghetto Gospel was
Ahead of it's time i'm like, duh
Tell 'em I knew that
I'm Marty McFly with these albums, fam
And the new album be the almanac
Back to the future with it
I've got a MAC full of music in it
I go HAM and abuse the rhythm


Beast mode but you can see the beauty in it
Who are you when the moon's the limit?
Armstrong melvin to you baby boys
Your mother keeps my arms strong
Life's a bitch so I got a hard on
Leaving all the bozos banging over postcodes
But don't own the house they live in
When you're young, that's almost acceptable
But not when you're my age, so I ain't
Bang bang bangin' bangin' like MIA
Truth be told, I wouldn't mind movin'
I don't wanna bring up my kid around here
I want a house in the suburbs
I grew up with mice running
Round in my cupboards
Hungry, you could hear the growl in … stomach
M-m-m-m, the table's set
Back when I never had cable yet
John Loughbrough 20p bagels then
Wow, now everybody want bread man
'Cause I get the bagels in

Red rum scorch MCs like desert sun
Better run, my tongue is a better gun
Than any manufacturer, bone fracturer
When I come I come for
Blood just like Dracula
MC massacre, spectacular
Can't discuss how I bust rapid, a
Thousand rounds a minute
Drown a clown I'm with it
Round the town I spit it
Wild profounder lyrics
Drown the sound in spirit
Not the Malibu type still my
Soul's still animal right?
I'm radical, magical with my hand on the mic
I'm radical, magical with my hand on the mic
I'm a lyrical miracle you're
A spiritual criminal
Metaphysical syllables written by
The invisible
In two ways there's no pen yet I
Bet I stay with the force like Jedi
Left eye it's for the best you will never win
Can't comprehend my power like melanin
Nor settling with the militant breddren
I play by my own rules like the reverend
Revelling in the fact I got the gold medal in
Every Olympic rap that there has better been
Best MC who don't reckon him?
I am the start and the end like the reckoning
True king never Move fassi
On the front line with
The troops like Selassie
Know who I is, surname ain't Bassi
Too much deo too much massi
Know what the ledge is
Truth like the color red is
No breath ain't the only thing dead is
Fellas I can't relate, my mind's like Fela's
Fuck Champagne blood, we rep for favelas
I just came back from Brazil
And don't feel the same
Don't push us to kill, we still feel insane
YO! Run it

I know the path that I chose to take
Know who my mates are, make no mistake
I know this game is like a open race
You know how I roll and slow the pace
You know that I know you know the name
Couldn't give a fuck if you show me hate
Tweetin' about me, oh behave
An OG, no I'm a O-G-A i'm an Ogre
I spell it my own way
I got the medicine as if
I was peddling cocaine
I'm flames, I'ma change his name to propane
I'm a prick
Just came and deadded the whole game
With a mixtape he made back on '08
Write a rap that make you slap your own face
Man wake up and act your own age
Don't make man go back to my old ways
Or I'm in a predicament a
Prick'll wanna give it
'Cause he thinkin' I be shittin'
Yeah but really I'mma switch
Didn't wanna do it but I done
It before I did it
I'm in the woods looking for a
Good 20 minutes for a Brick yeah a brick

If words can't hurt Im'a hit him with this
Call up mister Blitz like
Come finish the prick
Now you don't want me to do
That shit one more time
Fuck the feds, fuck the judge fuck the jury
JK, when they free you I'ma
Greet you with a Puri
Fuck the feds, fuck the judge and the jury
Free Palestine, till they bleed me check it