Big H, President T - Practice Hours 2 Freestyle lyrics

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 space now, how you come around
Like you don't know
President T is big inna the game? I mean


'nuff of these MC guys wanna
Be big inna 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 piss
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
Kill off Killy! Test Prez T
You get kill off killy!
President T on the wing
UKG man are really in a swing
Manna play that shit 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 and joke
Look in his pocket
Can't see enough for a can of Coke
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 cough 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 kill off killy!
Smack him in the nose bridge, kill off killy
You get kill off killy!

My cats pipe sniff O's on a night shift
Fuck a skunk zoot
Nah they wanna white spliff
Shit I don't spit, nah man, I flip the coke
So you won't see me for
Less than a fifty note
Damn, that ain't even deep
That's just vocals
The real H got cats ODin' on snowballs
Fuck you criminals, I'm the real convict
That will get your ribcage sprayed
And your lungs hit
'Cus I'm old school, fuck 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 shit
I'm the type of nigga these
Rappers can not deal with
Pull the strap out on those
Same niggas you chill with
Clap him in the knee like, fuck 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 niggas just rot on the block
Never gonna pick up no rock or a Glock
Me, I got everything, coke, crack, heroin
You ain't never been out the
Ends or done anything
Shit, 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
Coke got ordered, crossed across borders
Tools got traded, Yardies got raided
You niggas are faded