Crazy Titch, Ghetts - Silencer Freestyle lyrics

Raised in Plaistow, now I rep Stratford
I bang a ting make a man jump backwards
Forget the T, pass me a P
It was me I put straps in Stratford
Come to the green, in E15
Try act hard, you will get battered
You’ll wake up
With five man standing over you
Breathless, knackered
With a punctured lung and
Your cheekbones fractured
You’ll leave the ends with your ego shattered
I’m just a criminal, acting a rapper
E15, E13 gaffer
You wanna get lean, two for fifteen
That’s not long, I get it from Dapper
Around these times, fam you can see me
I was in E3, blocked it for macca
Smoking bless, moving food
Real talk man that was more of the latter
You shot here, I don’t really care
Il fuck up your programme, call me a hacker
Every single line that I write that’s true
How about you don’t say it don’t matter
I’m St lucian, saqua salop
I might get mad start spitting in Patois
Don’t think you’re the largest
Cause they got man spitting in jail
Even the blind can see I’m the hardest
Word for word like I’m spitting in brail
Get it? Nar i’m sick of the clowns
All this I’ll do, I’ll do business
I’ll just wait outside on a normal
And when I see ‘em start licking ‘em down
I’m a star in the making
You’re a par and you’re faking
Guess who’s back, no way it can’t be
You’re on the net now start the debating
With your favourite MC out the top three
That’s gonna have half of them hating
You’ll be daft if you hate him
'Cause I got more bars than you date in
10 outta 10, me I’m the peng
A 16 full have the grime cats shaking
All week feeling, whole body aching
Who’s really there? Par, that’s air
I can see clear and my spots still vacant
I could see you want a big tune blatant
Then I went jail, happy was nuff man
They must of thought it was up for the taking
Fam that’s wack, now I’m back
Try fuck about get a lyrical pasting
Got my appeal in, man are still squealing
But I’m still trying to be free like a mason
I’m on that UFC shit all day
Man are down for swing when I’m caged in
Shut ya mouth, you’re a little arsehole
Rude boy that’s one for the bajans
Back with a shooter, watch your mouth cuz
You’ll get clapped with a luger
Nightmare on Elm Street yeah
No more Freddy that’s crazy Kruger
You can die son I’m not
Talking ‘bout a hoover
Quick boss I’ll make you movers move boss
Spit fast but I’ll slow down if I lose ya
Cruising for a bruising I’ll bruise ya
Trials coming up, I could be on road soon
He died over a tune that’s a rumour
Every day on the yard, me I got the buddah
If you’re not Doogs, I won’t two's ya
With that big bed he’s looking like lunar
Smoke it ‘til I want new different tuna
Jigs by the window, let him get cooler
What do you know about that
Level of a schooler
9 out of 10, say they’re a baller
With more ice than your local jeweller
Orange, now I’ve got a phone let me call her
Standard half ounce of the bin laden ting
Every visit don’t bring nothing smaller
In jail ask I’ve never been a pauper
Head but, uppercut I’m no talker
I’ve got the P, had the right B
Listen up dean I don’t want nothing shorter
Big bar 16 I take your order
Ring my line if you want chase or a snorter
If you’ve got
(…?) and you wanna do a shot for a (…?)
Come with no less than a quarter
Murder I wrote you can’t test the author
Prick come out the game fam you outta

Rudeboy, are you dumb? Crazy Times 2
I told you I hold the green down wreck
Greengate, baylum

I can see the work in your face
Is it cause Flowdan jerked in your face
Way before that I was hurting the place
Shotty in the back with the work In my waist
Fuck a knife I could never
Come third in the place
I’ll batter guys when I come back like Ma$e
You wanna hype come with an eagle
Let him run gums with a bird in his face
Your Top 3’s, Top 3, can’t stop me
If you don’t know I got a permanent place
Where you at, where you from?
I’ve never heard of it
That’s gotta be some nervous estate
I’ve been on the roads long time I’m a driver
You’ve still got on your learner plates
You might be a badman, in your area
But around me he acts nervous
Think twice you don’t wanna
Catch a murder case
F that you can get a burner case
You wanna chat to Po-po, lie to po-po
They did it on purpose
I was raised in Plaistow then
I went Manors Park
Don’t act like you ain’t ever heard of Gate
Fives up in a whip, ever burners bait
You’ve never heard of me?
Where’ve you been?!