Ghetts - Westwood Freestyle 2014 lyrics

I regulate like Nate, I race round ends
I decorate estates and paint towns red
I can levitate your face with a three pound
But I'd rather educate my race
Than break out siege
Never had a penny, had to break down Zs
Kingsmill I run but mi chase down bread
Quick on my feet
I've got them greyhound legs
Ya boy's superbad, they call me James Brown
Ghetts i'm with Chantelle, she half decent
We're friends with benefit's
I call that smart treatment
You man are Eski
Look at my stats from last season
Lord God, I can't even
Begin to explain how man have been going on
They used to call me ugly
They gave man a complex
And now I beat another brother's
Girl without a conscience lightskinned don
He thought man weren't no contest
So I rolled up on there
You would think that she hadn't
Seen me for yonkers
She was like "weigh in, you the grime MC?"
I said "yeah but just know
Man float across genres"
Tempo specialist, in fact
There isn't a tempo I haven't conquered
I'm partially deaf now, I need a hearing aid
I don't hear the same since
Dre wrang out the monsters
Still I run 140 Grime Street
I'm like "what you doing round here
Where you from cuz?" playtime's over
But the moves are still swinging
And, it's due to kill him
I can describe a fist fight
But who would listen?
It was midnight, six guys, new addition
Flick knives inside, some true religions
Walking towards me
And I knew I should've crossed the road
A bunch of black cats would
Always lead to superstition
I could see it before it happened
Supervision
Ahh, when you're in a situation where
You're walking with your woman and she fine
So of course she causes looking, alright
Look but don't touch
But some bruddas moving reckless like
They looking to fight
About "wah gwan babes?" like
Say man's invisible
Disrespect, could you believe what
This nigga said?
Ellis, I should push your wig forward
Make you think ahead
Now I'm squaring up in front of a circle
And I sense I can get
Wrecked in this tangle, yeah, i rap
But what the fuck had you thinking
That the punch'd be verbal?
Man are coming at me from every angle
See, I rush in and feel
Like I've been mugged off
Ahh, camera's out, my face
Worldstar, mugshot bruddas wanna hold me off
F that, sunblock rappers wanna battle me
Save that for JumpOff
Back to the matter in hand
It just happens this
The same hand that my anchor's in i'm like-