Lowkey - Freestyle #2 lyrics
[Lowkey - Freestyle #2 lyrics]
Listen yeah! Lowkey, Double P, Mongrel
Check out wwmyspacecom lowkeyuk
The album, coming out November, Dear Listener
The Mongrel album coming out
January, Better Than Heavy, cheez
Listen, this is what we say to them Channel
U youths, listen, them little
Channel U kiddies, listen
OK!
So what you’re on the telly
What you know about putting out three
CDs before you were twenty?
You know that you heard of me
What you know about being eighteen
And doing shows in Germany?
What you know about four stars in a magazine?
What you know about the game
Waste man I have the key?
What you know about hundred
Bars on the radio?
Nothing, you weren’t making dough
You were lazy bro you’re following
Before you were bothering I was on this ting
Songs filled my pockets with profit
I’m being honest king
Said it’s all politics before
Anybody hollered it
Turned down chances cos I knew
What they were offering
Called out a couple names
Had the game gossiping
Never hear Kizzy on the
Track with Lady Sovereign
Might see me in your
Girl’s favourite magazine modelling
Pulling up in a tinted whip with a model in
Shot my first CD myself it was astonishing
Stockers wouldn’t stock us now we
Tell ‘em stop grovelling
Our shottas shot to shoppers and shottas
We got a lot of them coppers can’t cop it
Were coppers so stop copying
Now we’re topping the toppers
From Tottenham to Nottingham
All your favourite rappers want us to
Do a song with ‘em
Me, I ain’t bothered with all
Of the fake politics
Me, I just live my life and stay positive
Epitome of verse-killing
Lyrically I’m hearse-fillin’
Been out for a minute G… surfacing
Your whole trilogy still didn’t
Beat my worst rhythm
What you figured B, you’re as ill as me
I heard different
See your favourite MC, I nurtured him
And see all your favourite beats
I murdered ‘em face it your click is wasted
I won’t work with ‘em
They certainly heard of me
From Guernsey to Birmingham
(Woo) Cos the name holds weight
Still I wake up to the same old hate
And pray for a day my face ain’t so bait
I’m a rapper other rappers act
Like they don’t rate
Cos when DJs get my tunes they
Play it eight shows straight
Rewind it and drop bigger
Bombs than NATO make
To be real it ain’t all about the radio play
Cos we all wanna bust
There just ain’t no space
And the games dying
Nobody’s getting record sales
Channel U’s full of sweet boys
Try’n’a impress the girls
The only rappers a lot of
Bredders have ever felt
Are dead or depressed in jail
And never getting mail
When alive they hate, when gone
You’re the best ever
This ain’t a comeback fck that
I’m a trendsetter people talk and get me
Differently twisted cos
This rap shit, is the motherfcking business
So what you peddle pebbles
You’re dead whenever my pencil moves
On every level I rep with rebels
You never lose
You resemble devils with terrible tales
You sell the youths
You need to fix up yourself
And tell the truth
You’ve been rich for ten plus years
Still sellin’ crack
Saying that you’re still bustin’ guns
Why tell em that?
Knowing that these kids emulate every
Rhyme you’ve ever spat
You need to get your role models
From somewhere else instead of rap
You shouldn’t really need me to explain
You know that you imitate with what
You speak and what you say
You’ve got more power than their parents
But you’re leading them astray
You don’t tell them that these illegal ways
Will lead ‘em to the cage
I’m pssed why? I got
Dck-riding bredders hating
While you spit rhymes that
Misguided my generation you’re not real
Cos what you’re saying ain’t the truth
You’re try’n’a kill the kids, me
I’m try’n’a save the youths
The future’s removal of humans, computers
Pursued revolution
Hell is hot we burn like chips in a pan
At your kid’s birth they’ll insert
A chip in it's hand
I spent so many sleepless
Nights pondering reasons why
Most of the good people in
My life seem to die see my eyes take a look
Deep inside seek to find
The bottom of my soul
Find the hole where my demons hide
All I want’s a peaceful life
But I can’t see it like
Every morning Mum weeps and cries
So I don’t even try
Still she teaches me right
Stay humble and be polite
But she never saw what I saw
On the streets at night
I just wanna see the light, raise a yout’
Feed my wife
But they’re try’n’a take away my freedom
So I need to fight
Redesign your feeble mind and read the signs
Be advised either I get it or I’m taking
What I feel is mine
My life is like the best book you ever read
Spent nights listening to Westwood
And getting vexed
My pen writes when I’m depressed
Cos I never slept bredders step
Let’s do it man to man like Red and Meth
You can freestyle all day
I make the best songs
I’m like an insomniac’s bed, rarely slept on
The open mics
You know that’s where I got my rep from
Shady bredders thought they were big
But they were dead wrong
Rap with the spitter’s spitters and
Spit for the rapper’s rappers
I rip the rhythm to ribbons
From Britain to Madagascar
Listen to lyricists and I diss
All the backwards actors
Dismiss all the killing shit
Cos none of that crap should matter
You know I’m right
Go and find a rapper that’s as real as this
He couldn’t battle
The flipping demons that I’m dealing with
I know my life ain’t the hardest but
Even if you envy what I got
And you wanna swap, we can switch
The artist, slash terrorist
Slash Double P representative
Slash the worst rapper could ever diss
Slash activist
Slash kidnapper of the president
Slash his wrists and leave a flippin’
Slash where his temple is (yeah! Cheez
Let’s keep going man i do this all day
MK, Kiss 100 wwwMySpacecom lowkeyuk
Dear Listener LP November)
Listen, this is for all the
Hungry rappers out there yeah?
Listen, listen
Since the day you left I’ve
Been stuck in place
They say that time heals
But still nothing changed
Every time I close my eyes
I see you stubborn face
And every morning I’m home I
See my mother’s pain the day you died
I had a dream where I said sorry
I threw the second piece of
Dirt on your dead body
When I don’t see Mum for
A while I get worried
Cos if she died then that would
Take the rest of me sitting in the hearse
Driving to the cemetery
I kept wishing it was me
That was getting buried in a lot of ways
I feel like I’m dead already
Cos it’s October and I ain’t
Cracked a smile since February
I can feel it in the air
Coming I’m just getting ready
I just wanted to hang about but
You would never let me
After you passed, advice I was getting plenty
I made you famous because ‘Bars
For My Brother’ was legendary
People all over the globe shared in the pain
But how could you leave our parents this way?
What’s worse than losing a son?
I compared in my brain
Nothing! While I just sit back
And stare at this page
I know you know that I didn’t really hate you
But if you were still here
Would I appreciate you?
I don’t know, harsh reality is so cold
Dad visit's your grave every week
But I won’t go a crossroads not knowing what
Way I wanna choose
Like I’m cursed to an eternity of solitude
MPs talking ‘bout their bollocks views
I’m having arguments with the telly
When I watch the news
You know that feeling you get when the
Whole world’s on top of you?
Your demons seem to follow you
People say they’re there but don’t
Bother to holler you
Can’t trust yourself so trusting
Them is impossible
No one said life was supposed to be fair
Can’t tell people what you’re going through
They won’t even care
You’re not the only one feeling trapped
Lonely and scared
Waking up in cold sweats but nobody’s there
You’re in a dark place
Running from issues that you can’t face
Conversations make your heart race
At a fast pace can’t relate to anyone
That’s something that you can’t face
Never ever act like we are
But we aren’t mates you just ate but you’re
Still hungry though fam
Walk like I’m young but talk
Like a grumpy old man
I hate thinking ‘bout the future
Why? Cos it hurts me
Imagining myself still living with
My Mum at thirty
Really not sure if I’m stable mentally
Cos I always focus on my painful memories
I pray for my family, pray for enemies
Pray for my friends and myself
Cos I never sleep
Pray for the day I break from this
Cage and they let me free
Pray that I’m sent to a
Place that is heavenly
Pray for my present, pray for my legacy
And pray it’s in a positive way
They remember me
Yes, MK, peace and love yeah
Check out wwmyspacecom lowkeyuk
The album, coming out November, Dear Listener
The Mongrel album coming out
January, Better Than Heavy, cheez
Listen, this is what we say to them Channel
U youths, listen, them little
Channel U kiddies, listen
OK!
So what you’re on the telly
What you know about putting out three
CDs before you were twenty?
You know that you heard of me
What you know about being eighteen
And doing shows in Germany?
What you know about four stars in a magazine?
What you know about the game
Waste man I have the key?
What you know about hundred
Bars on the radio?
Nothing, you weren’t making dough
You were lazy bro you’re following
Before you were bothering I was on this ting
Songs filled my pockets with profit
I’m being honest king
Said it’s all politics before
Anybody hollered it
Turned down chances cos I knew
What they were offering
Called out a couple names
Had the game gossiping
Never hear Kizzy on the
Track with Lady Sovereign
Might see me in your
Girl’s favourite magazine modelling
Pulling up in a tinted whip with a model in
Shot my first CD myself it was astonishing
Stockers wouldn’t stock us now we
Tell ‘em stop grovelling
Our shottas shot to shoppers and shottas
We got a lot of them coppers can’t cop it
Were coppers so stop copying
Now we’re topping the toppers
From Tottenham to Nottingham
All your favourite rappers want us to
Do a song with ‘em
Me, I ain’t bothered with all
Of the fake politics
Me, I just live my life and stay positive
Epitome of verse-killing
Lyrically I’m hearse-fillin’
Been out for a minute G… surfacing
Your whole trilogy still didn’t
Beat my worst rhythm
What you figured B, you’re as ill as me
I heard different
See your favourite MC, I nurtured him
And see all your favourite beats
I murdered ‘em face it your click is wasted
I won’t work with ‘em
They certainly heard of me
From Guernsey to Birmingham
(Woo) Cos the name holds weight
Still I wake up to the same old hate
And pray for a day my face ain’t so bait
I’m a rapper other rappers act
Like they don’t rate
Cos when DJs get my tunes they
Play it eight shows straight
Rewind it and drop bigger
Bombs than NATO make
To be real it ain’t all about the radio play
Cos we all wanna bust
There just ain’t no space
And the games dying
Nobody’s getting record sales
Channel U’s full of sweet boys
Try’n’a impress the girls
The only rappers a lot of
Bredders have ever felt
Are dead or depressed in jail
And never getting mail
When alive they hate, when gone
You’re the best ever
This ain’t a comeback fck that
I’m a trendsetter people talk and get me
Differently twisted cos
This rap shit, is the motherfcking business
So what you peddle pebbles
You’re dead whenever my pencil moves
On every level I rep with rebels
You never lose
You resemble devils with terrible tales
You sell the youths
You need to fix up yourself
And tell the truth
You’ve been rich for ten plus years
Still sellin’ crack
Saying that you’re still bustin’ guns
Why tell em that?
Knowing that these kids emulate every
Rhyme you’ve ever spat
You need to get your role models
From somewhere else instead of rap
You shouldn’t really need me to explain
You know that you imitate with what
You speak and what you say
You’ve got more power than their parents
But you’re leading them astray
You don’t tell them that these illegal ways
Will lead ‘em to the cage
I’m pssed why? I got
Dck-riding bredders hating
While you spit rhymes that
Misguided my generation you’re not real
Cos what you’re saying ain’t the truth
You’re try’n’a kill the kids, me
I’m try’n’a save the youths
The future’s removal of humans, computers
Pursued revolution
Hell is hot we burn like chips in a pan
At your kid’s birth they’ll insert
A chip in it's hand
I spent so many sleepless
Nights pondering reasons why
Most of the good people in
My life seem to die see my eyes take a look
Deep inside seek to find
The bottom of my soul
Find the hole where my demons hide
All I want’s a peaceful life
But I can’t see it like
Every morning Mum weeps and cries
So I don’t even try
Still she teaches me right
Stay humble and be polite
But she never saw what I saw
On the streets at night
I just wanna see the light, raise a yout’
Feed my wife
But they’re try’n’a take away my freedom
So I need to fight
Redesign your feeble mind and read the signs
Be advised either I get it or I’m taking
What I feel is mine
My life is like the best book you ever read
Spent nights listening to Westwood
And getting vexed
My pen writes when I’m depressed
Cos I never slept bredders step
Let’s do it man to man like Red and Meth
You can freestyle all day
I make the best songs
I’m like an insomniac’s bed, rarely slept on
The open mics
You know that’s where I got my rep from
Shady bredders thought they were big
But they were dead wrong
Rap with the spitter’s spitters and
Spit for the rapper’s rappers
I rip the rhythm to ribbons
From Britain to Madagascar
Listen to lyricists and I diss
All the backwards actors
Dismiss all the killing shit
Cos none of that crap should matter
You know I’m right
Go and find a rapper that’s as real as this
He couldn’t battle
The flipping demons that I’m dealing with
I know my life ain’t the hardest but
Even if you envy what I got
And you wanna swap, we can switch
The artist, slash terrorist
Slash Double P representative
Slash the worst rapper could ever diss
Slash activist
Slash kidnapper of the president
Slash his wrists and leave a flippin’
Slash where his temple is (yeah! Cheez
Let’s keep going man i do this all day
MK, Kiss 100 wwwMySpacecom lowkeyuk
Dear Listener LP November)
Listen, this is for all the
Hungry rappers out there yeah?
Listen, listen
Since the day you left I’ve
Been stuck in place
They say that time heals
But still nothing changed
Every time I close my eyes
I see you stubborn face
And every morning I’m home I
See my mother’s pain the day you died
I had a dream where I said sorry
I threw the second piece of
Dirt on your dead body
When I don’t see Mum for
A while I get worried
Cos if she died then that would
Take the rest of me sitting in the hearse
Driving to the cemetery
I kept wishing it was me
That was getting buried in a lot of ways
I feel like I’m dead already
Cos it’s October and I ain’t
Cracked a smile since February
I can feel it in the air
Coming I’m just getting ready
I just wanted to hang about but
You would never let me
After you passed, advice I was getting plenty
I made you famous because ‘Bars
For My Brother’ was legendary
People all over the globe shared in the pain
But how could you leave our parents this way?
What’s worse than losing a son?
I compared in my brain
Nothing! While I just sit back
And stare at this page
I know you know that I didn’t really hate you
But if you were still here
Would I appreciate you?
I don’t know, harsh reality is so cold
Dad visit's your grave every week
But I won’t go a crossroads not knowing what
Way I wanna choose
Like I’m cursed to an eternity of solitude
MPs talking ‘bout their bollocks views
I’m having arguments with the telly
When I watch the news
You know that feeling you get when the
Whole world’s on top of you?
Your demons seem to follow you
People say they’re there but don’t
Bother to holler you
Can’t trust yourself so trusting
Them is impossible
No one said life was supposed to be fair
Can’t tell people what you’re going through
They won’t even care
You’re not the only one feeling trapped
Lonely and scared
Waking up in cold sweats but nobody’s there
You’re in a dark place
Running from issues that you can’t face
Conversations make your heart race
At a fast pace can’t relate to anyone
That’s something that you can’t face
Never ever act like we are
But we aren’t mates you just ate but you’re
Still hungry though fam
Walk like I’m young but talk
Like a grumpy old man
I hate thinking ‘bout the future
Why? Cos it hurts me
Imagining myself still living with
My Mum at thirty
Really not sure if I’m stable mentally
Cos I always focus on my painful memories
I pray for my family, pray for enemies
Pray for my friends and myself
Cos I never sleep
Pray for the day I break from this
Cage and they let me free
Pray that I’m sent to a
Place that is heavenly
Pray for my present, pray for my legacy
And pray it’s in a positive way
They remember me
Yes, MK, peace and love yeah