Songer - Toxic Freestyle lyrics
James Songer
The release represents a stark contrast in audience perception. On one hand, there is evident enthusiasm and emotional admiration. Listeners express gratitude for the long-awaited moment and acknowledge the talent of the artist. The visual aspect of the performance also receives high marks. On the other hand, there is a share of disappointment and criticism. Some express a preference for previous works or voice doubts about the re-release of the track. This suggests that while the release evokes emotional reactions, not all of them are positive. Technical questions, such as the availability of the track on different platforms, indicate listeners' desire for broader access to the artist's material. Art here confronts the reality of assessments and tastes. The audience's verdict varies, creating an intriguing dialogue about the place of art in popular culture and how an artist is perceived in their creative journey.
[Songer - Toxic Freestyle lyrics]
These bars will make your adrenaline rise
And when i’m in inside
I got bad boys showing their feminine side
They’re jealous of my potential
To make the world shake like ketamine highs
If man’s salty i’ll pepper him twice
If talent comes down to melanin why
Am I so much harder than you
Picking up green like a gardener do
Stardog will do
I put half of the Q in some fat
Off plate and start sparking a zoot
And now i’m in venting mode
I’m inventing most of the flows you know
And the clothes you own i’ve already worn
The futures here I'm already born
My blackbox is attracting fans
Don’t rate good yutes actin bad
Mans got bars so I chat them facts
Til I wrap them grands in elastic bands
You hold food like plastic bags
Coz you love dizz like raskit fans
My team are ready to start
See man shaking the captains hand
Mans pulling up in a blacked out audi
Acting rowdy bad man round me
There's a party at my ex's yard
But the slag don't shout me
Man don't doubt me
Man chat shit so I slapped him loudly
Smacked him proudly
Man's too cold get a chapped lip round me
What, man gets racks in now G
If i asked you name a yute that's harder
Man bet a tenner that you won't answer
Never see that yute at the afters
My mans f##ked off a zoot and lager wasteman
Can't hack a zoot and a stella
Swingman round like a human propeller
If his girlfriends cute i’ll tell her
She ain't going home with you
Man spit bars I'm chosen to
Gonna make that last like frozen food
Be the best in the world I'm hoping too
It's overdue
Bare heads turn when I'm rolling through
Still cold in june
Got bare notes can't fold in two
Don't chat shit you're - why you lying for
I stand out if i’m indoors
If you diss my marge get flying jaws
Just wanna bring guys on tours
Mans angry now
You'll get dropped like hand me downs
Nobody got better bars than Songer
2 years time, man's in town
Man's pulling up in an all-white rari
All night party call my Barbie
I spit bars like Dave i kick ball like Vardy
Man's cray cray call that Tom Hardy
You can't out bar me
You get bumped no white on car key
No filter man’s Marley
White and strong just call man Charlie
S-O-N-G-E to the R
Got the best flow man bring
Heat with the bars
Girls leave mine at 6 in the morning
But swear down don't sleep in the yard
Always rollin zoots and bifftas
No guns I use my fingers
I am outside the box like David
Luiz when he shoots from distance (bow)
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