Recipe for 2005 Nostalgia Ingredients - Air Max 87 tracksuit - Moschino hat - Sony Ericsson K800i - Back Seats of a Double Decker bus - Dexplicit Method Wear clothes & play song through phone
How am I still gassed about this tune in 2015? mad ting Notable Lyrics : Be , be , be , be, Be, might might Be, might might Be, might might Be might be
@@matty2cities55 very true, i was a mc back in the days bro i miss it bigtime shit is trash now, but its still good to see it still alive rather than fully dead, i make oldskool sounding grime beats but no modern mcs wanna use em lol they all love the new trap grime shite
do people forget that niche/bassline/4x4 are all basically the same genre? anyways a lot of grime and bassline was interchangeable back in the day, like, bare man used to spit to tracks like this on the bus in '06 times, also worth remembering lots of ppl produced grime AND bassline
If I am ever a DJ in a club... Expect this to be played LOUD! :D *Edit*: Oh yikes. A comment from the days where I would add a :D or an XD at the end of everything for no reason. Oh my…
Want a chance to get your instrumentals/tracks uploaded on this channel? send me a message on facebook & I will have a listen facebook.com/YesItsVetz/ I miss the days people could message me on youtube to send me beats.. Big anyone who knew about/involved with the old channel! Peace
I ain't gonna say I'm real I ain't gonna say I'm real I said, I ain't gonna say I'm real Work out the odds then pop off the steel President, top of the hill Don't make orders if you can't afford the bill I recommend you just chill You get KILL OFF KILLY if I see you until Until when? Until somebody pop off the skeng 'Cus to get shot like that, you would need IC3, Skibadee and Kenny Ken Little does he know, I was spraying from way back when Way before he was born, bet he wish that he was never born 'Cus I don't beep my horn I'm at the party, it's kinda swag I don't know if I should stay there Once again, swag MCs? No I don't play there Put down the mic, take up daycare Everybody knows I'm cold, but it don't mean that I don't play fair I push ki's off base from Scotland to Mayfair I come to state those facts, I mean Look at the facts Prez T has stated In my bits I'm loved; in some bits I'm hated If this MC sprays with me, he must be overrated He ain't gonna make it; even the whip he drives is plated Trust me, he don't wanna clash; I'm dedicated Yeh, I'm gonna keep on spraying Until everyone else calls it a day in Kill off killy! What is he saying? Said, Kill off killy! Merk another MC, there's no delaying I take chances but I ain't David Blaine It's President, one of the main The most bars in the game Cuz, I'll see him on the road, he'll be shamed "Cuzzy, do you really know my name?" I'm on the guestlist; I ain't gotta leave no mate in the rain Blud, I got a SLK outside; I ain't gotta take no train! 144? I didn't see the 144 in the first place, are you insane? Must be! Large way 1; that was a taste This MC can't cut to the chase! Do it in cyber space for him to race Man in Meridian, you couldn't call it a race! Even before he started he was in first place Ain't it a big disgrace! I said, ain't it a big disgrace! I ain't gonna spray to amuse I'll merk another MC; I can't refuse I don't give a shit about crews, come on! I can't see you on the Ten O'Clock News But I see you, standing up stood in queues I said, standing up stood in queues Anytime you see me it's either a rave or a Skengman Blues Cuz, yeh, I will keep in touch Badboy riddim, ain't nothin much Dat crew, is there such That manna push man in a Class-C clutch Blud, I blaze high grade; I blaze dutch I be like Starsky, your man are Hutch Tick, tick, tick, gonna die with your watch Nah, never gonna chill, nah, never gonna cop Like the Cray's, I make big money, big money ways Boy try and blaze, knock you into a daze I been killin' my own since the old skool days I got Glocks, lugers, with infra-red rays Cuz, you want a job that pays I got the food that pays Nah, me nah the tick; all days I got bigger boy Widow Kill off the haze! We nah the teams got the Ks And we nah the gal that swings and sways Get smack up smacky always STD, no ways President T I'm the Haile Selassie With our thanks and praise It's never my man Turn into a hit man I said, Kill Off Killy! Going for a President's face You bring the pressure, I'll bring the force Back Inna My Face, Volume One of course Said all kind of Bloodline mixtapes I endorse Cuz I'm not an officer but, I enforce And we're so strong that we're called the Iron Force Bring your whole crew, they will die in force Out on the strip, but I ain't dyin' jaws Yeh I'm on the strip, I'm bangin' out hundreds of scores Yeh! That's kind of flimsy I didn't grow up on Jason K When you hear President, you wanna bring back Slimzee Said that he played in the Premier But the word on road is that he plays for Grimsby
You know what it is little Muppet been taking the piss Been doing this time chat about bars my bars are colder my bars are the best you know who it is like your birds obsessed I'm killing the beat I'm splling the heat wanna diss me your gonna end in defeat! My bars are better then they ever been cause I've got the money and bro I'll be spending it like I'll jump on a track and I'll jump on a scene like I'll jump anybody that doesn't like me so u better flea writing bars from the heart lyrical genius that's me and I'll be taking what's mine I've got bars flowing through my mind every day in my life chat about bars my bars are improving I'm a lyrical g lyrics in my head every day of the week like when I spit bars man will be listing I'll spit this fire to the limit all the haters they can keep hating but I'm never gonna stop what I like it's like I'm defusing the bomb with my mind come near me bro get spun I've been rapping for time I know bars since the age of the pram best at grime in my prime I'm only 13 but I spit the truth I'll get haters but fuck them that are just haters hating on me their not even creators Back once more new tracks new bars new flows I'll come throw like that staight these facts bro your mad think your better than me that's sad New bars new flows new angles when I'm on a track it stays lit like candels
