BBC Radio - Super Bad Freestyle lyrics

[Ghetts] Bad mother, shut your mouth Even though I might die if I flood the drought I'm Justin, you're just around Shed light on the underground Look, but don't touch the crown By the way, that's Uncle Brown A gyal dem a run me down, cuh Ayy, look Stormz This is soul baby The kind of soul that gave Stella her groove back The kind of flow that put the rhythm in 2Pac 8 years later They're saying Ghetto Gospel was ahead of its time I'm like, duh Tell ‘em I knew that I'm Marty McFly with these albums, fam And the new album be the almanac Back to the future with it I've got a MAC full of music in it I go HAM and abuse the rhythm Beast mode but you can see the beauty in it Who are you when the moon's the limit? Armstrong Melvin to you baby boys Your mother keeps my arms strong Life's a b**h so I got a hard on Leaving all the bozos banging over postcodes But don't own the house they live in When you're young, that's almost acceptable But not when you're my age, so I ain't Bang bang bangin' bangin' like M.I.A Truth be told, I wouldn't mind moving home I don't wanna bring up my kid around here I want a house in the suburbs I grew up with mice running round in my cupboards Hungry, you could hear the growl in my stomach Mumsy, put some more cow in the oven Mmmm, the table's set Back when I never had cable yet John Loghbrough 20p bagles then Now everybody want bread man Cuh I get the bagles in [Akala] Red rum scorch MCs like desert sun Better run my tongue is a better gun Than any manufacturer, bone fracturer When I come I come for blood just like Dracula MC ma**acre, spectacular Can't discuss when I bust rapid or thousand rhymes a minute Drown the clown I'm with it Round the town I'm spitting wild profounder lyrics Down the sound and spirit Not the malleable type still my soul's still flammable right? I'm a cannibal animal still Hannibal right I'm radical magical with my hand on the mic I'm a lyrical miracle you're a spiritual criminal Metaphysical syllable written by the invisible In two ways there's no pen yet I bet I Stay with the force like Jedi Left eye it's for the best you will never win Can't comprehend my power like melanin Nor settling with the militant breddren I play by my own rules like the reverend Reveling in the fact I got the gold medal in Every Olympic rap there has better been Best MC who don't reckon him? I am the start and the end like the reckoning True king never Move fa**i On the front line with the troops like Sela**ie Know who I is surname ain't Ba**i Too much deo too much ma**i Know what the ledge is Truth like the color red is No breathe ain't the only thing dead is Fellows I can't relate my mind's like Fela's f** Champagne blood we rep for favellas I just came back from Brazil and don't feel the same Don't push us to k**, we still feel insane YO! Run it [Mic righteous] I know the path that I chose to take Know who my mates are make no mistake I know this game is like an open race You know how I roll and slow the pace You know that I know you know the name Couldn't give a f** if you show me hate Tweetin' about me oh behave An O.G no im a O-G-A Im an Ogre I spell it my own way I got the medicine as if I was peddling c**aine I'm flames ima change his name to propane Im a prick just came and deadded the whole game With a mixtape he made back on ‘08 Write a rap that make you slap your own face Man wake up and act your own age Don't make man go back to my old ways Or I'm... In a predicament a prick'll wanna give it cos he thinkin' I be sh**tin' yeah but really I'mma switch Didn't wanna do it but I done it before I did it I'm in the woods for a good 20 minutes looking for a Brick ...Yeah prick If words can't hurt im'a hit ‘em with this Call up mister blitz Like come finish the prick Now you don't want me to do that sh** one more time f** the feds f** the judge f** the jury JK, when they free you I'mma greet you with a ? f** the feds f** the judge f** the jury Free Palestine, till they bleed me Check it