Chip - One Take Freestyle lyrics

[Verse] I take shots at emcees when I want, like what? Going back to back, you think you're me and Big Mike but you're not Terminating emcees, I do my job Now why you racing the beat fam? Slow down, you sound lost (Ha ha ha ha ha ha) These n***as punchline away and keep missing I prefer the direct ting, not sneak dissing (Bluku bye bye bye bye bye) Cause when I pen pen pen man down, truss man go missing Sound nicer than me on this sound? Keep wishing Anyhow, any who You're a likkle man if you ain't top two in your crew And I'm on one, what you gonna say or do Can't check me, I'll check you Correct to, not me Think man care about your skin colour? No, that don't help you bar better (never) I'll spin man out of loafers, spin man out of Margielas (right out) Where was you in 2007? I was with Ice Kid doing madness (young OG) I'll blast man back to the past for pirate radio practice Ain't got a style so they practice ours Them man need more practice hours f**boys never seen Practice Hours Ain't heard sh** back from my man, coward North London, North London, shower Right now I'm f**ing with the spirits and the powers Gave that fool one boom, no more Still boy an emcee, I get gash by the hour You wanna k** me for real? Get leng Six emcees can't dump me, get ten You wanna try for tweets, speng You ain't too big or small to get pen, fool (Allow it, allow it, allow it) I ain't letting no one slide, trust I'm on one this evening I'll swing into Tarzan, saw the tweet you deleted (What you doing that for?) Chip the artist, Chip the emcee, oi, which one you feeling? But don't tempt me, I'm meaning It's not a tempo, it's a feeling Your gun talk goes over my head Bare gun talk, ain't nobody dead Man wanna try me? Come over then I got the drive back, run over them Can't believe you think you the best When I'm in the room, can't say it with your chest (never) Let's go rap, grime, acapella (you liar) You know I'll leave with your head (dead) And I don't care what watch you got, trust, it's not that time And if it is, then drop your first album, see if sells like mine Go on then, go on then, go on then darg, swear you just got signed (that won't save you) Next time you write bars, better take Chipmunk off your mind (write-off) About man wanna chat about my nominations Say my name, you chicken (I spoke to you) I said "if I named you, I rate you", then you wanna come back sneak dissing You brought this on yourself Now you're gonna need more help Oi fam Are you tryna be 'Buggin Alone' as well? Wait, think about it, man You don't want a hold couple shots from man If I pen pa** send man you're a dead man Since when did you become a leng man Please think about your words If you're the best, I'm your worst And think before you splurge Before you get work on work on work on work on work I am packing words When I rack it, swing it, words But this ain't tennis, ain't no love in this game But if you wanna swing, get served Good on my own, have your woes like whoa If you take this grime ting for joke You're bantz to me, not challenging no The people are banging it though You believe, you believe, you can mention me like I haven't opened doors Soundboy, you can never face me on grime, I watched the doors close in yours (in your face) I got signed and bought a house, you went and bought a four fours Sony's brand new gun man, give man a round of applause What you saying, you want more? (Are you sure, are you sure?) Are you sure, are you sure? Are you sure, are you sure? [Outro] North London, early One take Bang Cash Motto Hold tight Ghetts and Rude Kid on the original version Jump on mans tune, big man up, have manners Dun know