Crazy Titch - Silencer Freestyle lyrics

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Crazy Titch - Silencer Freestyle lyrics

Raised in Plaistow, now I rep Stratford I bang a ting make a man jump backwards Forget the T, pa** me a P It was me I put straps in Stratford Come to the green, in E15 Try act hard, you will get battered You'll wake up, with five man standing over you Breathless, knackered With a punctured lung and your cheekbones fractured You'll leave the ends with your ego shattered I'm just a criminal, acting a rapper E15, E13 gaffer You wanna get lean, two for fifteen That's not long, I get it from Dapper Around these times, fam you can see me I was in E3, blocked it for macca(?) Smoking bless, moving food Real talk man that was more of the latter You shot here, I don't really care Il f** up your programme, call me a hacker Every single line that I write that's true How about you don't say it don't matter I'm St. Lucian, saqua salop I might get mad start spitting in Patois Don't think you're the largest Cause they got man spitting in jail Even the blind can see I'm the hardest Word for word like I'm spitting in brail Get it? Nar I'm sick of the clowns All this I'll do, I'll do business I'll just wait outside on a normal And when I see ‘em start licking ‘em down I'm a star in the making You're a par and you're faking Guess who's back, no way it can't be You're on the net now start the debating With your favourite MC out the top three That's gonna have half of them hating You'll be daft if you hate him Cause I got more bars than you date in 10 outta 10, me I'm the peng A 16 full have the grime cats shaking All week feeling, whole body aching Who's really there? Par that's air I can see clear and my spots still vacant I could see you want a big tune blatant Then I went jail, happy was nuff man They must of thought it was up for the taking Fam that's wack, now I'm back Try f** about get a lyrical pasting Got my appeal in, man are still squealing But I'm still trying to be free like a mason I'm on that UFC sh** all day Man are down for swing when I'm caged in Shut ya mouth, you're a little arsehole Rude boy that's one for the beige uns Back with a shooter, watch your mouth cuz You'll get clapped with a luger Nightmare on Elm Street yeah No more Freddy that's crazy Kruger You can die son I'm not talking ‘bout a hoover Quick boss I'll make you movers move boss Spit fast but I'll slow down if I lose ya Cruising for a bruising I'll bruise ya Trials coming up, I could be on road soon He died over a tune that's a rumour Every day on the yard, me I got the buddah If you're not Doogs, I won't tool ya With that big bed he's looking like lunar Smoke it ‘til I want new different tuna Jigs by the window, let him get cooler What do you know about that level of a schooler 9 out of 10, say they're a baller With more ice than your local j**eller Orange, now I've got a phone let me call her Standard half ounce of the bin laden ting Every visit don't bring nothing smaller In jail ask I've never been a pauper Head but, uppercut I'm no talker I've got the P, had the right B Listen up dean I don't want nothing shorter Big bar 16 I take your order Ring my line if you want chase or a snorter If you've got (….?) and you wanna do a shot for a (…?) Come with no less than a quarter Murder I wrote you can't test the author Prick come out the game fam you outta Rudeboy, are you dumb? Crazy Times 2 I told you I hold the green down wreck Greengate, baylum I can see the work in your face Is it cause Flowdan jerked in your face Way before that I was hurting the place Shotty in the back with the work In my waist f** a knife I could never come third in the place I'll batter guys when I come back like Ma$e You wanna hype Come with an eagle, let him run gums with a bird in his face Your Top 3's, Top 3, can't stop me If you don't know I got a permanent place Where you from? I've never heard of it, that's gotta be some nervous estate I've been on the roads long time I'm a driver You've still got on your learner plates You might be a badman, in your area But around me he acts nervous Think twice you don't wanna catch a murder case F that you can get a burner case You wanna chat to Po-po, lie to po-po They did it on purpose I was raised in Plaistow then I went Manors Park Don't act like you ain't ever heard of Gate Fives up in a whip, ever burners bait You've never heard of me? Where've you been?!