Gen - BL@ACKBOX Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Yo, Gen Blackbox sessions Big up Jamal, big up Dusty Big up loads for bringing me through (Minarmy) Yeah, hold tight Devz On the who, what, what Man couldn't put out the remix so I might as well drop it here, innit Yo, Gen, yo, look look [Verse] Some man are like "who, where, what what?" Looking at these bruddas like "who here buss shots?" Tell a man he ain't ever ready for me, I'll leave him in cemeteries And take away every penny and what not I write lyrics in 5 minutes And then I drop bare tunes in my Dropbox So how can I war with an internet gangsta That's tryna connect to my hotspot? My girl clocked me with a brownskin ting With long dark hair I said "babe it's a music ting I make tracks with her you know dem way here" She said "don't chat sh** to me, the big back girl I know that you've gone backbare" Man got shook like, "wait, wait, what? What? Where? How the f** did we get right there?" Wait, I don't really think that's fair You ain't even got no proof, that's air Whenever my hotline blings, it's so rare So whenever I buss my tings, I've gone clear Like how the f** did we get right here? God in my left, devil in my right ear How can I be shook? Got the metal right gear Man'll run up on stage with Darren like yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, boom P Money vibe, my head left the room You can talk tough but you weren't saying much When my n***as ran up on you and then kept your food Stress, believe me darg, there's so much stress No food left, that's so much stress You can see why I was chosen by Ghetts Cause I mash up the, mash up the, mash up the, mash up the room Man, I mash up the, mash up the, mash up the, mash up the room Man, I mash up the, mash up the, mash up the, mash up the room Tell [?] I paid for the cleaners It's the least I can do Cause when General comes through Man, I mash up the, mash up the, mash up the, mash up the room I'm over here like a woolly hat Them man are over there chilling with a dead ting And I had to give a round of applause cause my gyal is fully clapped Gen, I bully that? Nah, man, I just spit facts when I rip tracks Spin 'em on decks, yeah, my new name is Impact Heard my man got beer belly, six pack Deep that No dead tings in my circle Man are six foot lighty like [?] So I'm with a Caribbean gyal on a real ting dat If not Jay, I think you know where I'm going with this I'm with a Latina ting with brown skin Long dark hair and a bloodclart big back But that's enough girl talk But on the real If a girl wanna run up her gums and act bad I'll tell her to jog on, I will make a girl walk Ok, I'm done now, wait for the come-down Let's talk about how I get the shanks and the guns out I will have your runner runnin' round when I come round I will take your gyal and have her rising when the sun's down Horizon, sun down Don't get that? Here's an easy one I run these MC's around Ron's house That's a sh** bar, I'll give him that Yo, I give away punchlines Just give you 12 like I give away lunchtimes You just heard what this n***a say? I reflect on myself like the mirror, mate, all mine My man said "Gen, wait till I see you" Wait where? My n***a, wait online Cuh when I catch you in an internet caff Tryna rearrange chat, understand that it's on sight No bars, no views, not one like No, no, not one like Just pure thumps in your face one time No hype, blud, I swear on my mum's life Bare artillery and arsenals Them man don't buy sh**, Arsenal Bet your mum takes it up the arse and all That's cheeky, 1-4, Arsenal, oh You can ask 'em all About who was the hardest with the bars in school Optimistic with my gla** half as full While still drinking out of the damn fountain pool Cla** of '92, they brang 'em through I slashed all of their heads off, put 'em in a basket Now I look and my damn basket's full I skipped off like Little Red Riding With a dead viking's head in my hand Your favourite MC ain't better than man Now they're tryna figure out what category I'm in I said "Best newcomer and veteran, fam" So what you telling me, fam? Man have got the sauce and the remedy, fam I told my gunners that I'll be right back And me haffi set pace like Bellerín, fam I tell your girl stop calling my line Cause she does this all of the time Always wan' bring out my celly and rub down my belly And tries to stalk man, that's celery, fam Stop belling me, fam Drain my time and my energy, fam My n***a said he'll have the money in forward I replied "hmm, yeah, better be, fam" Got punchlines and melodies, fam Ain't that hard to remember me, fam I got one-liners and Alzheimers Has f**ed up my memory, fam So I sing how ya mean? How ya mean, how ya mean? How ya mean, how ya mean? Man have got them top bars there, how ya mean? Manaman have got flows there, how ya mean? Ayy How ya mean? How ya mean, how ya mean? How ya mean, how ya mean? Manaman have got bars there, how ya mean? Manaman have got flows there, how ya mean? Ayy How ya mean? How ya mean, how ya mean? How ya mean, how ya mean? Manaman have got bars there, how ya mean? Manaman have got flows there, how ya mean? Ayy How ya mean? How ya mean, how ya mean? How ya mean, how ya mean? Manaman have got bars there, how ya mean? Manaman have got flows there, how ya mean? Gen