Lewi White - Westwood Freestyle 2014 lyrics

I regulate like Nate, I race round ends I decorate estates and paint towns red I can levitate your face with a three pound But I'd rather educate my race than break out siege Never had a penny, had to break down Zs Kingsmill I run but mi chase down bread Quick on my feet, I've got them greyhound legs Ya boy's superbad, they call me James Brown, Ghetts I'm with Chantelle, she half decent We're friends with benefits, I call that smart treatment You man are Eski, look at my stats from last season Lord God, I can't even Begin to explain how man have been going on They used to call me ugly, they gave man a complex And now I beat another brother's girl without a conscience Lightskinned don, he thought man weren't no contest So I rolled up on there, [?] You would think that she hadn't seen me for yonkers She was like "weigh in, you the grime MC?" I said "yeah but just know, man float across genres" Tempo specialist, in fact There isn't a tempo I haven't conquered I'm partially deaf now, I need a hearing aid I don't hear the same since Dre wrang out the monsters Still I run 140 Grime Street I'm like "what you doing round here, where you from cuz?" Playtime's over, but the moves are still swinging And [?], it's due to k** him I can describe a fist fight, but who would listen? It was midnight, six guys, new addition Flick knives inside, some true religions Walking towards me, and I knew I should've crossed the road A bunch of black cats would always lead to superstition I could see it before it happened, supervision Ahh, when you're in a situation where You're walking with your woman and she fine So of course she causes looking, alright, look but don't touch But some bruddas moving reckless like they looking to fight About "wah gwan babes?" like say man's invisible Disrespect, could you believe what this n***a said? Ellis, I should push your wig forward, make you think ahead Now I'm squaring up in front of a circle And I sense I can get wrecked in this tangle, yeah, I rap But what the f** had you thinking that the punch'd be verbal? Man are coming at me from every angle See, I [?] rush in and feel like I've been mugged off Ahh, camera's out, my face Worldstar, mugshot Bruddas wanna hold me off F that, sunblock Rappers wanna battle me Save that for JumpOff Back to the matter in hand, it just happens this The same hand that my anchor's in I'm like-