Wiley - CN Tower Freestyle lyrics

Bound for the reload, bound for the upraw You can' t hear me clear, turn it up more Without weed I bet I could do much more Actually that' s worth giving up for I just won an award that I was up for Took a trip for the grinds, now I' m up for For, ok, let's be honest If you say you' re a king, then you best be on it, or You' re getting rained on I ain't just an MC with a chain on My old friends got money, but it's brains gone How you' re gonna win if you can' t get your game on Losing ain' t in the front of the mind anymore cause I flame on I broke out of my chains, got my aim on And I ain' t hire an artist you take on What' s your take on me, can I stay on? What' s your take on me? Am I good enough? Been stabbed 21 times, am I hood enough? I ain' t gotta say what I done, but I' ve done London is a lot, one man can' t run it! I don' t glamorize it I wanna clean it Sanitize it cause I' ve an*lyzed it They see what we got, wanna paralyze it! Knowing that we are never gonna like it Winning, got a due pay for a jacket If it's BBK then I back it Paid for, I' ve stacked it, Working is a habit! Some are nibbelin' veg like a rabbit I' m glad that this way is magic I feel free like an unpossessed addict Give thanks i made it out though Cause any of a path would've ended tragic On point-n******gs, On point-figures Manna spraying, but they ain' t on point with us On point to the point, how on dinners Pipe and hot steam, full of food when it simmers Yeah, I' m a on point-negro, I' m on point like Feivo See me on twitter not bebo Curvin my ego, saying you' re a boss but that' s not what we know! I like decent snares Good kicks, recent snares Hit-hat playing on a real cool pattern Gettin' it all wrong is a frequent fear Yeah yeah frequent fear My dad bless me I got a decent ear My flow's rapid like a inceasant pear My dons a bit wild we squeeze in here (like BRAP!) You' ve got bars but you can' t make a banger I said BANG with no yearly planner I said BANG in the year 2 thousand Dons are act fake, I can never be around them The pounds and the dollars, I found 'em With the sound I'mma get ground, no howling Came to the rescue, saw da scene drowning Save that scene I'm spring water from a mountain Wanna argue, so what now then? Talk up talk up, when I'm prowling You didn' t mean it, but that' s how it sounded! I push high figures, get 'em rounded I make cool sh**, real cool sh** Will my manager like it? I doubt it See I' m from a urban scene, so i can't show him Because he ain' t about it! I' m a G though, E3 though That's why i surf nets and party 3G though In the world of rave you gonna see me though And an only king with free people It' s like I' m a slave to the club scene Living the reality, I had enough dreams We face a night I and it' s raining lot Don' t matter, cause we still gonna paint this town! Nobody' s safe in a war, I know there' s nobody safe When I step into the field, I can' t see nobody face I roll through like a highlander, call me Wiley McCloud I tell people "you don' t wanna see her t**ng Listen, Miley' s allowed" If I get called by a worthy opponent, then I' m all up for it I' m highly sk**ed in the battle That's why I might push my luck with it Yeah? Don' t give a f** with it! Like who' s chucking it? I fill the clip full of lyrics, put a clip into the gun and start busting it!