Songer, Pt. 2

Yo' Outside the box Listen I'm jumpin' on this track, I'm about to chat a load of grease Smackin' loads of G's, whenever they're chattin' loads of breeze Claim they're doing road and claim they're backin' loads of beef but They're sat at yard, whilst I'm stacking loads of P's If you don't rate what I'm doin', couldn't give one fuck Your girl wishes you was me, but that's just tough luck And now she's staring at me, bruv its like she's love struck I'm gettin' straight red cards because the studs up Songer why you been gone Need that new sick song Eyes are always flippin' red Think they had two ticks on Roll up with new kicks on Hold on where's your bitch gone Calls my dick a BMX, 'cause that's what she do tricks on Claims he's got a merc', but still bitch I run past him Don't know why he's talking to me, dickhead stop askin' Said my bars are funny, but bitch I'm not laughin' Boogie when I bust because I strictly come dancin' Big man your jarin Link up and then spar him Gun fingers loaded, just skank out then blast him Dank out that bathroom, strap that then spark it Hennessy, vodka drank mat mans clarted Hard flows whether the bars are new or whether the bars old, bars cold Better then me? Nah you're in the past bro Bottlin' a Scottish guy Shoulda seen that glass go Hittin' 'em in the 'ead and bruv I nearly made his heart blow Nearly made his heart burst Lyricism's art work Claim to be a rapper but you've never spat a hard verse Writin' till my palm hurts Stayin' till her ass twerks Spittin' as he's whippin' man I made that car swerve And when I'm on a beat, all you see is ri' in smoke Watchin' what you eat but sniffin' bugle, diet coke I suppose its fire every time that I compose 'cause I Can see the future, present, past when my eyes are closed 17 and very lean I'll be the best you've ever seen but you Just gotta give me time like when a lemons green I'm outside the box but he's a flippin' penalty Beat your girl tomorrow, just to freshen up my memory Seven shots of Hennessy, daily till I'm 70 Mix it with that cocadolla, that's the flippin' recipe But all I see is jealousy, 'cause I'm the guy they'll never be Goin' to my grave stone, bunnin' as they bury me Yeah, that good youth with that rude manner Purple creps yeah, you know I got that new swagger Give a girl my lightsaber, till she sounds like Chewbacca Goin' there with Anaballe Dippin' yard with Susanna Dippin' yard with Suzzie She was peng but all her friends were dead, I called her Uzi She's callin' me a cutie I'm playin' Call-of-Duty, with one hand up on her booty Boys can multi task One handed as I shoot g Lyrics for lyrics, man I would step on any Tellin' me I'm old school but trust me, I ain't secondary And if you're chattin' shit, trust me you'll be dead and buried They claimin' that they're icy but they Ben and Jerry I make words put it in a great verse Now she's on her knees, but I'm tellin' her this ain't church Tellin' her to leave 'cause I promise that this game hurts I'm in love with brain and she in love with how my brain works Yea its Songer outside the box Keep the beat goin', I'm going back in Yeah Listen Yo' Sick rapper, big stacker, lip slapper, kick backer Why you sleepin' on the boy, you a kidnapper Bitch bad I wink at her shit mad I been badder The way I role in stoned, you think I'm Mick Jagger It's in gods hands they call me Maradona I'm in my zone, don't disturb me when I'm gettin' gwalla My old girl is so upset, I never wifed her but It's ironic 'cause now she always misses Songer Yeah, bang Blackbox Part two Big up Blackbox every time You dun know big up readin' Dun know