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streetz (lab tv) - respect this freestyle lyrics

imma start like…
“money is the motive”, i get it how i get it
and i infect these beats lad, my words are epidemic
i’ve got knowledge imma spread it
most of you rappers sound pathetic
gun talk but no bodies, no one’s needing paramedics
so confess kid, you ain’t committed no offences
a few man have dissed man and thought i got offended
a few man snitched just to get a better sentence
i dig man’s grave and then bury you in sections
i used to smoke weed every morning for a breakfast
i used to watch the scene and now i represent myself kid
cause most these man are females, yous know what your s+x is
b+tchin over anything, i’ll leave with your necks kid
two man buried, now i wonder who the next is
come direct and don’t sneak diss like jep did
a lot of man i rate lad, but half of them are wet nits
i name who i rate so just listen and respect this
jukey’s f+cking k!lling it, rico be a lyricist
jep and big o are spitting sh+t that are limitless
jonno found the flow, name an up and comer like him
bully packs us on it i don’t know a rapper like him
young k’s back, i rate leetz but she’s hidin
prophet stayed real, saint’s sick, and ramma’s writing
l kid’s respectable, ltg are legible
juvey’s got a flow and wordplay that be flexible
jamie broad’s track got me gassed like a chemical
if you ain’t heard your name i just forgot or you’re a vegetable
every bar i spat was facts lad
you’re bragging about a monkey, i just paid it out in tax lad
got myself a daughter and a queen, you’ve got a fat tramp
i can buy an audi, you can barely pay a black cab
you can barely pay your ma her keep
man are buying clobber, then they’re skint for like a couple weeks
you a divvy and your talk’s cheap
i k!ll an mc with my pen and make a chalk scene
i took a break, now i’m back for good
i got a bag of cash lad you’ve got a bag of dust
you’ve got a slag lad and the man have f+cking had her rough
treat her like a dirt, the b+tch was squirting like a capri sun
if man diss, i got the pen it’s like a shovel lad
i burn down careers, have them looking like a rubble bag
i got the money in a rubber band
you’re chatting ot with ogs until the muzzle flash
i had 8 corners you could call that a box
you deal flaves in the clippy i dealt mine in the box
you got a dead flow and dead hooks, i’m sharp and a boss
i’m a lyricist your pen could get you shove up in box
so don’t diss g, unless you want an aftermath
i’ve took down two so count your luck and go and add the maths
you couldn’t par me so go back your chat
i smoke man quick, like a spliff when i’m in amsterdam
i’ve got my vision like my ray+bans
i’ve never caught a case because i’m smarter than your main man
i ain’t into playing games fam, so swerve all the dissing
cause i’m living like a made man
it’s streetz

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