V9 HB Freestyle - V9

Chip

Joey Clipstar

HB freestyles

Now today we got one of Homerton’s finest

Ghosty

He was meant to come in from long time ago

But it doesn’t matter because I always say that

But he’s here now innit so we’re gonna get into it

HB Freestyles

Joey Clipstar

I don’t really have to say much

We’ll let the music do the talking

From a young G, I ball like a goalie, bro hit the target, no Stoney

Do man up for my broski, I’m in the back of the dings for my cody

5 man like Kids Next Door, running yutes down but my stamina’s poor

It’s just slip or God will know if my man tripped, you know how it goes

Sword come long like Yao Ming, flick shanks slide up like Stanley’s

I do up a opp boy badly, me and Sheggz got him down on a mad ting

I can’t move too loose, I’m on the road, got too much to lose

Spill that juice, revenge, my fucking Bruce

And how many man over there been chinged, but still woke up from death?

This shit’s ments', the life I live there’s no sense

I won’t stop till half of them dead

But it’s easier, said than done, cah the man there good with their legs

Come like my opps are Ade, cah the man there don’t know 'bout stand off’s

Man get banged on, headtop red like a tampon

I’m old school like Master Splinter, my heart come colder than winter

9ers known for the ringers, samurai eat man for dinner

Samurai eat man for dinner

Pull up on smoke, so of course I’m stepping on violence

Fuck Trident, hop out the car and knife man

The life I live is intense, back road with a fuck-off skeng

I’ll firm that dots like Krillin, I just pray the kickback ain’t ments'

I’m fucking tapped, roll with a Sammy like Samurai Jack

Get wacked, get wacked for giving man chat

Ask my man, he got licked with a bat

Main road still doing up mazza

Fuck cameras, I ain’t got no manners

See a opp, I set it straight, no lay-lay, get bored in the face

Dem man run off and leave their friends

How many man split up and do legs?

Fucking gems, this shit ain’t making no sense

They shooting pellets, they don’t need the petty

Get round there, leave the whole scene messy

How many times they look in man’s eyes and still run away like it’s Sharingan?

Get a dent in your chest, just like All Might opp block, man suck it all God

damn night

Gang pull on tookie and slap man’s spine, V9 with the raw, you ain’t safe

outside

Young boy said he wants to make P’s, I told him «Bring them cards like Yugi»

Bro doing up O, that’s Cleveland Brown and Julie

Anything Woolly get splashed and chinged

The olders run before seeing a thing, are you fucking kidding?

Of course you get chinged for being in vids

Put my foot on the curb one by one, same way I put bells on the dots

Catch a opp, he’s gone, slap shots tryna turn man off

MC Hammer, can’t touch this, This burning wap, it’s disgusting

Up it and bang it in public, head back, won’t heal it if I bruck it

Don’t take the piss, I’m taking trips, gut man like fish

Long arse Sammy, wet man down on the mains, he’s pissed

Spill juice like Cognac, this wap come blacker than Kodak

Trapline what?

You don’t want that, take man’s line, yeah I’m on that

And this flick come small like Stanley, take it out and I get real splashy

Take it out and I get real-

Tally;

tell her bend her back, let me grab it

When I blaze the kid, no Nintendo

Who’s on who?

I beg man just say so

V9 too devilish, give him two like a free throw