Mad About Bars - S4-E23 PT 1 - Mixtape Madness, V9

Brigades

The Voice of the Streets

Wait, that’s Sapphire Beats

So you can’t say we don’t listen

I been seeing the comments, you lot have been hitting me up

It’s time for the Homerton Sensei

Come on, Sapphire Beats, One

Mad About Bars

Devilish stepping, that’s back road cheffings

From youngers to olders still leaving their bredrins

Six shot wap tryna turn man Dende, do you comprende?

You’re dead and I meant it

Won’t come back like Red Dead Redemption, whack that melon, his juice starts

smelling

Rip that top, that’s drip I’m setting, that’s drip I’m setting

Hop out the four door truck, got man doing up Crazy Taxi

I smoked little man in the cabby, head back gone like he’s smoking on Cali

Fuckin' patty, just screaming, «allow it, I’m not involved»

Snapchat check you on who you swore, dip that down to the rasclart bones

Civilian pushing and screaming out, «no», knife work dope, ching that boy

Don’t scream, «oi"'cause they’ll just blow, then just grab it and snatch his

soul

SK with the spinner, you best duck low, them man can tell with the bag

I wanna trap loads of pinkies, I swear I’m in love with the bands

One Leg said he hit the belly, that’s how many Z’s in the back?

Break that down and invest in waps, I really do live what I rap

They don’t wan' see V pull up, hop out and slap it like my sweet one’s back

Overlap, then come back, circle again 'till someone turns pack

No initiation, if you get jumped, you get whacked

We don’t do no chat

I’m with ST making devilish plans, I’m with KO making it happen

Double tap it, crashing, you do that, I splash it

I’m on badness, they buck into me and vanish

Get caught, leave man planking, napping, disappear like magic

V9 too devilish, kidnap yutes and watch him do coke

Snort that shit to the dome, should’ve never tried run with the dough

Weapons out, search and destroy, don’t come back 'till you find that boy

I’m Venomous Bopping when points get scored, two for one, you know how it goes

V9 bad, I’m realer than most, ching man down 'till my palms gets sore (Polo's

got that juice)

'Till my palms gets sore