Mad About Bars - S4-E23 PT 2 - Mixtape Madness, V9

Jheez

M1OnTheBeat

Alright

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So if we’re gonna talk about some of the hardest rappers to come out of Hackney

M1OnTheBeat

Then look no further, it’s poppin' in Homerton

So for three and half years now, this platform’s been dedicated to showcasing

only the hardest in these London streets

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And best believe, V9 is definitely up there

Two waps like Lara Croft, I’m tomb raiding if I hear you got gwop

And if you get hit with this mop, that’s you cleaned off the streets

I’ll run man off like I stepped on shit, they’re running away, they taking the

piss

Grab that skeng, attack that kid, KO double tap 'till his gun go pink

Ching, I’ll use my blade upon him, I want man red and dead for redemption

I’m on double tappings and 'nappings, buss mans head, needs more than a napkin

They tried say I’m violent, okay, that’s great

Said I gotta take it easy, I’m like it is what it is

V9 too devilish, ching man’s dog for backing their owner

I’m old school like Motorola, bro sees rock like he’s doing up vodka

Kitchen whipping, freedom he’s risking

I’ll take that biscuit, cah I need them digits

.32 spins, I’ll ring it, Rambo knife, push it in him

I don’t know nuttin' 'bout chattings, I’m on the back road doing up stabbings

Trip up, get damaged, like I fell on the phone in my jacket

That night was tragic, he done a spinning reaper, what happened?

They can’t manage if I hop out the ride and clap it

I’m with SK talking 'bout murder, I want man gone, I want it urgent

Free my brothers and free my opponents

Back road, gang’s swerving, tryna put a young boy where the shirt is

Keep talkin' nonsense, it’s all in process, soon pull up and torch it

Civilians screaming, «oh shit», dot-dot come long like sword fish

Don’t get zoe tryna run, that’s horrid, trip up, watch the knife work flourish

Trip up, watch the knife work flourish (M1OnTheBeat)

And hand on my heart, I’m trying, I’m riding but them man ain’t dying

I’m sick of the way they’re surviving, split man’s head like Sylar

Pull up in silence, the look on their face, it’s priceless

Two shanks have knife him, catch him, drill him, why’s he crying?

Screaming and shouting in my ears all dying, skeng in my pocket,

this beef be frying

Opp block for a hour each, I call that perfect timing

Two balls on her fucking tongue, I call that seedy antics

Smoke man and fucking nap him, put him in the attic, where’s the bread?

Where’s the ransom?

Canadian girl, might press her, she said I’m slim, do more press ups

She don’t know that I’m carrying Goliath, one touch you is like One Punch Man

Fly out the car like Rob Van Dam, do it and dash, can’t stitch that *****

Two man up, that’s me and Abz, hand in my pouch, watch them man just dash

Venomous Bop and I pop, I’ll drop him, turn man’s skull to a bowl like spun it

I’m the Homerton Sensei, and don’t you forget it

I’m Bankai stepping, my Zangetsu real hellish

My Zangetsu real hellish (Ay, come here)

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