 If check the brand and get to know the name Independent movement We're about to take over day Tryna slow us down, but we ain't gonna let it happen Change the family cycle like Frank Lucas in the mansion Paint the picture in my head and then I grind to reach it Now I've got a dream that I believe I will achieve it I'm a sexy arrow chick, you know that she's the meanest Sipping on pine, I'll push her rock without this evening Leaving in the morning, cause she knows I got a meeting Back to the grind, cause the grind gets the peasant No matter how you eatin' As long as you get paid Can't be broke, but I ain't on a fixed way I'm just trying to get it in, get it in every day Law of attraction, so I sit and meditate Yo, yo, I put the root in brutality I make the ravers lose sanity Wanna see man, then move to the beat Wanna see girl, burn a few calories Let me show man what a new swagger be I get the kids hyped like a huge bag of sweets Put up your hands and broke up the dance If you wanna live life on a huge salary Get them on the ones and twos Then I'm leaving the raid with a gal on each arm Killing MC with a bag of these bars Man contest when the batteries charge on a couple resort Roll with a strong team, you ain't gonna get far If you're not keen, man I got their tunes No coughs, sweets on this thing They are levelin' Josh B I'm brutal, I touch my, get high Old school, one for the new school As usual, it's a non-dice class So make sure in the section at the end You go to the poll and vote who you've got won Alright, this is a two hip hop, one grand re-battle MC on my right hand side Killing the crying scene From knots, make some noise for Brucy Let's go! Yes, make sure you check out either of those I have a new video on the channel right about now Make sure you caught Brucy's music as well And on the left hand side I'm letting him distribute you like a year ago today From Leicester, make some noise for K-1 Let's go! I'm gonna get the start of the show off And that one is dropped So that's what she had in Pedro's hand Alright, they got 132 by each one, each beat Brucy chose to go first, the first beat is nice It's round number one on my 3, 3, C, let's go! The game's wide, when I say mine He's lurking in the water and it's relaxed Face tight, K-1 Starting by your swag, it just ain't right How you looking, ballin' and beat down at the same time See you with brave use and handy on the wave type Really, all this guy wants his A-bites, a snake bite K-1, you close whatever, the straight fight Why you're always fraggin' by the hustle, get your main grind What is the type to say the nice on his waistline Put it on his Facebook site like a big guy Remember why you're walking, got into my alley Lock in the castle, like work under the wire Even bombers are travel, sounding like a biker You need to stop with your babble I'm the honouring event, prove honestly your shit When I've got the right to speak You should be off and trying to quit If he calls you with your boys, I won't be on it When the bitch will get trapped on stage I'm a donor in the risk, now I'm having K-1 jelly Just face it, you don't sound like my peeps from Knox There must be a reason, cause you're from the countryside Like long eaten, you're just the one that's what I think Cause I'm right, and it came from the streets Now I'm bringing it back, with your iron move slogan What the fuck is that, you get tangled Yeah, I'm talkin' happy slap, new quality No, you're not bad on beats, no, you're not bad on streets Like a donkey, nox, you ain't nothing Stop with your gas, he looks like a poo from the Simpsons It's my temperance, and I don't mind geeks For liking rap though, sticking your crap flow You ain't from Knox, all that shit swag I should send you back home, because if you was from Knox You'd be the shitest, you ain't from Knox It's just where you're livin' White light, you're rising, the rising is spittin' One extra light, you ain't runnin' You ain't got no fans, you can't walk through meadows You can't go say hands, put your hands trying You'll get shot or shot My sister rockin', you're sippin' When you're lookin' more like it's crack rocks You're pippin', cryin' close to your blood The most horrible image Lookin' like a cat to find the winnin' Not a reticent All these livin' is his fate When you're gonna stop with your gimmicks You think you're gonna gain the fans' respect When you're gettin' cash Seen him countin', fuckin' money in his mitts Like he's gully in the mitts Boy, you just look like a beggin' twat Real brave from the hood, don't display They're guns that keep a low profile And the roast about the way they run Boy, you glorify the streets like you made no hood Boy, you make the streets like every time you made it open Boy, your music is shit from your makers Riding on YouTube, lookin' like a beggin' bro He's the only guy who could cost dark beds Put it on YouTube and still receive more hate than love But you're a shit rapper How could you be surprised Come up on my face with your sub cheeks and be the eyes You think you're gully in Leicester It's on the beats to ride Take your cheese and court You are your circle like a pizza slice Yeah, you run up all in brick More poor hits when you're spittin' us Boring shit I came down to his head It's just a torture prick You gettin' fried up in Leicester Like Walker's Chris Don't block shit out of me, sir You're your roast about it's a surrogate decision Boy, he's lookin' more like his cracked rocks that you're pimping Pricey clothes too, you've got the most horrible image Lookin' like a cat that found a winnin' lottery ticket Honestly, this is fake When you're gonna stop with your gimmicks You think you're gonna gain the banter of spec Cause you're getting cash See the cat is fuckin' money in his vids Like he's gully in the vids Boy, you just look like a beggin' twat Real braids from the hood Don't explain their guts to keep a low profile The roast about the way they run Boy, you glorify the beats Like you make the hood Boy, you clean the street like every time you beat it up All your music is shit, man You make us fuck off Viral on YouTube Lookin' like a pagan roast You're the only guy who could cost down beds Put it on YouTube Let's still receive more hate and love Could you rest shit, rapper? How would you be surprised? Come up on my face with your suck cheeks and beady eyes Think you're gully in Leicester Until the beats arrive Take your cheese and coat You bite your circle like a pizza slice Yeah, you're an appalling prick All more hits Why not you spit in that boring shit I can't dance to his debt To torture prick He's gettin' fried Don't be less alive Oh, cus cus cus Don't clap, don't wanna see a beat Send y'all a beat up, tello Marble like a brickhouse to a tiny piece of Lego Frag your teeth for yellow I got you like a cheapest freddo Does he remind you of a mix of Ali-G and Demo? Boy, I teach you a bit more yet Give him some to get me It's don't clap, don't wanna see a beat Send y'all a beat up, tello Marble like a brickhouse to a tiny piece of Lego Frag your teeth for yellow I got you like a cheapest freddo Does he remind you of a mix of Ali-G and Demo? Oh, more like a little bookie in a jam From the pull-up to the pot To see me put you down some fuck You don't get no news People look at him and laugh to stop Moving so baby, boy, your dumb ass getting latched Truthfully, you don't even deserve the name Bruce Lee But to me, it sounds way too close to Bruce Lee And your bars ain't sick You ain't got a technique You just rhyme every word And rap like a geek I'd never trust you Cus you're more like a piece To don't ever DM me You're gettin' about me About anybody you know Want big bits for cheap Kinda bait that you'll get you punched in your cheek Can tell you went straight from the way that you did it For me, yeah, I live it You're just the kind of it You're the type of pussy to get jacked if you're around a bit Kick your bitch, Jew Now they know she's a rowdy bitch You can't go without a split She can't go without a dick Imagine what it's like, it's like Shit, I don't wanna know Imagine what it's like Biggin' up her place, it's not your home Stop every nox Nox don't need you Shout out new count from one week called a leader I'm an easy haze in your she-shot Drag don't move me Don't creel and I'm a G.O. Let me get deeper, let me tell you how it is You're wack and I'm sick I'm the shit in your pits You ain't never had hip-hop so locked like this Flow's natural Cringe from the block mine, kid You ain't born and grazed on the block mine, kid And that's why I'm battling This shit's embarrassing Only few people don't flock that carry it Locker them mentality, but most ain't street It's like a big bunch of youths to the American scene Got punchlines, go come take a punch in the cheek Back to Bruce Lee, exactly one of them geeks Can't handle no beef, but the one that eats Can't handle no beef, but the one that eats K-Y, funny how I've supported four hours Made my dry life dead, K-Y Funny how I've supported four hours Made my dry life burnt to the young Great boy, so that's simple If you really wanna get a bit of pop, let it go Are you gonna step to no gas for your battle watch And offer it by Pedro K-Y's an angry fever Unless they don't like you, Eva I am the East Midland speaker Smoke that K-Y, just like she is, you know Yeah, man She don't know me, bro Me, come Don't she got back with my bedroom cage Book cabion and you might see You still think she wouldn't Cause you know that she wanted a jeep So she got back with my bedroom cage She proved, you might see Don't check shit, you will get stuff for you And you've got Asian white or monkey Don't think I've even heard you, you took the wrong turn This healing, you're going to think she wouldn't You're going to be where you're high on my ease She's getting effed Cause you know that she wanted a jeep So she got back with my bedroom cage Catch you when you run your jeep Don't check shit to me, Bruce You'll get bruised, chalked in the face like Bruce C-C on the 10 o'clock news Leave no clues, four-time Black Tim Lude You ain't know who I am, Bruce You just should know who I am, Bruce They're going, you're back with me Stop acting, Bruce But you might see Don't check shit to me, you'll get dopey And you've got Asian white or monkey Just know where you're at, trick or country Wrong turn you, you took the wrong turn This ain't the hills in the eyes, it's Leicester You think it's good for your life A card on mine, shook inside Get me off, and you won't leave my side I might go, alright Ain't gonna lie, better than you Tell him that I told the UK at festivals I've done plenty of shows, that's just my eyes I'm not gonna tell him the truth Yo, there's some guys that might help people