Kiss Grime Freestyle With Rude Kid song by YGG from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, UK Rap, Grime music. The Record company is unknown. Released on June 18, 2017.
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Kiss Grime Freestyle With Rude Kid Meaning
| [## Freestyle [PK – 0:36] We’re like YGG, G, we’re like YGG G, we’re like YGG, everybody knows my team YGG Had your girl pinging off my BB, we got the swag locked from the head to the feet Everybody knows my team, my team, my team, my team YGG And again-gain we’re like YGG, G we’re like YGG Tracksuit styley like YGG, everybody knows my team YGG Had your girl pinging off my BB, we got the swag locked from the head to the feet Everybody knows my team, my team, my team, my team YGG Yo, curling everyday, call me Curlos Don’t wanna text me back? Oh well, that’s her loss That girl, she thinks she’s buff, so I told her bredrin come ‘Cause I want to have some fun, get the frenchies off put it in her guts, like YOSHO when I’m curling-los, flex on ‘dem with my goldilocks Why’d you think they call me Curlos? Bandana on head, ganged off to the socks All of the gyaldem love me lots, but some of them gyal don’t wash their crotch So I just say I want some top, sloppy top that’s wob in gob I know a girl her brain’s insane, but I don’t mean in a crazy way I mean her brain’s insane, it makes my right leg shaky shake When I give her a facial mask I’m, repeating the task, I’m having a blast Put my boxers on then laugh, PK, Curlos, Bad Ombré [Saint P – 1:43] Oh oh, siddy Saint, oh oh kay okay, yeah I know you’re not bad so, why’d you talk like that? Ahh All my singles play, man don’t wanna grind Actors doing play, cast them man away Have ’em doing kway I was like oh, got 5000 bars, not an O See me with who might see me with bro Like oh my, oh, got 5000 bars, not an O See me with who might see me with bro Come to your show then I lock off the show Siddy Saint, and he’s still about cake tryna really get paid Had my belly on red, frontline dishing out haze Difficult days tryna make my name squared, doing features giving out A’s Yeah siddy got game, gyal are like “Saint that’s a brilliant name” I just give her willy and, then I ghostwrite off like MIK See what I mean I paint pics like William Blake Ride for mine like Lily and James, flow wiz like Sirius Black Back on a mission Samurai sid-d-d-ain’t Jack on a case This time round no delay, gyal want me round theirs I figured about 8 Now I got gyal on my case ‘cah I hear about late , [Lyrical Strally – 2:36] I said I’m tryna be caking, even though I’m lazy like Shikamaru It’s just cah’ I’m always baking, I’m Gordon in the kitchen it’s flaming I’m, tryna get slice like pizza or, give me the cheese I’ll grate it Save my money like I’m Swiss or Asian, tryna get hard dough like a Jamaican I ain’t a flour man but you know self-raising, always in the box like raisins Strally’s in the mix like batter in a basin, you don’t wanna get battered I’ll chase him Make a man run like Asics trainers, babycakes on cakes it’s amazing Gyal give me cake I don’t chase it, tryna get a babycakes but I won’t chase it like lazy jakes Tryna be caked in cake so I’ll play my cards right like Crazy Eight I’m tryna get cake and bread and Treble that like the bass on Clef We ain’t taking steps, we’re 3 of a kind no baby steps L S T but it ain’t St. Louis, lyrical stick but it ain’t gluey You can say I’m tryna get paper ’til I got a picky afro like Huey L S T but it ain’t St. Louis, lyrical stick but it ain’t gluey You can say I’m tryna get paper ’til I got a picky afro like Huey Like L S T but it ain’t St. Louis, lyrical stick but it ain’t gluey You can say I’m tryna get paper ’til I got a picky afro like Huey So, I’m tryna save trees, and save the world like Huey Cah, I’ve been smart from young, but I never had a fat head like Stewie Bill a fat head of the cheese, bluey, food, kick, chop suey True say I roll with samurai Chinese guys, you can get a Hong Kong Phooey So don’t bite my flow, you can tell my man it ain’t chewy Stop right there go buss that U-ey, [?] [PK – 3:57] Stuck in a genjutsu that’s you, I can tell by your eyes ’cause you look confused I’ve got flows like I pick and choose, I’m flames on the mic like Amaterasu Stuck in a genjutsu that’s you, I can tell by your eyes ’cause you look confused I’ve got flows like I pick and choose, I’m flames on the mic like Amaterasu Stuck in a genjutsu that’s you, I can tell by your eyes ’cause you look confused I’ve got flows like I pick and choose, I’m flames on the mic like Amaterasu That’s a next voodoo I’m a evil yout, burn man’s flesh, oh what a stench Leave man under the ground like tube, third degree burns all over your chest Stop thinking you’re hench, come against me you’re due to get drenched Kick man down if you’re acting rude, tings get sticky in the CAM [?] like strawberry Yazoo, I’d hate to be in your kind of shoes Now tell me cuz who’s gonna save you, now you’re holding your belly Howling to the moon like a hungry wolf Like see me in the rave or see me in the show, touch the mic then I say YOSHO Touch the mic then I say YOSHO (*Reload*) Big tune selecta can you pull up that, saw your girl with the fat back we’ll have that If she’s got a fat back then I will tap that, and you coulda said nothing ’cause you would get slapped YOSHO, can you pull up that, saw your girl with the fat back we’ll have that If she’s got a fat back then I will tap that, and you coulda said nothing ’cause you would get slapped Like you don’t wanna see PK get wham, ’cause I’ll start bullying man My uncle got the transit van, throw you in the back yeah man call that one kidnap Like you don’t wanna see PK get wham, ’cause I’ll start bullying man My uncle got the transit van, throw you in the back yeah man call that one kidnap Oi don’t chat ’cause, I’ll be quick to react, fam you’ll end up on the mat with your face all smashed Manna got a broken head like Matt, Hardy yeah like Oi don’t chat, I’ll be quick to react, fam you’ll end up on the mat with your face all smashed Manna got a broken head like Jeff, Hardy yeah like Oi don’t chat ’cause, I’ll be quick to react, fam you’ll end up on the mat with your face all smashed Got a broken head like Matt, said he got a broken head like Jeff (*Reload*) What we tell them? Come on K O double F, K O double F, what we drinking K O double F, K O double F, K O double F, (hyphen hyphen) K O double F (hyphen E), K O double F, (hyphen hyphen), K O double F (hyphen E) I don’t drink no tea it’s strictly coffee, that’s what makes me a great MC Oi don’t chat ’cause, I’ll be quick to react, fam you’ll end up on the mat with your face all smashed Got a broken head like Matt, but you got a broken head like Jeff Delete that yute straight off of the ends, with stitches all over your head Covered in red, now you wanna whinge and moan to the ref Illegal tings like pebs and skengs, UFC when I tell ’em broke levz Nah, elbow straight to your head, I suggest you don’t get me vex On the mic invincible I got a golden prem, King YOSHO when I bar I’m undefeated, in a clash with them, off with their head like [?] Camden backroads where you don’t go ’cause the mandem are anti, very loco Got a hot head out for the bread and dough, snatch your leg let’s take that go Let that go in a CAM we keep it sho, tings get done like a slippery slope Getting me cross like Tic Tac Toe, man can’t rollover me he’ll get smoked Turn man’s head into beans and toast, scramble your head when I fry that yolk You should know my flow is cold, so cold manna call this flow Moscow Man better wear their warmest coat ‘cah man just know When I enter the show I get a reload, man can’t go against King YOSHO , [Saint P – 7:06] Hard from the start no I don’t ease in, I’m in the ends and I don’t mean New Zealand Saint P I’m friends with a few demons, I rep YGG to the world and back And if you rep that as well pledge your alleigance Wake up wait how am I feeling, text that girl in the morning and line some nectar for the evening Hard from the start I don’t ease in, I’m in the ends and I don’t mean New Zealand Saint P I’m friends with a few demons, I rep YGG to the world and back And if you rep that as well pledge your alleigance Wake up wait how am I feeling, text that girl in the morning and line some nectar for the evening Man, line up their head like a mohikan, they want a girl like Michelle Keegan I need a girl with some more season, accustomed to the English weather I shower in every season (*Reload*) Hard from the start no I don’t ease in, I’m in the ends and I don’t mean New Zealand Saint P I’m friends with a few demons, I rep YGG to the world and back And if you rep that as well pledge your alleigance Wake up wait how am I feeling, text that girl in the morning and line some nectar for the evening Man line up their head like a mohikan, they want a girl like Michelle Keegan I need a girl with some more season, accustomed to the English weather I shower in every season I move, like a ninja on stage Naruto couldn’t believe this Small circle can’t let any enemies in, MCs wanna do these things that I do What’s that achieving, for that teething you’ll get a chiefing I’m in the rave and I snuck trees in, I’m in the club on a hunt for the pumps And I ain’t leaving before I catch one decent, beat then I leave ’em I can’t keep ’em Wait ain’t that your girlfriend not even, I swear that’s your girlfriend not even One of them any tings manna beating, it’s not a keeping these hoes ting G code ting manna live by, 6 foot slim not a big guy But I’ve got a big heart man said he gets darker than midnight I get darker than my future cars, windows, I’m a tint man, so dark man can’t tell I’m inside But for now I got a big bike, and when I skid by don’t get hype Oh the bottom of my creps kiss mine, or I’ll smash a bottle on your head about a fist fight Yeah ’cause I see you when your chick shines You know what the chick’s like but, you should know all these young ghetto kids like Snapchat your chick now your chick’s mine , [Lyrical Strally – 9:02] Yo, yo, why’s man acting hard, you’re not hard, don’t try start, you ain’t got heart Or, maybe you’re just smart, ‘cah you can talk all that madness ‘Til you get bagged like a shopping cart, don’t want it with the lyrical clip star If you want I’m down for a link up, yo, I was like Yo, why’s man acting hard, you’re not hard, don’t try start, you ain’t got heart Or, maybe you’re just smart, ‘cah you can talk all that madness ‘Til you get bagged like a shopping cart, don’t want it with the lyrical clip star If you want I’m down for a link up, we can go bar for bar Mmm, call me the lyrical black sheep I’ve got bars after bars Your man’s tune get’s played but it’s after ours and I’ll be laughing last Tryna get cream like Haagen-Dazs, I’ve got new Nike creps on my feet So you won’t see a Van there like Sar, L S but it ain’t Louis Saha Said L S but it ain’t Leroy Sané this is man’s city you can’t come round our way YGG, we bring the coffee, call us the creme de la creme like latte Like Leroy Sané this is man’s city you can’t come round our way YGG, we bring the coffee, call us the creme de la creme like latte But it ain’t Leroy Sané this is man’s city you can’t come round our way YGG, we bring the coffee, call us the creme de la creme like latte I’m still going on blazay, like what is there that I can’t say Mmm, and what can I unsay, MCs get roasted like Sunday Or, manna get twined and left on the pathway, Zulu Warrior from Zimbabwe I’m from kway just call that far away, and when I’m in my zone, you can’t step on my Zone 2 like Narsty I’m tryna get stripes, you’re Naruto tryna be hokage So I, smoke weed ’til my eyes red like Sasuke Lyrical teeth, call me Kasane(?), lyrical slug woulda thought that I rolled with Sanada(?) Defend my team like Dante, I’ve got too many bars and they don’t stop going like Kanté 3 MCs wanna stop man I’ll dribble through them like Mané And I’ll dribble through them like Sadio, this is ETS’ flow, I won’t lie though Be a hero, don’t try bro, or I’ll splash man like Suigetsu Tryna avoid the splash like a lido, my art come like Psy I paint pictures but I don’t use biro and I’ll still eff your wife like Tyrone Red like Itachi, they don’t want me to switch like Sakura Test LS ain’t got enough chakra, don’t fuck with my Madara It ain’t black and white like manga, I’ll bring kung fu without the panda Moving like Rock Lee Gate Five, call me the sensei I’m that guy Sword and a shield, Zulu Warrior not Susano I might aim for your eye like Danzo or Deidara, cause a big bang like Hiroshima You can call me Hashirama, smoke leaf in the village but it ain’t Hidden Zoot got a red head like Gaara, yours is sandy like the Sahara [PK – 11:18] Plotting on man, how you gonna plot against a badman without a good plan Can’t come against man you must’ve gone mad, I’ll rub man out like a genie lamp Plotting on man, how you gonna plot against a badman without a good plan Can’t come against man you must’ve gone mad, I’ll rub man out like a genie lamp Plotting on man, how you gonna plot against a badman without a good plan Can’t come against man you must’ve gone mad, I’ll rub man out like a genie lamp Wish death on man and I’ll come right back yeah, I’m a little man but I’m a grown man So don’t be shocked if I scrap your dad, been on this ting from long way back Can’t plot on man ’cause your plan will fail, can’t plot on man ’cause I won’t have that Pull, up with your gang now you’re acting prang now, he’s on the roads like Van Damme 5 star throat slash no coming back, your likkle dreams ain’t matching mans Deeper flow that you can’t understand yeah that’s my plan Oi don’t chat ’cause, I’ll be quick to react, fam you’ll end up on the mat with your face all smashed Manna got a broken head like Matt, Hardy yeah like Oi don’t chat, I’ll be quick to react, fam you’ll end up on the mat with your face all smashed Manna got a broken head like Matt, Hardy Cah, cah, I am the Camden lad, see me on the frontline, Camden lad Chilling with the mandem, Camden lad, drawing the gyal, I’m a Camden lad I’m a C L C L, Camden lad, see me on the frontline, Camden lad Chilling with the mandem, Camden lad, drawing the gyal, I’m a Camden lad I’m like, what do you think this is, if you chat shit then you will be pissed If I come thru with my uncle [?] then I kick man’s wig like I’m Ibrahimovic Or I’ll spin man’s head when I’m with Travis, dem man are shook they start to panic Third eye open yeah I win, so I see through him he’s a likkle victim I don’t wanna put my hands on him like, Homer Simpson I’ll strangle him You don’t believe me better place that bet, chip’s on the table I’m gambling [?] on the face what a joker he’s crumbling, if he runs ten toes then I’m catching him Olé olé, the sound of the, Mexicans with me, amigos that are stamping him I’ll rush man like I got waves on my head and you know say that I am the wave captain Me and Mezzical, we’ve been gallivanting, getting it in with a Bristol ting I’ll rush man like I got waves on my head and you know say that I am the wave captain Me and Mezzical, we’ve been gallivanting, getting it in with a Bristol ting Bristol ting and she’s got nice skin, of course, so we drew that back real quick Did she have a fat backs? Of course she did, ask Hazzyman, he was doing his ting I know what you’re thinking, who mashed it but, none of my mandem are gonna snitch Anyway, so we like them saucy chicks them, gyal with the big tits and the big lips With the fat backs just to compliment it and, ask your girl she likes to hold my hand Not my fault your girl wants a real man, press your girl she come like my iPad No one can samba, samba like I can, ay carumba, who wants to test man Ay carumba, who wants to test man, leng man down with the mic in my right hand [Saint P – 13:33] I’m from Camden around here we don’t wear crocs One time I got [?] had holes in my socks Other day I copped my bro Lacoste flip flops [?] and I reached that spot At the top likkle dons wanna teef my flow ’cause I floss when I teef my flow ’cause it’s flossy She’s bossy, you’re a victim to the powers [?] But eff that me I just make her go down like an Aussie, anti I’m dodgy Can’t eff with me or the posse, that’s all costly, you know I’m great like Tony the Tiger You know Tony told me I’m frosty, try take you in but you lost me And man wanna dodge me like bumper cars, I see you stunting hard You’ll get, sat on your ass like a donkey, oh my, oh my, oh Ten toes or seg-mode surfing manna get bun when I roll by Convos with Homer about dough, on road you ain’t learning, making no notes I don’t know about you I want loads, they’ll be [?] more I’m level 2.0 Still roll to shows with a trackie like Joe, put him in the sky just like a new drone Dead ting no filter, face like a pitbull, keeps on barking my phone but I don’t want a bone God mode Don Corleone you’re a newbie, coming like bangs not Nokia I’m unruly Boys in the hood got the train running like rookie, slew me? You can’t Cah’ your bars need milk, can’t put him in shape like smoothie I, I, I bang, copy man that’s uncool like Bantzz, them bruddahs eat ham On my ends they can’t jam, I get dark you get tanned like Like, like, I bang, copy man that’s uncool like Bantzz, them bruddahs eat ham On my ends they can’t jam, I get dark you get tanned I, I, I, I see, what you’re trying to be is a G, what you’re trying to do I’ve done Who you’re trying to be I am, I know it’s all mad, now I see You’re just trying to compete with me, while you’re trying to compete with a man We’re busy bringing the K-O-double F-E, that’s S-A, S-A-I-N-T I dropped the P flow still locked to a T, you couldn’t be like me in your wildest dream You were living in the wildest dream, what was you smoking I’ve got the loudest cheese, 10 out of 10 like Downing Street Said he wants war, flows too weak, book my team better know it’s not Thought you was a farda didn’t you son, turned on tops didn’t you run Now you can’t walk by yourself on the sun, so in McDeez you got slapped, coulda got bun That’s no fun, catch him in Hamley’s that woulda been worlds of fun You [?] you don’t want none, this bubble in your mouth won’t taste like gum Spoonfeed clowns like taste this steel, manna doing deals on a three pound meal Feeling like I’m Uma killing these Bills, don’t shot brown still tryna get Meals I don’t chat Jill, from that top of the hill spot, [?] run me some water [?] set it’s no sauna, I say sauce like korma Thought you was a big man cause you got a six pack Well I’ve got a friend called Osama the barber He’ll push your wig back You don’t wanna see what he’s got in the gym bag Think you was a big man cause you got a six pack Well I’ve got a friend called Osama the barber He’ll push your wig back You don’t wanna see what he’s got hidden in the gym bag I was like, I was like, hold that, whiplash, I was like, hold on, wait there ‘Til the last time you got your wig splat, you don’t want a repeat of that mismatch If I lick a shot at your head I won’t miss man, nobody’s gonna miss man Me and the riddim are in sync, quicksand, not like JT call me out, that’s mythical Mystical won’t ring back, you got a wonky head please I’ll fix that Lift that, ollie ollie ollie I’ll volley and drop kick that I don’t shot but they holla me for the piff bag, give a likkle, get a Big man, I’m a big man but I’m not 6 foot 6 akh, I’m 6 foot 2 still growing Still growing [Lyrical Strally – 16:16] L-S, L-S striker, but, I’m an MC sweeper On Soundcloud I’m a playmaker, control the midfield from deeper Only girls in my DMs, I don’t care if she ain’t a keeper And I don’t care about her man, cah’ I make a big man Crouch like Peter L-S, L-S striker, but, I’m an MC sweeper (*Reload*) On Soundcloud I’m a playmaker, control the midfield from deeper L-S, L-S striker, but, I’m an MC sweeper L-S, L-S striker, but, I’m an MC sweeper Yo, L-S, L-S striker, but, I’m an MC sweeper On Soundcloud I’m a playmaker, control the midfield from deeper Only girls in my DMs, I don’t care if she ain’t a keeper And I don’t care about her man, cah’ I make a big man Crouch like Peter L-S, L-S striker, but, I’m an MC sweeper On Soundcloud I’m a playmaker, control the midfield from deeper Only girls in my DMs, I don’t care if she ain’t a keeper And I don’t care about her man, cah’ I make a big man Crouch like Peter L-S, L-S striker, MCs get blazed like Matuidi Tekkers on manual like Lanzini, man wanna bread, what a panini Goku’s wife, them man are Chi-Chi, I’m the lyrical streezy That’s why your girls on my balls, she can get the sack, like Manuel Pellegrini L-S, L-S striker, MCs get blazed like Matuidi Tekkers on manual like Lanzini, man wanna bread, what a panini Goku’s wife, them man are Chi-Chi, I’m the lyrical streezy That’s why your girls on my balls, she can get the sack, like Manuel Pellegrini Yo, girl got the sack just like Pellegrini, tekkers on manual like Lanzini Heads warm I’m tryna get off your beanie, winning headers like Maldini Tryna get Taka without the cheeky, name ain’t Mister but when I spray it’s Sheeny And, you can’t sweep me, Left Striker I’ll strike it cleanly And my local team is Brentford, so I move corrupt like Platini Defend my team just like Umtiti, Um to the Vooboo going on greazy Play midfield like Mafuba, rub my pot like I’m smoking a genie Tryna finesse all the yats, but I keep getting young adds like Jeezy L-S, L-S striker, five star skill moves, five star weak foot On your left shoulder like Demon, and imma send shots for no reason L-S, L-S striker, five star skill moves, five star weak foot On your left shoulder like Demon, and imma send shots for no reason Left Striker always in the box, not six yards, your girlfriend’s box After, I gotta shoot off, milkshake in the morning like [?] Left Striker always in the box, not six yards, your girlfriend’s box After, I gotta shoot off, milkshake in the morning like [?] If I’m injured I might need a crutch, not my leg, your girlfriend’s crutch After, I gotta get lunch, give her the monster, I don’t munch If I’m injured I might need a crutch, not my leg, your girlfriend’s crutch After, I gotta get lunch, give her the monster, I don’t munch Left Striker I’m tryna get snatch, not Statham, your girlfriend’s snatch After, I’m baking amm, get bun in the morning like bap Left Striker I’m tryna get snatch, not Statham, your girlfriend’s snatch After, I’m baking amm, get bun in the morning like [PK – 19:04] Righteous lion inside the ride not shy when I spray my bars I spray with pride Don’t care if your inside or outside on a, cloudy day yeah I’m that Righteous lion inside the ride not shy when I spray my bars I spray with pride Don’t care if your inside or outside on a, cloudy day yeah I’m that Righteous lion inside the ride not shy when I spray my bars I spray with pride Don’t care if your inside or outside on a, cloudy day yeah man get sky Like a, rollercoaster, ay carumba, what a surprise you’re going on a flight I hope you’re not scared of heights, sit tight, cah you’re in for a bumpy ride And you girlfriend she wants a, bumpy ride, she wants to know what I’m doing tonight like “Yo PK if you’ve got spare time, can you come round mine I wanna show you something that you might like” Silly girl she thinks she’s sly I, think it’s time she, wants the pipe So I, grab my coat with the furry hood, young Simba Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay carumba, who’s that girl there with the big bumper More time me and the mandem wonder, me I set pace ’cause I ain’t no fronter Ay, ay, ay carumba, who’s that girl there with the big bumper More time me and the mandem wonder, me I set pace ’cause I ain’t no fronter Looney Tunes, [?], can’t take shots in my cowboy hat Know what it is when I’m riding out, I changed my costume dressed in black Bury MCs six feet in the ground, Undertaker I’ll take man down Tombstone piledriver what now, now this boy’s got a broken crown Looney Tunes, [?], can’t take shots in my cowboy hat Know what it is when I’m riding out, I changed my costume dressed in black Bury MCs six feet in the ground, Undertaker I’ll take man down Tombstone piledriver what now, now this boy’s got a broken crown King YOSHO when I spit I frown, I touch the mic and the crowd goes wild YOSHO when I YOSHO that’s me, them man there wanna be my child Them man there wanna copy my steeze, got styles for them it’s blatantly I’ll merk man live on the TV, BBC One Children in Need Manna got a chesty cough, man wanna ask “PK what’s wrong?” Looney Tunes like “what’s up darg?” I’m Elmer Fudd I spit like a pump I, already said I’ll make a boy jump but, this new one will make a boy hop and scotch Lying you know you can’t clash this don, can’t manage me like Jurgen Klopp Can’t keep up now your face is red like Liverpool’s top And, I’ve got bars that are big like oak I’m, radioactive I’m that don, when I’m confident everyting gets long I’ll throw man around just like a ping pong cah my bars are strong like an elephant’s trunk [?] man get stepped on Wanna act bare hard rudeboy steady on, mind how you talk rudeboy where you from No point tryna act bad for the mandem cuh we see through you like Evian Clash rudeboy ok bring it on, run laps round you like a long marathon I’m a lyrical god for a silly likkle don, now you see where you’ve… [Saint P – 21:18] I’m screaming out Black Lives Matter even though I’m still an IC3 in the eyes of police (fuck feds) I could be as polite as a neek still treat me like I’m hiding a nine milli piece It’s getting doubly peak for a man like me to survive on these streets of rage and (race) But a guy’s gotta eat and my life isn’t cheap so eff Feds you can all die in your sleep Backup, they call backup for point one of green I’m like, “Officer, what’s the need? Are you that weak? I’m only 6’3” What happened to your training scheme you likkle chief” These same yutes used to sit by the PC now think they’re bad ’cause their badge says ‘PC’ Sneaky CID wanna creep on me and then ask for ID, what cheek I bang, copy man that’s uncool like Bantzz, breddas eat ham On my ends they can’t jam, I get dark you get tanned I, I, I, I bang, copy man that’s uncool like Bantzz, breddas eat ham On my ends they can’t jam, I get dark you get tanned But I’m advanced like an SP, I’m hearing likkle MCs wanna test me I’ll bend around the corner like I was in an S3, in then I’m Audi Butcher, dead meat, can’t call my name then scream out “allow me!” Can’t go back you can’t press B, how much do you wanna bet me I said no this ain’t a game boy, boy, But I’m advanced like an SP, I’m hearing likkle MCs wanna test me I’ll bend around the corner like I was in an S3, in then I’m Audi Butcher, dead meat, can’t call my name then scream out “allow me!” Can’t go back you can’t press B, how much do you wanna bet me You’ll get left ten feet under, SP or PS, PS, I don’t really tolerate BS And I can’t burn man but the gas can that’s CS, now you can’t see S If you wanna VS P, you’ll get touched like a Gameboy DS I, ain’t got a BM, but I’ll still pipe out your BM I’ll give her the biscuit, BM I might jump in the war me and myself there’s no third eye like Tien Next one I might lift man out of his TN’s, so quick you won’t see it Roll to the rave with no plus 1, still bring three in See which girls wan pum pum freein’, oh yeah Man can’t send for my G’s that’s a straight up African pair of beatings Said he’s gonna press like apps on an S3, kick in the ballbags, don’t get testy Said he’s gonna press like apps on an S3, kick in the ballbags, don’t get hold on (testy) Said he’s gonna press like apps on an S3, kick in the ballbags, don’t get testy Said he’s gonna press like apps on a hold on (S3), said he’s gonna press like apps on a wait Said he’s gonna press like apps on an S3, kick in the ballbags, don’t get testy Got no dough when you’re in your twenties North West don, spent days by the chip shop Swear them man used to eat Sam’s not Wendy’s Gyal with a slim back, chest all hefty Not wife but you shoulda saw what she sent me Still peng tings I get plenty Can’t believe them gun chat on a set Said he shoots like a Lex but he looks like a Lexi Me nuh inna nuttin’ with triangle don but I’ll flatline a man like a set piece I’ve got so many levels I move recky Don’t tempt me I’ll leave your chest empty You don’t trap you’re trendy Said she wanna eff me as soon as she met me, I was like [Lyrical Strally – 23:34] Three IC3’s from YGG, royalty man come like sheikh Skin an MC like Mikey Streets, and we spit on lively beats Due to blow like an IED, ‘cah the buzz won’t D-I-E Keep merking man ’cause of OCD, yo Three IC3’s from YGG, royalty man come like sheikh Skin an MC like Mikey Streets, and we spit on lively beats Due to blow like an IED, ‘cah the buzz won’t D-I-E Keep merking man ’cause of OCD, merking man for the E-N-T Cah I’ve got grime in my jeans like I didn’t wash them, like they ain’t clean But, it’s G-E-N-E, I ain’t tryna be on IPP But I’m hoping I see P, cah I’m tryna shine like ICB You can’t take us for a free sample, I beg chick don’t try me please YGG, royalty man come like sheikh Skin an MC like Mikey Streets, and we spit on lively beats Due to blow like an IED, ‘cah the buzz won’t D-I-E Keep merking man ’cause of OCD, keep merking man for the E-N-T Yo, bare man wanna be LS but, man get merked when they see LS Man get merked like a CLS, make man blow fast like BMF Bare man wanna be LS but, man get merked when they see LS and Man get merked like a CLS, make man blow fast like BMF like Girls want the beat from S, go with L, smoke big L’s You can’t do no E’s with S, or that backwards DSL, L I said I spit like a lyrical S, man try take that bar from L, L But, you can’t win against S, try but here fam take this L, L Them bruddas chatting S, hmm, I was like flipping ‘ell I’ll, send shots from the LS, drive-by merk man in an SL Three man team, no double S, I’ll shot man like double-E, L Lyrical Strally that’s L and S, rep YGG and West L L Strally’s got new flows like Nike, got new creps Got a new jersey, don’t say Dudek Say New Jersey, don’t mean the US, I’m from the UK I’ll make an MC sweat like shirt, I’ll make an MC sweat like his name was Earl Fuck a sweatshirt call it a crewneck, cah your girl will give the whole crew neck African Zulu Warrior but you can still get a German Suplex Royal Rumble I’ll be like “who’s next”, them man are useless, Strally is ruthless Send an MC to the skies and roof them, roofing MCs like Roofie MCs get downed like a shot, Strally’s got a hangover too then L Strally’s got new flows like Nike, got new creps But I never went Nike Town, stomping I’ll make a MC lie down On the floor with his back up like iCloud, didn’t backup like iCloud So he got boxed like storage, 123, give man a time-out Or we can do a countdown, if he was on a TV series with me Celebrate jungle, get them guys out, come against me that’s a Total Wipeout (*Reload*) ## [8 bars] [Lyrical Strally – 26:10] Like Nike, got new creps But I never went Nike Town, stomping I’ll make a MC lie down On the floor with his back up like iCloud, didn’t backup like iCloud So he got boxed like storage, 123, give man a time-out Or we can do a countdown [PK – 26:24] [Saint P – 26:36] You know me, I saw the girl, draw the girl Next step, beat but don’t keep the girl She’s lovesick and her head’s not well But the girl says that I rock her well You know me, I saw the girl, draw the girl Beat but don’t keep the girl She’s lovesick and her head’s not well But the girl says that I rock her, rock her [Lyrical Strally – 26:50] LS, I finesse, take your bird, from the nest Like a shot glass I’ll get necked, take man’s ruby call him a gem LS, I finesse, take your bird, from the nest Like a shot glass I’ll get necked, take man’s ruby call him a gem [PK – 27:03] Get sliced and diced like fruit salad, that one’s gonna be a next madness Get sliced and diced like fruit salad, that one’s gonna be a next madness Get sliced and diced like fruit salad, that one’s gonna be a next madness Get sliced and diced like fruit salad, get sliced and diced like fruit salad [Saint P – 27:17] I said today, day, my mate Dave just dropped me an [?] eighth What we got today, strawberry and a purple rain You know I wanna get high like plane I said today, my mate Dave just dropped me an [?] eighth What we got today, strawberry and a purple, purple rain [Lyrical Strally – 27:32] Yo, I said Lyrical Strally [?] in a concrete jungle with the bamboo [?] bolt right at you Throw punch in side let one of them catch you But if you cat my flow I’ll catch you And, if grime is a culture Sending for L Strally is taboo Cah you can’t take me for a chief [PK – 27:45] Left foot, right foot, manna for the CAM Shoot from the middle like CAM D-E-N yeah that’s my ends And know when I’m on the ball I was like, left foot, right foot, manna for the CAM Shoot from the middle like CAM D-E-N yeah that’s my ends And know when I’m on the ball, ball, ball [Saint P – 27:57] Head all bent to the side like D Double E’s kangol You got your body chopped From the neck to the ankles You don’t want to get every ligament in your body dismantled I ride the riddim hands-free, no handles Man can get waxed like candles Different angles, P, tryna get a bank-full Nah you could never clash I, I [Lyrical Strally – 28:11] Yo, yo, it’s the um to the voo boo African Zulu, don’t do voodoo If you want energy, I’m the plug Call me Lulu, come like a fitness guru Red devil but I don’t bang suwu Diss man think I won’t clock you must’ve gone cuckoo Said you must have a screw loose, and your girlfriend’s loose too [PK – 28:25] I say to myself sometimes “like rah, let me think of another fantastic bar” No I don’t mean no drink in the bar yeah Levels on a rave I’ll raise that bar I think to myself sometimes “like rah, let me think of another fantastic bar” No I don’t mean no drink in the bar yeah Levels on a rave I’ll raise that bar [Saint P – 28:38] Ayy, you must have meant sex in the soil When you said that you’ve done’d her Your girl says that I’m childish, calling me a cunt But it’s all fun, make sure that I beat the cunt first He said, she said, eff that, bun him, bun her Kill him with one verse and one herb My little white girl with the bumper Thought she can handle the heat now she’s sunburnt [L Strally – 28:52] Yo, you wanna war with Strally Salty fish you’re not my ackee Nah, call you a chicken Call man Colonel’s, you’re not Gaddafi Yo, you wanna war with Strally Salty fish you’re not my ackee Nah, I call man a chicken Call man Colonel’s, you’re not Gaddafi ### Tracklist: # Freestyle 0:10 – ? 1:29 – ? 2:36 – Preditah – ? 3:44 – ? 4:38 – ? 5:37 – Rude Kid – Voices (Filthy Gears Remix) 7:08 – Mr. Oizo – Flat Beat (Dubzta Refix) 9:30 – Z-Virus – Rude Sting (? Refix) 10:24 – ? 11:58 – Wiley – Bad ‘Em Up 12:52 – Rude Kid – Galaxy 13:46 – ? 14:14 – Metro Boomin’ – Bad and Boujee (Mischief Refix) 15:34 – ? 16:28 – ? 17:43 – Spooky – My Desire 19:04 – ? 20:11 – ? 21:17 – Sir Spyro – Tekkerz (Rude Kid Remix) 22:26 – Rude Kid – Game (VIP)(?) 24:01 – Rude Kid – ? 25:08 – ? 25:22 – ? 25:35 – ? 25:49 – Wiley – Wot Do U Call It 25:56 – ? # 8 Bars 26:23 – ? 26:36 – ? 26:50 – Wiley – Wot Do U Call It 27:04 – ? 27:17 – ? 27:30 – ? 27:44 – ? 27:58 – Jon E Cash – Black Ops 28:11 – ? 28:24 – ? 28:38 – ? 28:52 – ?] |
Frequently posed queries
- Who produced the lyrics for Kiss Grime Freestyle With Rude Kid?
This lirics prodiucer by Skepta, Boss Mischief, Spooky Bizzle, Metro Boomin, Preditah, Wiley, Dubzta, Filthy Gears, Jon E Cash, Sir Spyro, Mr. Oizo & Rude Kid.
- Who is the songwriter behind this hit single? Kiss Grime Freestyle With Rude Kid
Kiss Grime Freestyle With Rude Kid song is written by PK (UK), Saint P & Lyrical Strally
