Behind Barz Freestyle - Part 2

Yea, yea, scouse nigga shit
You know what the fuck it is
Let me hit them with the standard flow
Or should I hit them with the pausing flow
Or the scorching flow
Got so many flows, I don’t know
I just give them just a portion though
I’m on some real nigga shit, what are you on?
Got 2.6 million on 2-1
When the phone rings, I’ve got 2 on
In fact, I got a few on
If I’m on chase with me and me mate, then that’s two gone
SAF still got his two rings on
I’ve still got me two things on
Stand by in case, if I have to get a few mings gone
The ends is gone mad these days
Shootouts every day, man have got things and things on
Deck, chairs, when I hit, man fold
When I press bang, the slugs’s gonna sit man
Make him flip back, like hitman
I’m on the gully side of town, where the drama is
Similar to where Osama lived
Gunshots on the reg, he started talking to the fed, he only got hit in the leg
Yesterday you're talkin’ gangsta tho, talkin’ pure greaze
Them man were talkin’ gangsta tho, ‘til bro let four squeeze
Anytime you hear my bars, its’s row grease
If I pull up on your block, leg shot, that’s sore knees
Head shot make man's face split open for p’s
No pod, just four p’s
He said the weed’s dead, I said: what, that’s raw cheese
Just for the cheek, pass his and your p’s, and pass the weed
Let me show you how to master P
‘Cause when it comes to robbing weed, I’ve got a master’s degree
Listen, the kids are still cotch with the Smith'n
I’m still snippin’, and boppin’ and dippin’
Tryna avoid the plod, don’t wanna end up going back
Niggas still be like the scouse kid be flowin’ mad
Niggas still be like the scouse kid be doin’ bits
I’ve seen him hangin’ out the window tryna burst it at these pricks
Little pricks, try come in the bits, you get blitzed
We got clips on clips, and we tryna get more clips
And you can get clipped for thinking you can talk shit
That’s awkward, we don’t forfeit
When it’s beef, we load up the things and go to war
Shoot to score, or we don’t shoot at all
Might just press R1, and just finesse the whole bawl
Me and Giggs and then finessed the whole tour
Now I’m back on the ends, need to connect to throw four
I do shit you wouldn’t even get to do
Meet people you wouldn’t even get to meet
You only see them on the TV, you don’t see them on the street
But they phone my phone wanting to meet
Phone my phone, when they want weed
You only phone when you want P
Little tramp you probably still robbin’ phones you little thief
Little geeks had the same clothes on for weeks
Me niggas OT same clothes on for weeks
He'll put holes in your face for dem o’s in your cheek
Should have gold in a safe with these flows and these beats
Should have the sweats the way I’m holdin’ these heats
Talk shit, and you’ll be holding these sweets
Man get active, we be rollin’ in Jeeps
Rollin’ deep, you man are maggots, rollin’ with geeks
Clap him up and cross the border using whole different deets

Scousematic, you twats