Bison Freestyle

[Verse 1:]
One of the worst
Practice Hours, one of the first
Dem can't walk the walk like me, that's one of my verse
Bossman, you don't want to verse
Who God blessed no man can curse, fling pagans in a hearse
Jump on the wave, hope they can surf
It's a tsunami ting when I burst
I need night, day, twilight nurse
Always sick with the words, never been a nerd
Do this, call me a verb
Bossman rubbed out, that's unheard, leave permanent marks like third degree burns
Pallbearer, the way I carry MCs in an urn
You will get turned, play with fire, you must get burned
On those Tottenham streets I learned
Talking old school days, like Young Mafia and Firm
When the Lucozade bottle was glass, and you had to splash that in a man's perm
Hot up the witness, case get adjourned, you was a sperm
All this talk, they talk with that wickedman talk and them stripes they never earned
See that top boy in your crew would be the novice in my set
Yeah and the novice in your set don't come to the level of my creps
I'll beg man step, step right off
Man move bad but nothing like us, tdialking the wickedest but you're quite soft
If it ain't paper there's nothing to discuss
I pocket my disgust, my yard friends say I'm too 'nuff
But I'm like, "Nah, manaman's expensive so you could say I'm too much"
Way way up, can't look down, price gone up, don't look now, them man are fucked
Lyrics on automatic, no clutch
Trust me fam it's mad when I touch
Man will take your tings, no runbacks, take your phones - no contacts, no comebacks
Finish him like Mortal Kombat, combinations like the black on bank
Can't see me on track, everything I write intact, everything I write is fact
Tell them man relax, pay some respect plus VAT
It's mad when I land, don't care about you or your gang
Bring 20 more man, still gonna run when they hear that BANG!!
Still gonna snitch and then claim they banged
Send them A&E in a van, strap goes Jme like Blam!
Won't see Bossman back in the can
Drop my tunes when I want 'cause I can
Bloodline, yeah, yeah, you know the fam'
Meridian, trust me, you know the plan
Lyrically known, we'll spin over man
Them boy 'dere can't win over man, they ain't got a thing over man
Practice, that's how this all began - Jamie, Birdie, Big Hooligan

[Verse 2:]
Won't see me locked down, lift off, so they can call me [?] Bossy
Stuck in the trap, getting money fast, fiends call me A$AP Rocky
So strong, better chase that properly
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Running round masked up but man don't play hockey
Told them we go in, shoot from far, free throw ting
Never going back to that free flow ting
Big man now, so I mean those tings
When I eat out, bistro ting, cah manaman's gravy, Bisto ting
See me Chris Brown'in, manna "Champion", Chipmunk & Chris Brown ting
Like bando, you ain't never seen those straps
Blue flats, you were never in those flats
Big man you don't really back those straps
Them man ain't really action packed
Them man ain't never vacuum wrapped
Them man didn't even mash off mag'
But you wanna hold up your Trapstar badge? It's mad!!
Wack man's [?], pagan you can never take man's notes
Rate my quotes, Bloodline we make GOATs
First thing in morning I eat oats, then I go gym, start shock two volts
Charge up, hit two roads
Make couple calls, might lick two Os - that was the life that I chose
Now I'm on a different road, levels have rose
Tell 'em adios 'cause I'm gone with the flows
Everybody knows, had a couple highs, yeah had a lot of lows, but man was chose
Got a different soul, [?] was involved, no going back 'cah manaman's grown
Man better know, coming for the throne, man better pay what's owed
It's Bossy, I'm gonna write murder ink like Gotti, so simple