BL@CKBOX Freestyle

[Intro]
Yo, Gen
Blackbox sessions
Big up Jamal, big up Dusty
Big up loads for bringing me through (Minarmy)
Yeah, hold tight Devz
On the who, what, what
Man couldn't put out the remix so I might as well drop it here, innit
Yo, Gen, yo, look look

[Verse]
Some man are like "who, where, what what?"
Looking at these bruddas like "who here buss shots?"
Tell a man he ain't ever ready for me, I'll leave him in cemeteries
And take away every penny and what not
I write lyrics in 5 minutes
And then I drop bare tunes in my Dropbox
So how can I war with an internet gangsta
That's tryna connect to my hotspot?
My girl clocked me with a brownskin ting
With long dark hair
I said "babe it's a music ting
I make tracks with her you know dem way here"
She said "don't chat shit to me, the big back girl
I know that you've gone backbare"
Man got shook like, "wait, wait, what? What? Where?
How the fuck did we get right there?"
Wait, I don't really think that's fair
You ain't even got no proof, that's air
Whenever my hotline blings, it's so rare
So whenever I buss my tings, I've gone clear
Like how the fuck did we get right here?
God in my left, devil in my right ear
How can I be shook? Got the metal right gear
Man'll run up on stage with Darren like yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, boom
P Money vibe, my head left the room

You can talk tough but you weren't saying much
When my niggas ran up on you and then kept your food
Stress, believe me darg, there's so much stress
No food left, that's so much stress
You can see why I was chosen by Ghetts
Cause I mash up the, mash up the, mash up the, mash up the room
Man, I mash up the, mash up the, mash up the, mash up the room
Man, I mash up the, mash up the, mash up the, mash up the room
Tell [?] I paid for the cleaners
It's the least I can do
Cause when General comes through
Man, I mash up the, mash up the, mash up the, mash up the room
I'm over here like a woolly hat
Them man are over there chilling with a dead ting
And I had to give a round of applause cause my gyal is fully clapped
Gen, I bully that?
Nah, man, I just spit facts when I rip tracks
Spin 'em on decks, yeah, my new name is Impact
Heard my man got beer belly, six pack
Deep that
No dead tings in my circle
Man are six foot lighty like [?]
So I'm with a Caribbean gyal on a real ting dat
If not
Jay, I think you know where I'm going with this
I'm with a Latina ting with brown skin
Long dark hair and a bloodclart big back
But that's enough girl talk
But on the real
If a girl wanna run up her gums and act bad I'll tell her to jog on, I will make a girl walk
Ok, I'm done now, wait for the come-down
Let's talk about how I get the shanks and the guns out
I will have your runner runnin' round when I come round
I will take your gyal and have her rising when the sun's down
Horizon, sun down
Don't get that? Here's an easy one
I run these MC's around Ron's house
That's a shit bar, I'll give him that
Yo, I give away punchlines
Just give you 12 like I give away lunchtimes
You just heard what this nigga say?
I reflect on myself like the mirror, mate, all mine
My man said "Gen, wait till I see you"
Wait where? My nigga, wait online
Cuh when I catch you in an internet caff
Tryna rearrange chat, understand that it's on sight
No bars, no views, not one like
No, no, not one like
Just pure thumps in your face one time
No hype, blud, I swear on my mum's life
Bare artillery and arsenals
Them man don't buy shit, Arsenal
Bet your mum takes it up the arse and all
That's cheeky, 1-4, Arsenal, oh
You can ask 'em all
About who was the hardest with the bars in school
Optimistic with my glass half as full
While still drinking out of the damn fountain pool
Class of '92, they brang 'em through
I slashed all of their heads off, put 'em in a basket
Now I look and my damn basket's full
I skipped off like Little Red Riding
With a dead viking's head in my hand
Your favourite MC ain't better than man
Now they're tryna figure out what category I'm in
I said "Best newcomer and veteran, fam"
So what you telling me, fam?
Man have got the sauce and the remedy, fam
I told my gunners that I'll be right back
And me haffi set pace like Bellerín, fam
I tell your girl stop calling my line
Cause she does this all of the time
Always wan' bring out my celly and rub down my belly
And tries to stalk man, that's celery, fam
Stop belling me, fam
Drain my time and my energy, fam
My nigga said he'll have the money in forward
I replied "hmm, yeah, better be, fam"
Got punchlines and melodies, fam
Ain't that hard to remember me, fam
I got one-liners and Alzheimers
Has fucked up my memory, fam
So I sing how ya mean?
How ya mean, how ya mean?
How ya mean, how ya mean?
Man have got them top bars there, how ya mean?
Manaman have got flows there, how ya mean? Ayy
How ya mean? How ya mean, how ya mean?
How ya mean, how ya mean?
Manaman have got bars there, how ya mean?
Manaman have got flows there, how ya mean? Ayy
How ya mean? How ya mean, how ya mean?
How ya mean, how ya mean?
Manaman have got bars there, how ya mean?
Manaman have got flows there, how ya mean? Ayy
How ya mean? How ya mean, how ya mean?
How ya mean, how ya mean?
Manaman have got bars there, how ya mean?
Manaman have got flows there, how ya mean? Gen