Wiley
Wiley
Wiley
Wiley
Wiley
Wiley
Wiley & Jammer
Wiley & & So Large
Wiley
Wiley
Wiley & Jookie Mundo
Ears
Lady Fury
Snipekeedo
Little Dee
Wiley & More Fire Crew & Lethal Bizzle
Wiley & Smallz (MC SMALLY)
Wiley
Wiley
[Intro]
Yo, hah
Tunnel Vision 4
Best believe we're in a zone
Put the work in, you're gonna be left behind
Because I'm gone
Yo
Listen
Listen, yo
[Verse 1]
On the real, hood life's far from a joke
Mandem lying on the roads with the pot and coke
To the yout 'dem, school's a joke
They ain't got no goals, and ain't saying got no hope
Out in the quick roads, out for the quick dough
And it's sad but it's already known
And don't try and tell them otherwise
You might end up with the lord in the bluey skies
It's no surprise
But coming from broken homes where we clap chromes
And clap domes and clap homes, clap roads, snatch phones
And the demons show me the anger and explodes
And the road just deepends
You either eat or get eaten
It's merking season
Shout out to my haters
I wanna say thanks for your time and your papers
It's only improving my status
Smile in my face but you couldn't be baiter
So I tell a hater 'later'
Because I don't cater when I spit bars on a raver
Original flavour, this ain't a taster
But I'm an L.P [?]
And it's Fury, Queen of the underground
They can't hold me down, my style's too profound
It's the sound that's holding your town
Got knocked right down then I'm back, span around
Polish my crown
Forget pence because I'm working for pound
Forget fools because I'm standing my ground
Takeover, full of flame and [?]
You pricks don't hit the [?] to scale
I predict that you pricks will fail
I predict my L.P will sell
Run your mouth and Fury brings hell
You pricks don't hit the [?] to scale
I predict that you pricks will fail
I predict my L.P will sell
Run your mouth and Fury brings hell
[Verse 2]
Yo, you can block me
But you can't stop me
I grind on beats, I ride on beats, properly
Terrorise a beat, I blow it up properly
Hot me, never that g, can't stop me
Throw hurdles but I hop to the top g
You ain't got what I got
Way too hot, spitting fire like I'm burning the hell
[?] and I'll merk any girl, any guy
From the North, from the East, from the West, from the South
Which fool wanna run up the mouth?
Which fool wanna test?
You get licked down same speed
I don't care about your vest
I don't spit to impress, I spit to head top
Put a [?]
And it's Fury, spitting finesse
No more [?] of that Adidas cress
[Outro]
Hah, yo
Big up Wiley, yeah?
Tunnel Vision 4
You already know what time it is
Straight forward progress, yeah?
Not back, not left, not right
Tunnel Vision Volume 4
Fury Freestyle was written by Lady Fury.