[ROAD RAGE] JDZ Media

[Verse: Dialect]
Let me tell ‘em
See I’ll show man about road rage
You’ll end up dead ‘pon track: ghost train
Light ‘em up weak [?] no flame
I take these guys up to the old days
It’s no change you’ve grown brave
[?] end up flat in a cold grave
Head get smashed, mosaic
And I ain’t taking the rap like O.J
You man are fully gassed to the propane
Never had ya’ hands on the keys like Coldplay
You got gold chains but ya’ flow’s lame
So I’m putting in graft, and I know hate
Underrated, fuck the haters
I stand on my ones I ain’t looking for favors
I ain’t famous, and it’s blatant
I should send for a man with status
Nah, I don’t beg hype
I just dead guys, that’s why I get stripes
Man talk like I left grime
I just took time outta the ring like an ex-wife
Still got the best lines to get ya’ egg sliced
So when I clash ya’ head you’ll have to take time
Hard bars ‘til I’m dead like Left Eye
Try me I spin a man ‘round like an F5
Spray bars in town, head-high
No doubt I’m a star I’ma get mine
I got a mountain of bars and my pen’s nice
And I get my [?] at the best price
Wanna know wagwan in the west side?
You might see me in a bar on a next hype
‘Cause I really ain’t arsed with a respite
Watch how I break man down like an enzyme
I’m nothing but hungry
Comes to the beef and I’m cutting up something
[?] emcees [?] nothing like Bundy
Man thought Leeds was nothing but country
Trust me it’s fuckery, you don’t wanna see these ends
Man are blacked out like Stevie’s lense
Beg man some of man chest’ll get et like
Didn’t need a rest ‘til we get that skrilla I’m
Fully northern
Up in a war I’ll run a man down but I’m nothing like a sportsman
Fuck around and consider me an orphan
I’m an on-beat [?] dormant, Leeds city antic
I’m on a mad ting, from a cold place but it’s nothing like Aspen
Them bwoy get cut up like plantain
On the ball I’m a gunner like Ramsey
So don’t try fuck with the family
You get left in the woods like Bambi
They say I shut down clubs on a mad ting
But still [?] on foot like Gandhi
If I don’t make millions fine I’ll go down one of the best spitters in grime
Nobody’s flow’s as gritty as mine
[?] ‘cause I told ‘em a million times
I’m the best up north
Man wanna test and I tell ‘em up yours
Send for ya’ men ‘cause I been in nuff wars
But when [?] shredding up [?]
Come to ya’ sense and ya’ head’ll get board
Pumps when I aim for the jealous of course
Trust me I’m deadly check ‘pon the neck G
Spitters know they speak venom in war
Likkle pussyhole you’ve never been raw
‘Cept man wanna get metal involved
My flow’s complex what I wrote on the pen goes over ya’ head like medicine balls
Overly vexed ‘cause I never get tours
There’s nobody testing, I deaded ‘em all
Wars that I been in is the reason that I stay seasoned like pepper and salt
They wanna know what Di’s been cooking
Bare wasteman wanna slice of my pudding
Please don’t chat to me like you’re my cousin
If we ain’t family, ties’ll be cutting
And [?] life of a young’in
Tell the same G’s that I’d die for my mother
Fight for my brothers and ride for my lover
Show a little girl she’s a prize of my stomach
I been blessed by the almighty above us
So try test you’ll die with the others
Jump on the set see guys [?] runners
See these legs, I’m rising above it
A noisy game but it ain’t like we’re at Ruckers
Come a long way from rhyming at pushers
I want fame and hype but I shouldn’t
I’m just grateful for life motherfuckers