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Lowkey - Freestyle 2 Lyrics


Listen yeah! Lowkey, Double P, Mongrel, check out ww.myspace.com/lowkeyukThe album, coming out November, Dear ListenerThe Mongrel album coming out January, Better Than Heavy, cheezListen, this is what we say to them Channel U youths, listen, them little Channel U kiddies, listen…OK![Verse 1: Lowkey]So what you’re on the tellyWhat you know about putting out three CDs before you were twenty?You know that you heard of meWhat you know about being eighteen and doing shows in Germany?What you know about four stars in a magazine?What you know about the game, waste man I have the key?What you know about hundred bars on the radio?Nothing, you weren’t making dough you were lazy broYou’re following, before you were bothering I was on this tingSongs filled my pockets with profit, I’m being honest kingSaid it’s all politics before anybody hollered itTurned down chances cos I knew what they were offeringCalled out a couple names, had the game gossipingNever hear Kizzy on the track with Lady SovereignMight see me in your girl’s favourite magazine modellingPulling up in a tinted whip with a model inShot my first CD myself it was astonishingStockers wouldn’t stock us now we tell ‘em stop grovellingOur shottas shot to shoppers and shottas we got a lot of themCoppers can’t cop it, were coppers so stop copyingNow we’re topping the toppers from Tottenham to NottinghamAll your favourite rappers want us to do a song with ‘emMe, I ain’t bothered with all of the fake politicsMe, I just live my life and stay positiveEpitome of verse-killing, lyrically I’m hearse-fillin’Been out for a minute G… surfacingYour whole trilogy still didn’t beat my worst rhythmWhat you figured B, you’re as ill as me, I heard differentSee your favourite MC, I nurtured himAnd see all your favourite beats, I murdered ‘emFace it your click is wasted, I won’t work with ‘emThey certainly heard of me from Guernsey to Birmingham(Woo!) Cos the name holds weight, still I wake up to the same old hateAnd pray for a day my face ain’t so baitI’m a rapper other rappers act like they don’t rateCos when DJs get my tunes they play it eight shows straightRewind it and drop bigger bombs than NATO makeTo be real it ain’t all about the radio playCos we all wanna bust, there just ain’t no spaceAnd the games dying, nobody’s getting record salesChannel U’s full of sweet boys try’n’a impress the girlsThe only rappers a lot of bredders have ever feltAre dead or depressed in jail and never getting mailWhen alive they hate, when gone, you’re the best everThis ain’t a comeback f*ck that, I’m a trendsetterPeople talk and get me differently twisted cosThis rap sh*t is the m*otherf*cking businessSo what you peddle pebbles, you’re dead whenever my pencil movesOn every level I rep with rebels, you never loseYou resemble devils with terrible tales you sell the youthsYou need to fix up yourself and tell the truthYou’ve been rich for ten plus years, still sellin’ crackSaying that you’re still bustin’ guns, why tell em that?Knowing that these kids emulate every rhyme you’ve ever spatYou need to get your role models from somewhere else instead of rapYou shouldn’t really need me to explainYou know that you imitate with what you speak and what you sayYou’ve got more power than their parents but you’re leading them astrayYou don’t tell them that these illegal ways will lead ‘em to the cageI’m p*ssed. Why? I got d*ck-riding bredders hatingWhile you spit rhymes that misguided my generationYou’re not real, cos what you’re saying ain’t the truthYou’re try’n’a kill the kids, me, I’m try’n’a save the youthsThe future’s removal of humans, computers, pursued revolutionHell is hot we burn like chips in a panAt your kid’s birth they’ll insert a chip in its handI spent so many sleepless nights pondering reasons whyMost of the good people in my life seem to dieSee my eyes take a look, deep inside seek to findThe bottom of my soul, find the hole where my demons hideAll I want’s a peaceful life, but I can’t see it likeEvery morning Mum weeps and cries so I don’t even tryStill she teaches me right, stay humble and be politeBut she never saw what I saw on the streets at nightI just wanna see the light, raise a yout’, feed my wifeBut they’re try’n’a take away my freedom so I need to fightRedesign your feeble mind and read the signs, be advisedEither I get it or I’m taking what I feel is mineMy life is like the best book you ever readSpent nights listening to Westwood and getting vexedMy pen writes when I’m depressed cos I never sleptBredders step, let’s do it man to man like Red and MethYou can freestyle all day, I make the best songsI’m like an insomniac’s bed, rarely slept onThe open mics, you know that’s where I got my rep fromShady bredders thought they were big but they were dead wrongRap with the spitter’s spitters and spit for the rapper’s rappersI rip the rhythm to ribbons from Britain to MadagascarListen to lyricists and I diss all the backwards actorsDismiss all the killing sh*t cos none of that crap should matterYou know I’m right, go and find a rapper that’s as real as thisHe couldn’t battle, the flipping demons that I’m dealing withI know my life ain’t the hardest but even if you envy what I gotAnd you wanna swap, we can switchThe artist, slash terrorist, slash Double P representativeSlash the worst rapper could ever dissSlash activist, slash kidnapper of the presidentSlash his wrists and leave a flippin’ slash where his temple is(Yeah! Cheez, let’s keep going man. I do this all dayMK, Kiss 100 www.MySpace.com/lowkeyukDear Listener LP November)[Verse 1: Lowkey]Listen, this is for all the hungry rappers out there yeah?Listen, listen…Since the day you left I’ve been stuck in placeThey say that time heals, but still nothing changedEvery time I close my eyes I see you stubborn faceAnd every morning I’m home I see my mother’s painThe day you died, I had a dream where I said sorryI threw the second piece of dirt on your dead bodyWhen I don’t see Mum for a while I get worriedCos if she died then that would take the rest of meSitting in the hearse, driving to the cemeteryI kept wishing it was me that was getting buriedIn a lot of ways, I feel like I’m dead alreadyCos it’s October and I ain’t cracked a smile since FebruaryI can feel it in the air, coming I’m just getting readyI just wanted to hang about but you would never let meAfter you passed, advice I was getting plentyI made you famous because ‘Bars For My Brother’ was legendaryPeople all over the globe shared in the painBut how could you leave our parents this way?What’s worse than losing a son? I compared in my brainNothing! While I just sit back and stare at this pageI know you know that I didn’t really hate youBut if you were still here would I appreciate you?I don’t know, harsh reality is so coldDad visits your grave every week but I won’t goA crossroads not knowing what way I wanna chooseLike I’m cursed to an eternity of solitudeMPs talking ‘bout their bollocks viewsI’m having arguments with the telly when I watch the newsYou know that feeling you get when the whole world’s on top of you?Your demons seem to follow youPeople say they’re there but don’t bother to holler youCan’t trust yourself so trusting them is impossibleNo one said life was supposed to be fairCan’t tell people what you’re going through, they won’t even careYou’re not the only one feeling trapped, lonely and scaredWaking up in cold sweats but nobody’s thereYou’re in a dark place, running from issues that you can’t faceConversations make your heart race at a fast paceCan’t relate to anyone, that’s something that you can’t faceNever ever act like we are, but we aren’t matesYou just ate but you’re still hungry though famWalk like I’m young but talk like a grumpy old manI hate thinking ‘bout the future, why? Cos it hurts meImagining myself still living with my Mum at thirtyReally not sure if I’m stable mentallyCos I always focus on my painful memoriesI pray for my family, pray for enemiesPray for my friends and myself cos I never sleepPray for the day I break from this cage and they let me freePray that I’m sent to a place that is heavenlyPray for my present, pray for my legacyAnd pray it’s in a positive way, they remember meYes, MK, peace and love yeah

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