Grime

Prod. Fasthands

Lyrics: 

Light work imma smash this

Fasthands gonna pass this

FH gonna cash out, bitch don't look cuz your girl got her ass out

Got her nudes on the text, while I'm running a test

Shooting bare shots but you know I never miss, Pen in my hand might as well have been kissed

Me against you well I think that's a mismatch cuz

I really do this, you're just a tired mish mash

You're just a dumb fake

I built the ice you skate

I built whole my shit, 

while you said we were mates

It's big AS 

but it's big FH 


Nobody else really does it like this
Beats and bars cooked up like bricks
Rhymes so sweet that they'll probably make you sick
You really got a gat back it up you dumb prick (x2)

Nobody else really does it like this
Beats and bars cooked up like bricks
Rhymes so sweet that they'll probably make you sick
You really got a gat back it up you dumb prick (x4)

PYREX RIDDIM

I know I said the last one would be the last, but I lied! I can't NOT drop things. From the album, PHNX, coming this summer.

Prod. Fasthands

Lyrics: 

Can’t catch my flow
Catch this bar like match this, go!
Fake emcees wanna see me bleed
Hold on two secs lemme spark this weed (x2)

I don’t leave crumbs
Write a 16 call that quick sums 
Don’t like subs but I like that bass 
If you wanna talk smack lemme see your face
…heavy like a mace 
Wanna catch up well I hope you like a chase
So far ahead you can call me Mo
Gold medal flow, like “say it ain’t so”
…Can’t chase that check
Do this for myself so I’m on your neck 
Arctic flows take off your nose 
Lines with smoke, this path you chose 
Corn on the curb if a man diss me
Nana’s with me, biscuits and tea 
Ugly face but my Mum loves me
Yours does too, beat that for free

Can’t catch my flow
Catch this bar like match this, go!
Fake emcees wanna see me bleed
Hold on two secs lemme spark this weed (x2)

Don’t like me better grab that skeng 
Break you down better make that sting 
Pass that crown better make me king
Beating down your girl while I blast 1 thing
Yeah...no Chris Brown
She hits high notes when I take that down
Lyrically ming? I can take that clown, smoke the hair off his head that'll make him frown
Not a quick fade I can make this last
Hands on deck and you know they're Fast
Boy better know, I'm in this flow, and I'll make this dark even though I'm white
I won't keep it light, glasses on my face cuz I got no sight
Take off my specs cuz I'm gonna go blind
Weak emcees weak frame of mind

Walls close in, knocked down like a pin
The shit's knee deep that's the shit that you're in
Caliburn chop and the wound cuts deep
Blessed by a priest yeah the price runs steep
Fuck your whole clique, yeah I don't give a damn
It's a grand slam when I cook with the gang
But make no mistake I can make my own fate
Soothsayer ways so I got weird traits

Can’t catch my flow
Catch this bar like match this, go!
Fake emcees wanna see me bleed
Hold on two secs lemme spark this weed (x4)

No Leftovers

Prod. daveyoh_

Lyrics:

…Right then
Bars for a pagan if I sight them
SWISH…light blem
Rolled in a Rizla i can try them
Fast on grime it’s about that time
Not at the top but there’s ladders I can climb
Crime, what I commit when I spit
Don’t do licks but I’ll eat your bitch 
Delish…reading all the code
Levelled up before now I’m in a new mode
Levelled up again 
Raised up North on smoke with my pen
Den, that’s what they call your yard
Real pigsty bet your girl gets jarred
Parred, all cash no card
Subs my way and you’ll get charred 

And you know I don’t play
Yeah you know I don’t play
And you know I don’t play
Yeah you know we don’t play (x2)

All gas no breaks
Cooking emcees like baking cakes
For goodness sakes, don’t deal with fakes
I’ll smash that face give you the shakes
Aches, better feel that pain
Study up quick better fill that brain 
Gotta go fast better use those legs
Got no heart so you’re down some pegs
Eggs, get fried like thighs
Your nose don’t grow when you tell lies
Your eyes look dry better get some supplies
One verse in see how he cries
Emcees get skied
Frisco flows, in a box cuz he died
Put him in a grave cuz his fates done
Better talk nice cuz you’re my son

Don't Play (prod. daveyoh_)

Prod. by newmoneymadeit 

Art by Shira on Twitter

Lyrics:

Joint's lit so pull up

Ditch those lot, we're not tryna get full up

Clean like cotton gotta get that wool up

Swing that sword you'll see it get dull up

We need some more girls in here

Too many man yeah thats too clear

Hop on the mic tryna cause some fear

One 16 and they shed one tear



Yeah, fuck that noise

Big fat BOSE thats one of my toys

Ploys, I'm one of them boys

Prem league plays like David Moyes

Poise, held fast by roots, fixed by glue, and a couple few zoots

Can't walk in my boots, let alone my new creps

Black and blue top smoking weed on the steps

Got goals to achieve I got things I wanna do

I wanna see the world, wanna make hits too

True, used to be some neek

Learned a bit of cheek now I'm not so meek

(cadence change) So who's coming up, who's vying for the cup 

Bet I get it first cuz I don't give a fuck and I grind everyday even if I'm at a loss

I'm my own boss like my name was Rick Ross

 

Joint's lit so pull up

Ditch those lot, we're not tryna get full up

Clean like cotton gotta get that wool up

Swing that sword you'll see it get dull up

We need some more girls in here

Too many man yeah thats too clear

Hop on the mic tryna cause some fear

One 16 and they shed one tear


Keep to myself but I keep to the tunes

And if Stormz want beef I'll clash him too

Everybody be like who are you?

Got no name but I'll get you slew

....Eastwood shit

Your drums sound shit better ditch that kit

And I keep it lit even though I'm ice cold

Bold, your weed got mould

Stardawg rolled its a bit too fat

Bars on deck like my mag's extended

Better just fold cuz there's blood on the mat

Took bare shots but the wounds just mended

(accent change) Blended, splendid, life's been ended

Emcee died so his grave got tended

Flowers in the dirt, like we're starting up a crop

Level every drop and I'm never gonna stop



Joint's lit so pull up

Ditch those lot, we're not tryna get full up

Clean like cotton gotta get that wool up

Swing that sword you'll see it get dull up

We need some more girls in here

Too many man yeah thats too clear

Hop on the mic tryna cause some fear

One 16 and they shed one tear (x2)

Pull Up (prod. newmoneymadeit)

Prod. Modest James
Art by 2KARTZ

Lyrics:

Branching paths gotta pick which one
Brain messed up like CTE
Mad self doubt gotta get that gone
Dane's next up can't match my Ki
...Numbskull shit
Your face looks lost, yeah PE KIT
Always want tea yeah PG tips 
If there ain't no clash then fix your lips
Pips, mad sweet but I spit
Aggro mode increase when I spit
Burn emcees like grease when I spit it'll be a rest in peace when I spit
Overhead bars gotta run those back
Too much to do can't hit that sack
Tack, sharp wit when I pen
Spray like a pen hard shit when I pen
...Spliff gets burned
Looking for my voice no stone unturned
Money gets made and then it gets spent
Gotta make more, that's the shit I dreamt
Got more bars than the shit I sent
Boy wants a gat cuz he pays that rent
Hard on the street hope he pulls through
White like a sheet, sell one for two
Buu, code pink cuz I'm raw
Weed so dank better shut that door
Mad burnt out better shut that DAW
Beats on deck but I still need more
...Better hit that floor
Rap stars broke always on tour
Want much more you can have this war
Done smoked friends if you dodged that lore



Branching Paths (Quik Shell) (prod. Modest James)

Rapper and producer. I like grime and hip hop.