Fury Freestyle

Lyrics
[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
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Credits
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- Lady Fury