Lightwork Freestyle

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Loski & SD (Harlem Spartans) - Rap, Freestyle

Lightwork Freestyle

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[Intro] (Cairo, ehehe) (Yungkidd got the heat baby) [Chorus: SD] One phone call and I'm bringin' it out, air that now Samurai swords, swingin' that around No one in sight, spin back 'round Used to cut tru' Fields before I went Town Got to the point I just went to the house Bad boy in O, not only in south I don't care unless he's pronounced [Verse 1: SD] Let me introduce you and tell you about the war From kitchen and swords, explore Now when it rains it pours, the thing holds 7 and more He got 7, his friend got more I got money but bro got more Don't start passa, I'm comin' for yours It's shiesty season, stay indoors [Verse 2: Loski] Yo, right now I'm on a case When I'm done I'll be back on the O SK, G-Lock rise up, beat off If you ain't like that get the fuck of the road They must think we got suttin' in common Cah' we got the same opps, I don't fuck with Tulse How my old friend stole my gun and sell it? Now he gotta beef me and he ain't got smoke Get the drop, go there, we don't call off Long nose bait, I'd rather the bulldog How you say you got a mash for sale? And you ain't got no sweets? Ay, big man walk off Lambeth map gets peak in the war, tryna glue man to the floor 7 years deep, been beefin' the 4 Now Rendo tellin' me ain't beef no more [Verse 3: SD] Had his sis in my bed and Bally ninth-night Yo, I was tryna give her some leg It's fucked, she come with his face on a top I laughed when I saw that bonnet on his head It don't make sense, **** is a opp If I see him I'ma give him some lead And that's why we can't trust gyal So it's DTB like Suspect said [Verse 4: Loski] God forgive all the dead man talk Kenny drops, headtops, blood drops of course How the fuck niggas drillin', now they leavin' the war? Days when I was bruck, used to beef with the boar Woosh, muh, love it on me, got honeys on me All my batch got blood on their knife Went to school with Assassin's Creed [Verse 5: SD] Throw 'dem a hat, there's so much cap Like I weren't dot-dot with a dot-dot Playin' "I spy" with their gang, tryna see who's 'dat Who's 'dat? Ain't no one or they woulda got blammed And I ain't on a gas, that's a unknown man But if he's certi then I'm bringin' him back [Verse 6: Loski] Fifteen if the packs from Field Get more if the packs from Town Thirteen with the cats like Harlem Good in my home, I was bad out the house Need bells for the long .32, that one there come like drought Before tag I was always in the trenches Stab proof on with that iron out [Verse 7: SD] Harlem ain't beefin' Junction Lemme tell you for the thousandth time We know who we're after, if you have him then you both can die I was 18 when I hit Thameside, I didn't lie when I said it was live He held my shank, I gave him rice Adjudications, that's legal advice [Chorus: SD] One phone call and I'm bringin' it out, air that now Samurai swords, swingin' that around No one in sight, spin back round Used to cut tru' Fields before I went Town Got to the point I just went to the house Bad boy in O, not only in south I don't care unless he's pronounced

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Credits

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  • Loski
  • SD (Harlem Spartans)