[Mitch] Plugged In Freestyle

Lyrics

Part I [Intro] Fumez The Engineer, Plugged In Mitch, realest out the city, you know, gang business You know how we're comin' (It's Zyron Blue, baby) Look, look [Verse] Look Fumez, I cook tunes and push brooms Courtrooms 'cause I caught yutes in the afternoon Four members in this blue saloon But we don't do balloons I've got a T spot jumpin' off a tablespoon And I ain't gotta 'cause this tune cries I'm live in the room, guys No boybands like Maroon 5 I figured out to get this money in some big amounts And olders hatin' on me 'cause I've got a bigger house You don't rap the truth,but you want respect from the yutеs You've been slapped, stop rappin' like you shoot I'm thе voice, them man are mute Shoot man if they don't salute If I see man on my route I'll do it and I'll take pursuit First in GMG to make a hundred quid Broad day and hid I did bootings in a bid Who'd thought I'd make it lidge? Them man type a lot I roll with the pipe a lot It's fryin' on my block Where I'm from it's pipin' hot Look dude I cook beef like it's cooked food Don't pretend to prove This glizzy send you to the moon A bumpy road but it's gettin' smooth Since I made a tune Don't assume I won't boom, boom, shake the room They wanna write me off I never had a writer's block I was turnt like MySpace, Microsoft They couldn't send me shop Don't confuse me with no, I made it pop Them man are fruity when the lights go off And now they're sayin' I'm a show-off 'Where you get your flow off?' I've done mazzas that I bet you didn't know of The streets ain't the same You need a chainsaw to take my chain Unless you make it disappear but you ain't David Blaine Four years, I had four channels Crab in a barrel Still outside tryna slide like a door panel Catch me in Dior flannels And these barrels sing like Christmas carol I ain't gettin' robbed then throwin' in the towel I was chillin' in the chapel, now I'm king in my castle Say my name, but if they touch me it's hassle Your favourite rapper's rapper so I'm baffled They're like Eve with a apple Yeah you rap but in time you'll unravel From gridlock to me shoutin', no flip-flops Corn like lip-gloss Amiri with the ripped tops From Rick Ross to rock and roll, no Slipknot I'm on the block makin' drinks, they're makin' Tik Toks And I don't need it on my wrist if there's a big clock Free Nige, I done it in the chip shop Why you think half my block's in them padlocks? Before I couldn't paint a picture like Van Gogh And I can't rock with these youtes, they say I'm standoff When GPS was on my ankle like Shamrock And nah you ain't been a slime from the sandbox From trap spots to [?], it's Los Santos Cah I was servin' Lisa and Anisa In my cab, checkin' the meter 'Yo gaff, I beg you turn up the heater' When I was on Soho with Melina My Twix and Ribena Where was you lot? I never see ya But I don't know about a litre I can pattern you a beater Or a feature I had nothin', I was a dreamer Take a breather I know from my demeanour I'm a dealer I'm gang, just a little bit cleaner [Outro] Fumez The Engineer (Fuck off blud) Part II [Intro] It's Zyron Blue, baby [Verse] If you, you, na, forget that, if I Ever bop my opps in Dubai I'd leave man chillin' in the sky I done shh but still there's no reply I'm in Brum every day, it's like the Chi' And these new little yutes, they don't apply I know shh got shh, he tried to lie I still gotta get him down before I die See Newtowns cookin' like July You dyed your hair blonde you fruity guy Don't report this to YouTube on the sly You know I'm loose like Simba KSI And if you ever see Mitch in TGI's I've got a rambo knife that's twice my size Still want Jack Daniel on my fries Look, I'm from the up north celly Then straight to the bank like Benny I'm a all-star like Kenny But I'm from the block like Jenny Spinner, shotty, semi These shots ain't no Henny If this Glock holds twenty I make it scream like Dezzie Dilemma like Kelly Before I had a bar like Peggy How many pagans? Many Ask my probation She knows it's many, many And if I take it there it's edgy You see my stolens come with petty And man have been Musgrave already They rap but they can't do this to a tune You can't act...then still be a goon Knew about Fumez before I knew about tunes Before I ever swept landings with a broom I was tryna spray this like perfume And there's never no room when I'm in the room But, see that breh Heard that tear He screamed like Rick Flair And no we're not equal, no we're not fair And I've got a shotgun spare Teddy got one too, that's a pair Super like mare Never done a musical chair And that's a opp right there The ones with the twist in his hair Check, check, them man shy like Snoochie They don't know nothin' 'bout bookie Up this hooptie Call, no duty Toosie Slide in a two-seat But this corn ain't cheap like Lucy And if I shake this wap like blue cheese Mitchy, you know I'm bad like Boosie And the pagans remind me of pookie Brum Town booter GM recruiter He got smoked like Tooka If you say that I might shoot ya Driller like [?] or [?] From computer to a shooter Fumez Engineer but he ain't a producer Never been a loser Remember Mitch made a boomer remover The same teeth that I push in a 9, I push that in the Luger Works with no tutor [?] boys said I never had a future Then I got signed by...Fendi and Puma Look, I'm from Brum but they call me a gooner I don't really humour your dead diss tracks, should've sent back sooner You know I'm cris like Luda Tell my girl 'Call me a Uber' Check, look, I'm the flow switcher Now they want a picture Never been beat up in jail like... B4 blocks, what a mixture Top of the league, no football fixture Paid for a scripture I brought the drillers to the party, I never brought mixer I see the pagans chat bare shit from jail I beg someone call him a listener Cold with the stick, I'm a twister Burst like blister If I see you shoppin' in Bicester Never left a strap at my sister' After this freestyle, address me as a mister Beat it like Swifta Blue slim Rizla Mitchy you love bonfire like sizzler Tour back home in the Sprinter That's your bredrins works, yeah he jumped in the dinger You black face ninja Now you wanna rap, last week was a singer You man are tramps, no stinger All the girls say you're a minger I left Maxine at home, couldn't bring her Jump out and I tap like Tinder Make a man do the Nuh Linga All of the things that I done with this index finger Remember I was in school with [Govinda] [Outro] Fumez The Engineer