Mad About Bars - S6-E13

Lyrics

[Intro: Kenny Allstar & Mitch] What you sayin' Mitch? Second time lucky? Look 'Cah I know the people were rockin' with you the first time 'round But I know they never anticipated you to spin back for another one So, here we go Look It's Mitch Look, look Mad About Bars Chyeah, look, look Is this how you're movin' Jackson? [Verse: Mitch] I went from wavin' this gun to Jay-Z and Brum They wanna rap on drill, how much have they done? I got a nephew called Ray, he ain't bringin' the rum Elephant man, the way he gives the paigons a run And now they know how I'm comin', I already come I had to spin it on blocks we already spun Way before I droppеd win, they say I already won Took the dingеrs off the akhis, now they're callin' me Lon The helium, I want Dior tops in medium Suckin' balloons, I don't agree with them Pick this pole or this podium, I went from Nickelodeon Music got me, take this [?] I shall over come in my 4s or these Jordan 1s Now they want a picture like Jordan Dunn Overall them man are overdone Things I couldn't show my son, but I can show this drum You can hold this pun NSG, I'm with some black yutes with PSG tracksuits Tryna turn a boy into a statue Stan alone by choice, I never had to And how they dress like JLS in a rap group? DDT from the backroads, PDC Gwarn like a goon, but it's PVC I'm an oil like CBT, this game is just me and me I was home alone like DBE Nameless and brainless to fame, meth and dangerous I'm too bait gettin' clapped by my neighbours I seen the geezers kickin' it with— The other ones leavin' letters in a station Greedy guy, catch me at Wing Stop, I'm TGI I'll spot an opp with my beady eyes They patronise when I was shootin in a gym like Valentine Didn't get my flowers like Valentine Free Poet, free Palestine, bro did it so divine Champion boy like Alkaline I was confined, feel in love with bine before I spat a rhyme Way before I signed down a dotted line Mad about stars before Mad About Bars And they know I got talent, why they mad about ours? Mad about stars before Mad About Bars They know I got talent, why they mad about ours? These rappers like girls, should be "Mad About Bras" If I do get my flowers, look mad in that vase The mandem want drums, you can keep the guitars This ain't fifty-fifty, they'll let it sing like Lamar I was locked in a jar to a sports car It's one mile away, bro, it's not very far I don't need to go far, if it's smoke, I'm cigar It's bizarre, it's bizarre, do it raw, do it raw They hit the crossbar, Ole Gunnar Solskjær Me and bro stick together, Harold & Kumar They say, "Mitchy, wagwan", yeah, I take you too far I'm a storm in the calm, if it's calm then it's calm You lyin' out your lips, man, you need lip balm And these jail guys ain't caused me any harm Yeah, you're hard, rap about how your boy got disarmed Keep the backdoor closed, weren't born in a barn In a basement with Sean listenin' to Popcaan They rap about jawns, but they never pop corn Before all the drums, I'm a black boy with charm And if the school bell ah ring, Kenny, "Ring the alarm" And I don't want flowers if it came from a farm You ain't readin' the psalms like you ain't readin' my palms I'm from ma place called Birmingham, it's like Vietnam Try speech to your mum 'cause he sing like a don [Outro] Is this how you're movin' Jackson?