Dr. Dre - Forgot About Dre Freestyle lyrics

Forgot About Dre Freestyle lyrics


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[Verse 1: Akala] Yo, fire in the booth cypher, listen Uh, Akala Forget about walkin' in 'em You couldn't put my shoes on You ain't smart enough for me to wanna hear your views on Freestyle, written or a new song If I wanted bullsh**, woulda just turned the news on Man are fake as Jamaica's independence I spit one sentence, put the Devil in repentance Cause the flow's that vicious Snitches, dumber than white people tryna call themselves n***as Pigs k** our kids, you ain't seen Love hip hop, don't know what hip hop means Are you lean? Are you lean? From the green, from the green Never been signed but I've been the best in the scene From when there was a platform, fire in the booth For rappers to be judged how they actually rap Who came top of the pack, it's a fact I didn't have to pretend that I do sell crack We've all got dogs that'd bust their strap But I'm so old school, so down for a scrap Your favourite rapper could get the Muay Thai elbow Straight in his head top, sure you could tell though I'm off 'round the world to lecture A bag of universities, what did he say? That I'd never finish college, let alone uni I'm living proof that intelligence pays That is not a metaphor, I meant that literally My itinerary, swing by Italy So we can all floss, we can all boss Who runs companies, who does not Never sold my soul, but we all got flows And we all got shows, and we all got... Matter of fact, we ain't all got flows If they said you could rap, that was too much crow Well I got more rhymes than the Chinese got dollars You ain't get that line cause you're not scholars So which emcee could touch mine? Who done off the EDL guy with one line? Look, bruv, we are not n***as Like I did, you need a minute to go figure For the mean time, I will deliver a little vigour From the tongue trigger, that's a little dum-dum spitter [??] Then you realise your countries run by many similar You little mimickers, my miniatures You might score but you got no sk**, Lineker Sure I'll finish ya, vivider than a cinema The way I paint a picture of words should be criminal Who told you it's hard, it isn't, it's easy It's bullsh**tin' to politicians I'm a man on a mission, with a plan and a vision I'd be damned if I didn't, so I abandoned resistance H•A•M with the lyrics and I standardly k** it Leavin' lookin' like, tryna get a tan when you're British Told 'em all All these little MCs, who do you think helped mould them all? Now everybody wants to be independent 10 years ago, didn't I show them all [Verse 2: Bella Gotti (No-Lay)] n***as looking at me like I snatched their bladder Cause 24-7 I be takin' the piss If the watch don't come off then I'm takin' your wrist Put the white on scales like it snowed on a fish b**h, do you not know who it is? Isabella Gotti, but you can call me miss Big hips so I can't find jeans that'll fit You don't like my sh**, go and sit on the stick Money, money, money, money, money That's all I wanna talk about Money, money, money I blew the safe, then I hopped in And my eyes went a different colour like Hopsin My punchlines like c**aine boxing I got so many bars around me like I'm locked in You n***as wish you were time travellers So you can go back and murder me before I realise That I can k** a million guys, that want a million rhymes, with one f**in' line Money in my rucksack, money on my spine Mummy I'll be fine I'm about this life Only God knows why And my dogs know I am about this rhyme My brain evicted me, I'm out of my mind To keep me off your tongue, and out of your mouth I put your man on smash, you put his head down south [Verse 3: SafOne] Yo, Ps for the weed, bring it out Phones off, clingers out Mandem on it, on road fling it out Left jab, right hook, if you wanna swing it out Like eff your shoe box, manna fill it out Your [???] bring it out Buy champagne and start spillin' out My birthday, man coulda bought a house But eff that I'm still in my yard sittin' down Thinkin' how am I dawg, sittin' down? Thinkin' how are my dawgs in the ground? Thinkin' how is my arse still around? But I'm outchea Still talk of the town Raw, nah I don't water it down And I don't wanna hear no talk about war Cuh I'm still walkin' around Allow that, dangers, bring it out Mask and gloves, bring 'em out Swear, manna been doin' this ting So it's rare that you're gonna see a man spin it out Never that, bit a break, yeah down, fling it out Look what's roundabout, skid it round Man I'm ocean, probably bumpin' Drake's new ting Real man, rollin' out [Deadly] Yo, bring 'em out, bring 'em out Look whose fully eating dinner now Don't chat to me 'bout iTunes I'm like CD's man, fling em out, fling 'em out Concerts man, fill 'em out, fill 'em out We bring 'em out every time we been around We lookin' over the grime scene grinnin' out Makin' man know, listen Yo, who said I would get left in the dark I'm back with a vengeance like Rah Turn up to get entrance and bark Then you will hear engines and cars Might see you main man slumped out like rah Dead, you're gone too far I will push back, then go trip, then laugh Man chat sh**, hold dick from shaft Run this ting, don't think it's talk Deadly will wait till dark, me you and strap can link in park Minutes to midnight, blinkin' sparks You will not turn up, if you're thinkin' smart You'll be sprintin' fast Stay blacked out like....Listen, there's levels [Vesre 4: Stormzy] Man try flex, man got me movin' like Ghetts Like d-d-dead him on site, yeah dem man clap They're doin' better in the trap But we're doin' better in life, so f** all raps Kick off the door from the latch Like it's easy to get up inside Swear man, you old MCs need to leave it alone Cause you're not gettin' better with time Leave it to us, go look after your kids I'll take over Yo, yo, listen From the top, from the top Fire in the booth cypher Myself Stormzy Everyone inside Yo, just warming up Check it, look Man try flex, man got me movin' like Ghetts Like d-d-dead him on site, yeah dem man clap They're doin' better in the trap But we're doin' better in life, so f** all raps Kick off the door from the latch It's easy to get up inside Swear man, you old MCs need to leave it alone Cause you're not gettin' better with time So leave it to us, go look after your kids I'll take over from here I made more movements than half of these pricks And it didn't even take me a year But a man try tell me to s** my mum I said "Wait brutha, s** my who?" Can take big mic from some any old prick Don't ask why I touched that yute, but Anyway back to the rap ish I brought dark skin back for the black kids Big man like you gettin' catfished One take for the verse and the ad-libs Yeah, I used to be on the roads Times I would freeze in the cold just to wait at the bus stop So next time you talk about Skepta, Giggs or Wretch, don't forget about us lot word Wait, nah, but I didn't really die though This a part of the game, ideas all up in my brain like I walk with a light bulb Man I came back with the flame A pendant wrapped to my chain And a beat on my iPhone, somebody pa**in' the game List to the grime scene names Do this with a blindfold, brutha it's easy Huh, what you gonna try tell me? sh**, I went back to the mountains Look, and came back lookin' healthy f**, man I'm sick in my head Nobody can't help me The love that you get for your songs sh**, I get that for a selfie Lord help me Man are outrageous, somebody stop them Needed a favour, tell 'em I got them Bun all the haters, I do not watch them I am the saviour, I am the problem What you gonna chat 'bout now? What you bothers gonna rap about now? When you gonna stop bitin' my flow? Why you brothers gotta cat my style? Oi f** this [Verse 5: P Money] I've had enough of your lyrics, all of your gimmicks Your flow sounds tortured and timid I got the game in the barrel cause I be aiming to k** it Cover you quickly like what I spray is acrylic Boom bang, both of you days in the mimic Lame and you mimic You rhymin' out of time with your lyrics Dead or alive, better know you don't decide when I finish [?] ain't real, it's a Type R, according to Civic's So you all thought, actin' like you wanted to give it Gimme the riddem, I rip it, and to my enemies stick it I be playin' it smooth, and they be playin' it rigid Ballin' out on my own, now they wanted to kick it Showin' everybody flows, now they wishin' they bit it Took a leap of faith, now you can tell when I ribbit Boom, feelin' like a body shot when I rip it The real talk the talk, but not one of them live it Flow really fast, you're about to go on a trance Feelin' like a phone bill when I run up a charge See I call the ambulance, got a couple [?] [??] Kinda cla**, those already comin' to school, it comes in a car Babe come in the car Next minute, ahh, I made her cum in the car Downin' that strong drink that don't come in a gla** Tellin' em it's goin' down when I'm up in the dance She's lovin' the bars, the beats, says she's lovin' the cars She give me a chance, you're not even given a pa** To give it to me, cause never do I muck up a task Give it to me, why? Cause I'm one of the stars Give it to me, why? Cause I'm one of the stars Give it to me, why? Cause I'm one of the stars And when I drop my tune they be like "Mother rah" [Ghetts] Back to back, I'm back to that With a hat back and a MAC in lap This is head top Which one of these emcees should I head top? Forehead, red dot Soldier, 21 gun salute At least you got a bad boy send off an*lyse the game, see where they went wrong So I got covered, any angle they send from Flows, where'd ya get them from? Bars, where'd ya get them from? Where the f**'s the respect gone? I slap man, I ain't sleep if I slept on I'm on a level that they ain't ever stepped on This is Ghetto, not Ghetts don Speak up, where's ya chest gone I'm at war in my heart with my chest strong Im on my Jack Jones, and I feel like I'm ten strong School more MCs than st bons Ay, look, look [Verse 6: Mic Righteous] I only deal with certain people I only deal with certain people I only deal with certain people, people know People know I'm from the coast and I give my people hope From feeling broke, but other people seem to joke Cause people's minds are smaller than their balls are so they need to boast I don't think people know The suffering my people go through I don't think you people would believe me even if I showed you If I showed you, if I showed you Even though you felt some pain Ain't to say there ain't no one out there that ain't felt the same But f** certain people, we don't work with egos Every person's equal And f** certain people when they say they love you but they turn and leave you And f** the world it's evil And every man for himself, I wanna help the people These fat cats wanna k** the people Steal from people, look at what they sell to people Same old tricks and they still deceive you It's hell for people, but I fail to free you But we just as f**ed, what the hell can we do? Be selfish, dude that ain't healthy I be tryna live healthy, watch my wellbeing You wanna be like the wealthy people Those Made in Chelsea people Let hell freeze Oh please, no fees for selfies No self esteem You still self loathe, self harm, watch yourself bleed Been there myself, no self belief There ain't nothin' you can tell me people Got people I'm cool with People I went school with People that are bring the tool if I call 'em Some be in England. some be in Scotland My peeps are my people Check this No I shot this time, no my sh** f**ed and I might just light this blunt From a festival to a fighting club The best of all time, you ain't frightening us Fat f**, you ain't dieting much Rap tough, you ain't writing much Ah f**, now look at what I've become And now I just begun, retire your mum I give an MC ten seconds to run like ten man, f** 5, 4, 1, click clack clow Sit back down, Alan Sugar ain't firing, f** I'mma just sit there and smile while you slimy f**s eat off my plate This ain't Come Dine With Me blud Rope round your feet wrapped round to a tree Rope round your neck and it's tied to a truck, and the driver is drunk You get the engine firing up, wheels spinning quicker than a vinyl spun by Preemo And you can see your spinal tear Am I all there? No, so you can spare me your final prayers, bro f**in' this game, stickin' my dick in his ear hole We weirdos we heroes, but we here ho

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