Tyrone Freestyle

Tyrone
Yeah
Soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, bitches, soldiers
Yeah

In the dance and the Magnum popping
Big zoot puffing, behind the decks, I'm ducking
I can see the bouncer looking
Don't wanna get kicked out of my booking
One time, did get chucked out
My friend did try stick a foot in
It's a shame cuh everybody's looking
I'm Black Rambo Entertainment so I'm not fussing

And now my bredrin's switching and cussing
It's not a ting cuh the rave's soon doneing
I specialise inna doing dumb things
Like hardcore fucking and getting good cooking
Still go to the yard, shop and get mutton

I'm putting in brushwork

I see pussyholes preeing and looking but not saying nothing
That's why I'm acting a prick and laughing
Don't lose your hat and start chatting and gassing

Don't mess up the pattern
Got more bars, selecky, don't jack 'em
Put voodoo in my bars so then I kill anybody that's catting
Got waves, hair so long, if I comb it back on a plaiting
That's not gonna happen
I specialise inna putting my durag on
Like say that I'm David Beckham
Lyrical skill is a lyrical weapon for anybody stepping
Mandem are chatting that shit and petting but you ain't got a weapon

All you've got is a DJ who will smash man's head
And I reckon if you wasn't with him more time on the road
Then you would've got a wetting

I specialise inna sorting out haters
Drawing them out cuh they're not confessing
Show, book the hotel when I gotta check in, gotta get that bread in

Look at the way I'm lyrically stretching myself to a
Place nobody's ever get in, that's why man are stressing

How many niggas who work at night got
Black guys begging? That's why I'm copping
Might do a bit of work and then go shopping
At the end of the day, I'm still not robbing
But back inna the day when I never had nothing
I was looking at my creps that my soul was bussing
Nowadays, looking in the mirror at my normal shoes
Thinking I could've rock it to clubbing
Got a whole heap of ting in my manager's yard that cost me nothing

Don't push your luck cuh the bookie might book him
But it's my own fault cuh my uncle told me that I shouldn't trust him
But I still didn't listen

Raced durag, that's a limited edition

All I wanna do is just get this chicken
Not chase after gyal or women on PPC ting
Inna my gang, we chase money, stay winning
Nuff shot, dodge prison, no ism and schism inna this ting
I'm a young man and I'm on a mission

I'm very skilled in the making the people listen
To the riddim man weave while spitting

I'm a lyrically dan man, not a prang man
Send man for the rope, hang man something like prison
It's not my fault that your lyrical's bitten

I'm Lex Zufar with a capital X
Strong from the beginning, definitely not fibbing
Got my durag on for the niggas who are looking all busted
Get a durag, stay winning, I'm kidding
Do you think I could ever be slipping?
Got my dogs with me and I don't mean Pippin
Ten pedigrees for the waste boy who's
Twisting his face like it's Wray-Wray
He's slipping, got my silk durag with a perfect fitting

Looking like A$AP Ferg with the sauce all dripping

Don't know what type of zoots he's twisting
Yeah

In the dance and the Magnum popping
Big zoot puffing, behind the decks, I'm ducking
I can see the bouncer looking
Don't wanna get kicked out of my booking
One time that I did get chucked out
My friend did try stick a foot in
It's a shame cuh everybody's looking
I'm Black Rambo Entertainment so I'm not fussing