Westwood Freestyle 2014 Ghetts

I regulate like Nate, I race round ends
I decorate estates and paint towns red
I can levitate your face with a three pound
But I'd rather educate my race than break out siege
Never had a penny, had to break down Zs
Kingsmill I run but mi chase down bread
Quick on my feet, I've got them greyhound legs
Ya boy's superbad, they call me James Brown, Ghetts
I'm with Chantelle, she half decent
We're friends with benefits, I call that smart treatment
You man are Eski, look at my stats from last season
Lord God, I can't even
Begin to explain how man have been going on
They used to call me ugly, they gave man a complex
And now I beat another brother's girl without a conscience
Lightskinned don, he thought man weren't no contest
So I rolled up on there, [?]
You would think that she hadn't seen me for yonkers
She was like "weigh in, you the grime MC?"
I said "yeah but just know, man float across genres"
Tempo specialist, in fact
There isn't a tempo I haven't conquered
I'm partially deaf now, I need a hearing aid
I don't hear the same since Dre wrang out the monsters
Still I run 140 Grime Street
I'm like "what you doing round here, where you from cuz?"