Songer | BL@CKBOX S13 Ep. 102 Songer (Ft. Songer)

[BL@CKBOX Part 1]

[Intro]
Yo', it's Songer
Big up BL@CKBOX, big up Reading
Outside the box, yo'

[Verse]
You are not on the same level as I
These bars will make your adrenaline rise
And when I'm inside
I've got bad boys showing their feminine side
They're jealous of my potential, to make the world shake like ketamine highs
And if man's salty, I'll pepper him twice
If talent comes down to melanin, why
Am I so much harder than you?
Picking up green like a gardener do
Stardawg I do, I put half of the Q
In some fat off plate and start sparking a zoot
And now I'm in venting mode
I'm inventing most of the flows you know
When the clothes you own I've already worn
The futures here, I'm already born
My BL@CKBOX is attracting fans
Don't rate good youtes acting bad
Mans got bars, so I chat them facts
So I wrapped them grands in elastic bands
You hold food like plastic bags
Because you love dizz like Raskit fans
My team are ready to start, you can see me shaking the captains hand
Mans pulling up in a blacked out Audi
Acting rowdy, badmen round me
There's a party at my ex's yard
But the slag don't shout me
Man don't doubt me
Man chat shit so I slapped him loudly
Smacked him proudly
Man's too cold, get a chapped lip round me
Man get racks in now, G
If I ask you name a youte that's harder
Man bet a tenner that you don't answer
Never seen that youte at the after
My mans fucked off a zoot and lager
Wasteman!
Can't hack a zoot and a Stella
Swing man round like a human propeller
And if his girlfriends cute, I'll tell her
'Cause she ain't going home with you
I spit bars, I'm chosen to
Gonna make that last like frozen food
Be the best in the world, I'm hoping to
It's overdue, bare heads turn when I'm rolling through
Still cold in June
Got bare notes, can't fold in two
Don't chat shit, you're poking who?
Why you lying for?
I stand out if I'm indoors
If you diss my marge, get flying jaws
Just wanna bring guys on tours
Man's angry now
You'll get dropped like hand me downs
Nobody got better bars than Songer
Two years time mans in town
Mans pulling up in an all-white Rari'
All night party; call my Barbi'
Spit bars like Dave, kickball like Vardy
Mans cray kray, call that Tom Hardy
Can't out bar me
Man get bummed, no white on khaki
Got no filter, call man Marley
White and strong, call man Charlie
It's S-O-N-G-E-to-the-R
Got the best flow, man bring heat with the bars
Girls leave mine at six in the morning
But swear down no sleep in the yard
Always rolling zoots and biftas
No guns, I use my fingers
I am outside the box
Like David Luiz when he shoots from distance
Hop on the track and boss the tune
Since part one had lots to do
Yeah new creps mans copped a few
When I see red lights, no prostitutes
Hop on the track and boss the tune
Since part one had lots to do
Yeah new creps, mans copped a few
And I seen red lights
Since day one man has kept it thermal
Link your girl dressed in purple
She said be there or be square
And let's just say that I kept it circle
Steal your girl then beat her best friend
Bars 'bout FIFA, the girls don't get them
Check them, name a circle like our one
And I will finesse them
Lyrics and bars no one can boy me
Man like cows, them pats come noisy
Catch man 'lighting it up with
Franklin, Luckman, Luke and Boycie'
Catch me with the whole of the team
Colder than me? Don't know what you mean
No lower degrees, I'm frozen it seems
You are not bad with snow on your jeans
No, you ain't all that
Leave your face all flat with a baseball bat
Shot draws, ain't on that
But I see more food than a table mat
So go back watch part one
As your girl pops up when that's watched
Don't argue whether that's hot, that's part one or part two of the BL@CKBOX