Capital Xtra Freestyle Giggs (Ft. Tim Westwood)

[Verse 1]
We're the maniacs, so it's more manic
Kinda old school, but it's organic
I'm running up his mouth, got his jaw damaged
You get violated or banished
We paint pictures - more palates
Dropped a few to Rita just before Alex
Had a mixed race thing way back in the day
Had a bit of Black in her but she was more Spanish
Wanna be Heaven sent, standing on Heaven's stairs
Just knocked the six box out, where's the seventh square?
Now it's the offices with the leather chairs
This got that Broadway feel, call it Fred Astair
You better step aside when we step in here
I ain't got the time just hit my secretary
I'm 'bout to let it fly, call my tec 'canary'
You full of disrespect and I ain't taking any
It's more balanced, that raw ballad
This that DJ Drama, or Khaled
Yeah them new cats coming up are okay
But to get to here you need a little more talent
I had an alan key before Alan
Don't put your hand on me, have more manners
The man will bang on beef, they're more salad
Now put a bag of green in your -
Ain't no stepping to man
Man will step into you
Watch your step nigga cause you stepped on my shoe
I'ma get them mother fuckers, got especially you
Shit's deafening when I let my weapon kaboom
Gangsta - but the rap requesting balloons
Just ship and now you wanna stretch my canoe
Me and Boost said watch when nigga's step in the room
Roll that skunk up - nigga's got that Pepé le Pew
You impressioning me is my impression of you
Let that pressure cook when we pressure cooker your crew
Let that pressure cook when we pressing cook up the food
[?] playing and nigga's need to step up their [?]
Call me 2pac when he lit that [?]
Do not lose that cause man ain't got weapons to lose
Nigga who's that stepping with that effortless groove