Wiley - Nothing Less Freestyle Lyrics






Yo, it's eskiboy, still here doing this ting, tunnel vision, volume 1, you know who I am, confident with the flow, nothing less

Yo, I'm peaking, hear the streets speaking
It's so hard to stop music from leaking
I'm giving up, I got life to live out
Wisdom to give out, beats that keep beating
I wanna switch when they say that I'm cheating
And you, you're jealous just cause I'm peaking
Been around the track and back 10 times a week
And you're back there, I know the feeling
But I'm consistent, like Trim, water-resistant
Persistently kicking doors down
If I come across gun wars, then I'm making out 4 rounds
And I got more rounds, you can tell I'm getting peaky
No form of soundboy could ever delete me
You'll never defeat me, not a bredda in E3
Got cheddar in E3, kids, there ain't a thing you can teach me
I'll rain on the movement, I've made an improvement
I came through the drain like a broken hoover
Scold enough students to be up in the game
It's been proven, I make street moves
I abuse fake crews, to make big p's
Like I will not lose, cause, I will not lose
I reply if I lose, black night track suit
Shower man's booth, lemme show a swag move
Make power man move, spend the hour in my room
Then I come back swinging in my shower man shoes
Been around since DJ Brockie on the ones and twos
Can't test, wanna replace my views
Everybody in the hood has different views
I'm different too, I focus, ready, then I aim at your crew
I may spray, but the weight I carry's too heavy for your crew
Aye Mercston, I know you're my little bro
Right now I'm about to bury your crew
I put grams on my talent, I'm ready for the new kids
Five or four or three or two kids
I'll raise the level in my next two bits
I want new chicks, watch me I move quick
Stop me, can't do it, me I got new tricks
Are they taking chicks if I'm making six in one night
Then it's straight to the beat, I might ace in the bits
Me I don't flex like wastes in the bits, I ain't just far but
I'm straight from the bits, fire flames on your bits
Blud you ain't no John Wayne in the bits
It's not like I been through pain in the bits
But I know I had to use my brain in the bits
I might make a job seekers claim claiming the bits
I clicked all the arcade games in the bits
Got a cross and a ice chain in the bits
I had different watches and all kinds of choongers
All kind of sloshers, wifey start clocking
I'm a low dan, dirty, shaming the bits
Now I gotta fire Mary Jane in the bits
And this time around, I'll do it grime
Trust, it won't ever be the same in the bits
Gotta concentrate on music
So this soundboy don't think that he's better than me
We can battle with no referee cause we ain't the same pedigree
Bury me, heavy for me, you ready for me?
I must've slipped for you to think you could beat me as an MC
Or an artist, 8 bar, 16, 24, 32, oi this is me
Do I have to explain the difference between our levels?
This boy heavy Ghetts, I disagree
And whether you believe me or not blud
I need 3, so forget grime in E3
Cause me and God's Gift do crime on E3
We ride for E3, we'd die for E3
You're just a newcomer, don't try and sly on E3
Come out the house in the morning and look at the peach block
It's me, I provide for E3, I cried for E3, I'd only die for E3
And you lie for E3, when it comes to the game, I'd fight for E3
You wanna come and hype this sly b? Then night be waits me
I'm liked in every genre, left-field hip-hop even break p
And just when I thought life couldn't get any worse
It got better now, I'mma point this like a full stop
Me, I'm done with any war with a full stop
You know I'm getting around and around like your crew's hot
Gotta take time out, fuck that, now I gotta power up
Shower, world wide, full stop
Anywhere I'm going, I'm rolling with God, full stop
I don't wanna be on the road, it's not that
I want dough, get a deal, move onto a new spot
Who's still heavy? I'm peaking on you lot
One thing that separates me from you lot - power in the game
No one here to me is like me doing an hour in the game
And my crew ain't stop being top of the plot
We're the best in the game, it's bait, full stop
It's real talent, no faking, full stop





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