[Intro: Gabzy, Joe Grind]

It's Gabzy freestyle (Gabzy)

[?] Down In The Dirt mixtape (Hmm)

It's nuts

[Verse 1: Gabzy, Joe Grind]

My [?] cooking minds

I'm so hot [?], you can probably fry eggs with my book of rhymes (Ooh)

I can also be cold, you don't wanna laugh

I make the sun, wanna put on a jacket and a scarf

A longer last (Yeah), I mean I last longer

Guess I'm a longer last

You don't want the crime follow

So when I'm around, put your backs up

My mentality's so far ahead, even your future's tryna catch up (Ah fuck)

And my barrels are far from hollow

Man I'm a rider, I'm up for not seeing tomorrow

So when it's, back in it time, I'm straight in

I ain't waiting for the voice at the back of my mind

It's contemplating, I'm straight in

It's that, no lip flow and just spare fist throwing

When you're balling, girls come swarming

So right about now, my love life is still boring

But 9 out of 10 is my marks

See me in my workouts in the t-shirt

I walked from Primark

But trust me brother, I'ma run tings

Cah I keep my focus tight like government funding (Wooh)

And 'round here, it's hot like a sauna

Can't enjoy the good times

Cah I know the bad ones are right 'round the corner

But nah-nah, I'm gon' enjoy life

They give me happiness, then I'm gonna boy life

So go give it to me, man I'm a high roller, do me suttin' talk

I don't bop, I just stroll, it's the do me suttin' walk

But peace is the essence

That's all you should spread

If you don't know that, I suggest you ask the dead

I got my street credit already so I'm nice a lot

You think I'm pussy? Try me

I can bet my life I'm not

And, you don't wanna get blood on your pricey top

You [?] and Gabzy on the grimy block

And you can think what you want

Yeah, reh-reh-reh

When you say, "Hi Gabzy", I can hear fear, fear, fear

Obviously, it's a different story when they're 'bout high

I just say 'low it

I don't wanna cause no bad nights

Don't wanna hear no talk 'bout "he say"

Man I'm a rider, I take it to the edge like cheesecake

And hold on, I ain't finished

Nah

That was enough for like, two Christmas dinners

[Bridge: Gabzy]

(Woo)

Yeah

It's Gabzy

(That is [?] innit?

Fuck it, send for Colours)

Colours

Listen up

[Verse 2: Colours Miyagi]

Ayo, ayo

Chicks see my dick, she wanna suck it and wiggle it

Chick bust my zip, and then she sucked it and wiggle it

Big juicer, she swallow, done a little spit

Said you're a little prick

She don't check you no more blud, 'cause you got a little dick

Roll with no little sticks, no little clips

Cock it back and there ain't no

Age ain't nuttin' but a number

So I still pimp a little bitch

You can get jacked if you're a little rich

Under your bed, for your cash

Leave you where your dough was

Go where your hoe was, leave her soaked in seman

Queen's where I'm from, but in New York there's a Queen's Bridge

Bring back bullet holes and shoot niggas where their jeans is

Long as I leave their soul where their mother of the Queen's is

Know there's suttin' up there, I don't know if it's Jesus

Know about churches, bibles, and deep readers

On the street, you can get your beans split

And your team hit

Whole family, you can get your beans hit

Building up a line, my number one cat's Felix

Murderers, try your new style

Put the gat to the head

Rinse the whole clip and shout it's a new remix

Seen with the .45, ain't talkin' 'bout the semans

Get papers and them bitches change their attitude

See the .50's and the chicks wanna be slamming you

Link with their friends and then the bitch start chatting you

Only happy when the hoods in 'em

What good they bringing? Only a good digging

And most chicks useless

Reason for that? Is most chicks ain't [?]

Probably fucked your friend drunk or booless

And I notice chicks like rumours

Get big headed from the car 'ooters

Some chicks only worth a quick juicer

Stab the [?] like my hoods a big juba

More rock toppin' and the digs more looser

Call me the good router

Colours never wears shoes with no socks

And I ain't got barookas

Catch me in Nike's, never see me in Pumas

And we got weapons over here, leave you dead or clueless

You can get your back like Lex Luger's

We got the gats and the lugers

Had my pockets clipped up, leave your soul in the same direction where the roof is

Telephone tough guy, get your body in a box and that's where the proof is