Online Beats- Klashnekoff Murda (Instrumental)

[@noahhart112]

klashnekoff murdera act like you know me i aint ever heard of ya keep myself low but my tunes blowing flowing nd going

[@bradleylumb6897]

Freestyle] I think you forget that Jim’s been a threatand a vet So long so where's the respect? You ain't repped with DJ Slimzee on set I ain't heard you on a tape or cassette Cause weren't present when grime weren't pleasant A game full of shottas and goons and peasants Rascal run away with the scene Man on par with the stickiest lemon The mic in my hands like a stick to a felon Letting off rhymes my mouth is my weapon Blowing up south, Peckham to Streatham Blowing up west from Acton to Shepherds And my name spread north of course Tottenham to Angel I rock the cradle And I been running round east from day Dagenham to Barking, Hackney to Cable Street With a lyrically shot speed Every man from a manor where the blocks deep Where your block's like an episode of Dawson's Creek Rest in peace to the Esco Let's go, anyone who built this scene I'm taking it back to an old school theme I'm oceans deep and they flow too weak Side with me and fly like a frisbee Go against me and die like Da Vinci I open the pages and write in the history I'm right in the middle of my life it's a mystery I wound up on an Island with Tinchy A label Marley made famous See a minor, that's why I'm major Shut one eye then stare at my wallet You still won't ever see half of my paper Life's a ride how far it will take ya Depends how far that you'll break ya Back to make ya stack bigger than a freight container More cash more money in the bank Till I die and reside with the maker I'll shoot for the hoop like I was a Laker You said white boys can't jump you're a hater I'll jump all over your boat race then shout later I'm the administrator for pain inside of a chamber Full of nightmares I don't fight fair If I wanna find breh's I don’t use no satellite navigator Cause the word on the street is that your in town with your bird on the weekend What's the odds that we just might meet then? When I run up on you like an east end weed den You show me the conditions, hear the terms of my recital Murmur and I'll murder you so bring the German rifles I'm rolling with the Kalashnikov I'm backing off my rivals Call me (censored) I’ll kill you off like (censored) And naa I ain't acting I'm as practically a spiteful As going back in time to give the atom bomb to Guy Fawkes Now I'm stuck and I’m waiting for a time warp To once again return you can’t terminate a cyborg I'm made of metal, I could break you all like ply board Broke the ground level now like Luke I like to sky walk I'm a dying rebel like Gaddafi not compliable I'll stab you with a paint brush, there's art in my survival I'm like a cyclops with the all seeing eyeball And all I see is weed to think it's time to build an ital Burn you to degrees that your skeleton is frightful After they discover you in my ash tray after nightfall I kept it real but all they seem to want is fake I should speak like a wanker and spit bars like Drake Fishing hook aaahhh bait, I'll come to your estate And slap your mates who insisted that you was great And then I'll take your style and your charisma Combine em with tobacco and ignite em in a Rizla You left me in my lane we all tried to play the game So now you need to ascertain that I could flip you like your sister But no homo just poisoning the promo Charlie ain't a sloth naa he's a yeti in a polo And Devlin I'm a dragon reigning fire on your postcode I hold gold so let me throw a blow and leave your nose broke Like Britannia it's black and white like a panda The devils levels higher looking down from my veranda And so that you know what you hold is false hope And false goals don't account for much when the truths told Sorry for the flames I induce this is murder Blame put the name on my crew this is murder Jimmy I'm an Essex boy so you know it's murder Greater London in between the city and suburbia Hold tight Klash and Terra Firma, it's murder D, e, v, l, i, n yeah you know it's murder Charlie Sloth the DJ that you all hearda' it’s murder D, e, v, l, i, n.. murder

[@davidian2.024]

Nah sun it ain't about that knife crime but that ting down and chill with me spittin bars online