Pirate (feat. Syer B)

This tune reminds me of the pirate sets

Dev's inside, what's good? Mic check

Big up the listenin' crew locked in

Technical problem sorted, it's bless

Let's swing like fighters in rings

All live in this thing, I thrive on the test

Came up in a fight with the best

Ain't luck that I spit more live than the rest

Sun Tzu, puttin' art in war

So bounce like fellas on a party door

Don't grab the mic, you ain't spittin' no more

And get jogged on if your spittin' that poor

Back to back, we went bar for bar

The flow must be cold when the titans spar

I ain't known on road 'cause I'm firin' arms

Pirate, but there's no hook, just bars

(Check, check)

Learnt my craft in the battleground

Under the blackest cloud

Where there were no backin' down

And reigned with a ragged sound

You think that it's havoc now? You ain't seen it

Trash pilin' up, sewers bust

Management after subs, oh, fuck

Best dive or duck

I ain't got a ticket for the train, I'll jump

Barriers, to be close to the game I got married

Went through my apprenticeship and then bust

Till then I ain't bringin' this mic too close my lips

It's covered in rust

From a primitive setup

Went worldwide when he started the web up

But now you drop one tune, and might be a star

Who's next comin' up?

What? What? Original spitter

This one's for the old school listener

07956221556, gimme a sign if it's crystal

Rude boys in the lift shaft, settin' up the transmitter

Got two decks and a mixer

A bag full of dubs, some fucked-up bars, a mic, a ten-bag, and Rizla

And there's weed in the lungs

I've done radio sets with the realest ones

Stations set in the vacant drums

High rises and the deepest slums

So gimme ten missed calls if you feel this one

Twenty missed calls, and I'll wheel this one

I rep where I'm from every time I go on

Shout out to my crew locked on

Wheel up, nah, I don't need it, keep it

Let 'em take me in, like air that they're breathin'

The heater's broke, and there ain't no central heating

It's freezin', I see my breath

It just adds to the vibe, I guess

Then I get more drive, more meaning

I was raised to be first, not last

When I'm takin' part, then it might get heated

To a degree that I see fit

Get back on my Rinse 1003 shit

One more time so the scene flips

An old school fire has been lit

Like someone just got me

Pass me it back, and I'll finish him properly

"Go hard or go yard", I heard that said then

And I weren't killin' 'em softly