Lyrics Wiley – Merkle Freestyle
Text:
Brownie, Hi
Yo, this is Eskiboy
Tunnel Vision Volume 3
Caramel Brownie (What?)
Eskiboy freestyle (Get me)
Hold tight the merkle man (
?, oi London)
It’s Eskiboy, wicked man (Oi, shut ya mout’ star)
Man made the time of the year, are you mad?
Shut ya mout’
I make the tune of the year man
I make the tune of the year man
I make the tunes of the year
I made the tune of the year
I make the tunes of the year
Oi listen, oi you know who I am, shut ya mout’
Hold tight the merkle man (
?, oi London)
It’s Eskiboy, wicked man (Oi, shut ya mout’ star)
Man made the time of the year, are you mad?
Shut ya mout’
I make the tune of the year man
I make the tune of the year man
I make the tunes of the year
I made the tune of the year
I make the tunes of the year
Oi listen, oi you know who I am, shut ya mout’
It’s gettin’ cold out here so mind you don’t slip up
Ain’t none of you ever pushed a gun-clip up
Mind you don’t trip up, things get rip up
Spit so much fire make a whole crew give up
You ain’t been on a roof, you didn’t rig up
Rinse got me bigger, so you must get a big up
And now I got dreams that I wanna live out
Straight to the top, I’m hot, I won’t give up
Hot I won’t give up, no I can’t give up
You can’t get rid of the champion killer
Me and Jerome we know the gun driller
Wait, ’cause we gotta bus a shot at Tilla
Me and Will run deep like a river
And now I’ve got power, like, watch me deliver
What, you didn’t hear when I murked up a sinner?
Champion killer, all out for the skrilla
Get wile up, rudeboy, don’t try smiler
You don’t wanna come round here and get wile up
Came with a crew, that’s alright then, line up
Which soundboy wants to rail up, line up
Pass the mic ’round, spit bars, so your time’s up
I wouldn’t fire a sixteen with a fire cah, buying til my time’s up
Top boys when you sign up, if you come through blasting
Two nines up, I’m a lemon boy
I will rise up to the occasion
Truth is I got mine up
You know it’s just my luck
Wanna be all cool
Come across a little prick who says my time’s up
Rise up, like a Phoenix, Sun 6AM
Come through spraying, about my time’s up
Get your punchlines up, ’cause fun time’s up
I can see you all already when you’re comin’ unstuck
You wanna murk who? I won’t avoid you
Let’s see if you murk me and my whole crew
I’m waitin, I’m sittin’ here waitin’
You wanna murk who? I won’t avoid you
Let’s see if you murk me and my whole crew
I’m waitin, I’m sittin’ here waitin’
Get a letter, make a word, then I string along sentences
And one more thin hoodie was meant for this
Sent from a place where, there’s no apprentices
Harry put a kid straight through where the trenches are
Certain cliques, they weren’t meant for this
Hear me, I can spit bars with emphasis
The way I’m flowin’ now, I can’t see an end to this
Come to my trench town, see the ends a bit
Another letter, another word
Then I string along another sentence, keyword: emphasis
When I start lettin’ off, I don’t tend to miss
You should know by now I was meant for this
You sound unsure, that’s cause you’re unraw
Listen to me, analyse, can’t find one flaw
Nigga’s wanna run draws like they weigh a tonne four
I see ’em wetting, oi blud, what’cha run for?
Eskiboy, Tunnel Vision, shut ya mout’ (Shut ya mout’)
Champion killer, all out for the skrilla
Get wile up, rudeboy, don’t try smiler
You don’t wanna come round here and get wile up
Came with a crew, that’s alright then, line up
Which soundboy wants to rail up, line up
Pass the mic ’round, spit bars, so your time’s up
I wouldn’t fire a sixteen with a fire cah, buying til my time’s up
Top boys when you sign up, if you come through blasting
Two nines up, I’m a lemon boy
I will rise up to the occasion
Truth is I got mine up
You know it’s just my luck
Wanna be all cool
Come across a little prick who says my time’s up
Rise up, like a Phoenix, Sun 6AM
Come through spraying, about my time’s up
Get your punchlines up, ’cause fun time’s up
I can see you all already when you’re comin’ unstuck
You wanna murk who? I won’t avoid you
Let’s see if you murk me and my whole crew
I’m waitin, I’m sittin’ here waitin’
You wanna murk who? I won’t avoid you
Let’s see if you murk me and my whole crew
I’m waitin, I’m sittin’ here waitin’
Get a letter, make a word, then I string along sentences
And one more thin hoodie was meant for this
Sent from a place where, there’s no apprentices
Harry put a kid straight through where the trenches are
Certain cliques, they weren’t meant for this
Hear me, I can spit bars with emphasis
The way I’m flowin’ now, I can’t see an end to this
Come to my trench town, see the ends a bit
Another letter, another word
Then I string along another sentence, keyword: emphasis
When I start lettin’ off, I don’t tend to miss
You should know by now I was meant for this
You sound unsure, that’s cause you’re unraw
Listen to me, analyse, can’t find one flaw
Nigga’s wanna run draws like they weigh a tonne four
I see ’em wetting, oi blud, what’cha run for?
Eskiboy, Tunnel Vision, shut ya mout’ (Shut ya mout’)
