Mad About Bars - S4-E1 - Mixtape Madness, Kenny Allstar, Swift

M1OnTheBeat

I need you lot to understand one thing

If you wanna talk about one of the originators in this ting

You’re looking at them right now

But I think some of you lot have forgotten

So let’s remind you

Smoke Boys

Sleeks, Deepee, Swift

Smokey settings

Jheez

Fell in love with the trap

Elastic bands and cash, misch and mash, this and that

A thousand grams just come and it’s already gone, that’s no cap

Said you got all this P but you’re tryna buy a iPhone X on Snap

Everything I rap is facts

Just sent out the morning text, just had the sim card cracked

Call me the Green Giant, sitting with all these packs

And I just done a morning round, now I’m sitting with all these racks

I feel like Cain

I feel like Cain, I’m Abel and I got 'caine in 8 balls

I ain’t got shame, that’s shameful, brick I might break, big breakthrough

And I been great, been made to, ucky was great and it made me feel great too

Been a father and these niggas ungrateful, I just do greatness, I don’t do

lateness

Big bells put a boy down for braveness, I just need acres, I don’t need

neighbours

They just need favours, whole lot of favours, T vacuum with a whole lot of

flavours

In the hoopty then my nigga upgraded

Big not man, I’m major, cookie, act like that’s my fragrance

With gangdem doing up trips, them man love doing up lips

I put packs in cling, soon put them man in a rizz

Manbag with things and things, that’s pack or skiddy, pap, pap or ching

Peng gyal wanna link big Swift but only if I can bring the thing

Used to be more than pissed when the jeans got ripped, now we buy them ripped

Used to have bruck down whips, bruck down kicks, now look at the drip

Whippin' excursion in the kitch', dashed in 3, I just got back 6

Risk, riff, gave it a mix like 6

Pocket was bruck and I got that fix, them lies that you lie just fibs

I just chop that, drop that and let that fizz, ain’t no middle man couldn’t let

man drink

Phone going off, they can’t let man think

Mums home in a sec, it stinks

Bros got his neck on sync, big bulbs in the neck, it blinks

If this was New Jack City, I’m Nino

And I ain’t picking up weights when you hear me talking kilos

And the engine stays in sport, broke niggas drive on eco

When the pack gets low, call up plug and bound for the reload

Touch bro, mans stepping, talking loads, ain’t repping

Back then it was smokey settings, shellings, kweffings, a million wettings

Bro said that she’s a trophy cah she helped you bring the skeng in

Tell them Smokey only, she was like «I swear you’re Section»

Part 2

Ah right

N1 got the sauce baby

That was just gear one

Sykes I see you

Let’s do this again

Sykes, Sykes

Smokey Boys, we see the internet talking

But I think you lot need to understand, these mans ain’t playing no game this

year

Listen to this

Little man wanna go country, he gotta do more than 1 week

Got the Humpty for a monkey, that’s lovely jubbly

Bro said that car looks funny, it might be nuttin' or it might be undies

Duppy for bruv or cuzzy, that’s family and that’s on mumzy

Do road with bro, that’s Bimmer and Benz’s, man doing up country

I really don’t know how I get these peng tings and mans so ugly

Should’ve taught man to press it, dead it, umm umm, I just want ucky

And it’s getting man smoked like Benson, blem him, then go link mummy

They said they do road but umm I don’t know, I don’t believe their verses

Can’t trust a soul, mans so-so nervous, had it in community service

Put slugs in turners, no gloves, still work it

I know plugs and workers, big-big money earners

Rap, stack, course we’re trying

Said you got bands in the trap, got no cash, someone’s lying

Said she wanna do my plaits, hold this wap until it’s frying

Man fly them whole but some of them bricks they get divided

From young been running from Trident

Came up from the corner, now we just shut down Wireless

I remember going OT with Travis Scott and Kylie

Tryna get the bank rolls piling, bruck down whips with mileage

Now when I look back at the throwbacks, me and KK just smile it off

From a Q to a half to a whole block

T house, setting up phone shop

Them boy there got no guwop

They already said smoking kills

Still crush buds in the rizla, broccoli buds, no pills

Open the box like no spill

Smoke in the flesh, live in the p-lace, I need a fresh, I need a clean slate

Had an arrest, I need a beat case, bus-i-ness man, put buds in the briefcase

Fuck all the long, done all the delay, you can get a brick on prepay

Drought but the price too high though, drag you out your wheels and sell it on

eBay

Shell it on Gumtree, mum said I’m handsome, lifestyle ugly

Trust me, said it weren’t us when she heard us on radio but she said must be

Sweets like Kinder but they come Kit Kat chunky

In and out of town in one week, OT Saturday, shelling on Sunday

Ay, caramba, see the undies, big pumpy, make you jumpy

Make you bungee, make you sizzle up like Kalonji, trap like dungrees

Know the feds want all the mandem on the landing for the fuckery

I hustle hard, no GoFundMe, I’m a jungle boy in Jumanji

There you have it

The nicest way to kick off a new season

Smoke Boys, Deepee, Swift, Sleeks

It’s gonna be a good year, believe that

Don’t forget, check out the mixtapes they’ve got out on road

Don’t Panic 2, Swiftionary and they’re coming with more this year

Subscribe to that Mixtape Madness channel as well

And download and save all the playlists for Mad About Bars, especially season 4

It’s the voice of the streets, jheez