Fright Night (Chiraq) Freestyle

[Intro]
So you know what time it is, fire you dun kno'
Big up all my fans team chip CM squad
[Verse: Chip]
See man like me grew up on man like Ghetts
Came through when I said I was next
I can back my talk
Left spitters outlined in chalk
I can name you a list of corpse
But I don't need man coming back from the dead for more
A quad bike nearly took my life
I hopped up like Jesus walks
So what we saying now these MCs remember me well
Man like me might go off the rails
Futuristic flows no behind bars that's probably why I ain't been to jail
Or needed bail
Turn me up, man wanna hot verse phone me up
Tell whoever said there the best MC
Chipmunk, I'm the cunt that will call your bluff?
Yeah, I ain't bad but I'm bad with the pen
I ain't even from there I'm the man in your ends (Woo)
The Weeknd got me gassed up might, touch the roads skrr in the Benz
You see the windows up hot box again
I pick weed over oxygen
Whatever genre is long for 'em cause I got more sides to me than an octagon
So go on rap, pop, grime or take your pick
In it for the hype you don't want it with chip
Can't even lie I read all your comments about peanut head
I'll still take your chick
See man I shoulda bought a crib before a watch and a chain
Spent a Crib on a watch and a chain
Dumb mistakes I ain't making again
But now I'm in the Crib, watch and chain
See I had money, lost money, made back money
Getting with the white folks spend black money
Sell a type of line to slide a 100 niggas what you thinkin I'm gettin that you can send beck for me
Yeah, can't lie I don't need a promotion
Your flows dry ohh you need lotion
Give me the beat me I know what I'm doin niggas call for a feature cause I bring something to it
Oh, you signed Universal or Sony blud?
Where your top ten, where your Roley blud?
Who lives at 140 Grime Street? You know Chipmunk's home
Open up, I'm like sho sho sho, man show me love
I might show up to your show, show you up
I could've went first but saved me till last
I'm turning up, yo turn me up
I start skipping double dutch you know the flows too much
Old mixtapes what I zone to blud
I don't really wanna hear anyone's shit
You UK rappers all moan too much
I'm in a position that they really wanna be
It's funny, I ain't even where I really wanna be
I can hear me in all these new niggas
Got me praying that my fans can spot the wannabe
Like fuck it I'm better than like all you niggas
Put me on a track I'll finish all of you niggas
You don't really want it man come on then clash me
Can't even lie fam, Kendrick gassed me
This kinda verse saying man haffi pull that
Had girls twerkin' before it was called that
If it ain't money on the phone call back, DRS zone
Look I'm still grimey try me
I'll murder an MC for Wiley, what you think I'm lying go on then try me
Left Atlanta and came back wilin', fuck labels for now don't sign 'em
Me myself and I, I'm doing my ting
Well you feeling some type of way
Fam I was really in the A
Spending more than I was making dough
Like thank god I got fans at home, shit
Traveling just to find myself like, what you know about them journeys though
I sat back analyse the game, big up Grim it was harder then
But if history just repeats itself
I, done it before bet I'll do it again
Somebody give a pen, yeah
Cause that boy got his focus back
So bun you hoes I'd rather bash
Taking snaps more than you rap
You man post too much I'd rather clash
Hmm. Somebody try. Who said I'm dead. Somebody lied. Say it to my face watch a MC cry
Roley or not I'll stop a MCs time
Back to grime wanna diss chipmunk, nigga what are you on
Tell Tinashe I'm 2 on
If I give you a verse, maybe a hook, no lie dawg I can put your crew on
Killing every remix, get to my part wheel it
If I do a cover everybody run for cover hey Nicki if you see this hope you feel it (Wooo!)
Hey I'm not you though I am not a just come you ain't got a clue though
It's not about the jewellery I'll back off the Hublot
I can do your flow, better than you bro
Sorry if I use that, don't get too gassed what's that skunk?
I don't want twos that I link the Rastas I want the high grade
Places that It took me I swear I met 2pac, yo
Now they wanna holler I ain't hollering back
But road man the game can I borrow it back
The way I write it's a lot to bite
You might have a hard time swallowing that
Ain't commitment time nah forget that
There's bare tings goin on in my head back
I lost friends and I had a couple setbacks
But yo forget that I just wanna get back so
2015 new music, load the cannon and we can shoot it
Ballers saying they're Danny Welbeck
Watch a real young gunner do this
Still the grime scene saviour
Rudolf raver
Chick-King eater
T-high streeter
Gladesmore jumper
Adidas sneaker
YEEEEEAAAAAH!!
[Outro]
Ya dun' kno', dun' kno'
Believe and achieve, two part project
First chapter Believe, second chapter Achieve
Took my time to try make something that is from the right place in my heart
Been through bare tings, around world and back but I'm back, yh
2015, Team Chip, Paw Gang