Cadell Preference
[Verse 1]
Wanna talk lyrics? No hashtags, just @ signs
When you mention my bruddas
Mad how we living, 9 Milli Major told me
"Make sure your runners got runners"
Got with the system, they want colours and patterns
But what about knowledge and wisdom?
When your brain stops working is when you're dead
Get too big for your boots and you're gone in an instant
Reaching the market, me, I end it, don't start it
Nice guy, but I'm cold-hearted
And when I say I've got that stain
I don't mean that I put the bleach on the carpet
Phone plugs for manoeuvres, they end up losers
Leave the transaction laughing
Might put a beat on, rap one or a grime one
I don't know what I'm asking
Which one's better? Which one do you like
And which one's realer?
Everybody's got opinions
My opinion is there's no problem with either
I've got the whole thing conquered
There's a war going on and I know with who
It ain't a war between genres
The real war is all the lies versus truth
[Hook]
So, what's your preference?
Is rap running the ting, or is it grime?
Is the scene dead to you, or is it fine?
What about freestyles? Did you like mine?
What's your pick? What's your cuppa?
Who's too sick? Who's too pukka?
Who flies the flag, who reps the colours?
Who's gonna shut it all down this summer?
[Verse 2]
It's like nowadays, you can be a shooter
Even if you never grab pistols
I can make big man look like boys
But I don't say much, I let hits talk
Might Shmoney Dance but I don't crip walk
Not of gang member, a lot of kid's talk
Not a Skywalker, hold my corner
Can't cross the line or my border
I ain't gonna lie, for a minute, I didn't wanna spit
Cuh the feds get rid of my type
Now I'm living my life, this is my choice
I'ma spit till they all get sick of my voice
The way they act's like they already are
Told 'em don't know who they thought that we are
They wanna hop into the mix till I slip on the gloves, Drive through and hop out the car
Round here, tings pop off
Raves get lock arff, you might get lock out the dance
The way the scene is active right now
I swear to God, I clocked it from far
I say each to their own
So if it ain't about money, then leave me alone
And it's cold in the street, don't speak
Unless you're gonna speak what you know, like
[Hook]
What's your preference?
Is rap running the ting, or is it grime?
Is the scene dead to you, or is it fine?
What about freestyles? Did you like mine?
What's your pick? What's your cuppa?
Who's too sick? Who's too pukka?
Who flies the flag, who reps the colours?
Who's gonna shut it all down this summer?
[Hook]
What's your preference?
Is rap running the ting, or is it grime?
Is the scene dead to you, or is it fine?
What about freestyles? Did you like mine?
What's your pick? What's your cuppa?
Who's too sick? Who's too pukka?
Who flies the flag, who reps the colours?
Who's gonna shut it all down this summer?
