Текст песни: Darkside Freestyle + перевод

Oi Lewi, are you sick?

Yeah… G.H. (Back on the darkside Shit)

Yeah, I’m back on the darkside shit

That’s right. Ok. (Wow…Woo)

Listen… Ok

SKOOM!

Different day, same shit…

I’m in the same whip getting rid of weight and grams

Many hate my plans

I swear down if any take a stand

I’ll tell Ace hold the semi straight and bang

I’ll seperate your gang, then generate a scam

Don’t ever shake my hand

You’re 22 and you ain’t ever made a grand

I can educate you fam

You seem silly? Call me P. Diddy you’ll never make the band

Don’t come around here tryna demonstrate the slang

I devastate all featherweights…

More time I dedicate to fans

Let me take your hands, I’m smart with the bars

Got all the kids like when they take exams

I’m on a roll like sellotape from strands

Even when i commentate this nang

I celebrate everyday on this same said estate and jam

I know i had to get away from 'Ham

Back routes in a black coup

In my eyes see three in a black tracksuit

But if I’m running a bank scam it’s black suits

But I’m like Wretch though cos my dress codes never retro

Fresh to death so my ex wants me back but…

She better get used to me gone

'Cos i need my space like I’m truthfully Tom

And the way I do too many wrongs

She might stumble upon too many phones, too many girls

Too many doms thats what i’m usually on

On a regular my wife might go through my cellular

But she’s so real that I’ll never get rid of her

I can make an angel switch like Angelica

I don’t do trips for two to America

You think you’re clever huh? I’m on the grind every semester…

I make music that’s secular, ask any magazine editor

I be doing this ting like nobody does it

Them boy there don’t exist on the register

I been the best since 2−5 and it’s due time

Niggas pay respect like when Proof died

Now it’s 2−7, I’m the UK’s new weapon

I couldn’t give a shit what you reckon

Don’t doubt me for even a few seconds

I ain’t got time for you peasants with no stage presence

I make more than an effort that’s why my foot’s so sore

And my T-shirt's wet full of sweat to get here I broke laws

120 on the clock like «Oh lord!»

Sticks on the waist incase there’s any road wars

Now I’m late

But the show don’t start until i’m through those doors

Quick let me take a trip back to '04

I was like «Ghetto!» … They was like «Who?»

But you know what, that don’t happen no more

Why you wanna see ID when I’m V.I.P.

I’ll wear what i want

Like kids that dont care bout their parents response

I’m off the rails I told you before I’m a menace like Kano

So feds smile when i’m locked in a cell

But i scream «Free» like i done a song with Estelle

Man are on corners like shops and Patels

Make everybody sick my doctor as well…

That’s because I’m a popular male

I’ll stick my cock in a girl, yeah I’m X-rated

Like say i’m at the top of the shelf

I’ll be back with a banger like every other week

Back in the manor where many of us meet

In Plaistow, Greengate, P.R. Lane, Abbey Arms

Back up to Larch Close, you better back up you arsehole

Pack up and go back to Harlow, I got a shot like Ronaldo

(Wow)…

Precise at long range

So don’t come around here like your name holds weight

From where you come from it’s a long way…

Round here we hustle like Rick Ross

I’ll run up on a prick and make his chick watch

While I strip him…

And send him home with his clothes back to front

Something like Kris Kross!

I do my ting do yours, true stories i’ve been in a few wars

I do more, he came to my house, kicked in the glass

Next day i made him pay for a new door!

He ain’t a bad boy… i took man to the cash point

Fucking with me was a bad choice

You’re 28, why the fuck am i hearing your dads voice?!

I never knew you was that moist (Pussy!)

Some niggas flip when they sniff a split personality

Stick to the script… Cos i’ll be in the bits with a stick and a…

Black jacket, black hat to match it

You prats have had it, I’ll clap the 'matic

Unwrap the package, do the mathematics

I’ve got crack for the addicts, comebacks are rapid

So quick you could have an asthmatic panick

No shit how much of that could you manage?

You’re hopeless attached to a habit

Your brain cells will naturally vanish unnaturally damaged

You know the end has to be tragic

You can’t adapt to the baggage

Threaten me but i’ll be back with the ratchet

If it ain’t that i’ll attack you with acid

I’ll swing til' I’m knackered then capture the maggot

Now he’s trapped in the attic

Got more tools then Gary the mechanic

With a knife on the waistline, you can say bye to this planet!

Them niggas ain’t done no drive-by shootings

Watch when I buy my new ting

Nothing but nightlife cruising

If i see you on the sideline snoozing

You’ll have your hands in the air like a high five

Looking back in hindsight fumin'

You better get them size nines moving…

Or there’ll be a body in the pavement

Feds can’t find nobody for a statement

Back goes the shotty in the basement

Ain’t nuttin' stop me I’m blatant

When it comes to hospitals

I know nobody dont wanna be a patient

Laugh no more like comedy’s asian

No jokes at all, it’s fun when I go to brawl

It’s done when I fold my tool

Over all I can hold the fort, I’ll poke 'em all

Fuck the police, it’s bait like say I’m on a bus with the heat

And I rush to

The last time the police put cuffs on my sleeves

I was beat down by a muscular chief

Face down on the curb, cuts on my cheek

Got to the station lumps on my knees

Who battered me? That’s police brutality

Get them back that I’ll do happily, with a new strategy

How can the boys in blue manage me?

It’s humanity to want a huge salary like two grand a week

That’s true vanity, soon man will see they lose sanity…

G.H…Lewi White on the keys I does this yeah

Stupid! (Yeah)

Freedom of Speech… wow

That means i say what the fuck i like!

Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blahhhh

Lewi! Let’s go…