Finish the Bar - Capo Lee, PK, Saint P

Sometimes I don’t think you motherfuckers understand where I’m coming from

Where I’m trying to get to

(Spooky)

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(Spooky)

(Spooky)

Everyone’s B-A-D

Till a close one gets bun like THC

Might see me with L-E-E on the M-I-C

I see many dead MCs

Study one subject like B-T-E-C

H all great after lessons leave

Step in the road and can’t apply

Always hear bare talk from the deadest guys

It’s like Capo, flow on the mic like yeah

More time, yo, sometimes say yeah

I ain’t got 100,000 views

But I’ll still punch man in the face like yeah

Come around talking watch and chains

Ain’t put food in the fridge all year

Ain’t got a flow that you flow with that’s yours

Chat shit, man ah end up on the floor

And man are back on a wave with all my Gs

Don’t stand by me

Otherwise, man are getting turfed by me

Man are gonna end up with a concussion and one

Hell of a mad nosebleed

Let me tell them again, can’t stand by me

Otherwise, man are getting turfed by me

Left on the astro

On the floor where the germs might be

Left Striker, always in the box

Not six yards, your girlfriend’s box

After, I gotta shoot off

Milkshake in the morning like yog

Left Striker, always in the box

Not six yards, your girlfriend’s box

After, I gotta shoot off

Got a little P so I put it in my gob

S-A, character, I’m like Spike Lee

S-A, mad and kick just like tai chi

Wednesday, drank Magnums with your wifey

Told her «I can’t be trapped, so untie me»

Eff jakes, can’t look down or confine me

Press play, no, we can’t stop cuh that livestream

Deadweight, give me the cop, it’s like ice cream

Bare grease chat but you will not on sight me

But know the levels are dumb

Better go run when I come round and dump

Don’t tell 'em twice, nah, just tell 'em once

When I punchline, bars come with a thump

Ain’t up to par, levels D-U-M-B

Better go run when I D-U-M-P

Don’t tell 'em twice, yeah, them O-N-C-E

C-A-P-O, L-double-E, like yo

Capo the Champ, I be the one

When I touch down, bare bars haffi run

Holding the mic and the dance get done

16 kick out your air from your lung

Everyting sweet, big tune haffi beat

Soundboy get blazed, send me the sheet

Can’t find a height Cap Lee can’t reach

Kick man’s head, I’m the black Jet Li

You don’t want the Shaolin technique

Roundhouse will take your face so quickly

Man have been training on the mountain

From '06, I’ve got the grimy history

Like when Dizzee and Titch had beef on the rooftop

I’m not a mook, don’t push me

Cold like Eski, man ah move frozen

And you don’t wanna get your goods stolen

I ain’t out there robbing

But I know man don’t let the star fire

L Strally, on the mic, I’m a beast boy

Come to the setting all black like ravens

Spit onstage, I don’t do no raving

But if I do, I’m waving

Cuh your girl wants the Strally

And her man don’t wanna see Saint

Mate, don’t act silly, dumb, stupid or dark

This flow might blow off the roof of your car

Believe, I only speak truth in my bars

Nothing more, nothing less

Yes, I was born with the text

When I’m on set, I usually par

See me in the dance, reproducing a bar

Two peng tings, I liked the way that

They was moving their arse