Merkle Freestyle - Wiley

Brownie, Hi

Yo, this is Eskiboy

Tunnel Vision Volume 3

Caramel Brownie (What?)

Eskiboy freestyle (Get me)

Hold tight the merkle man (, oi London)

It’s Eskiboy, wicked man (Oi, shut ya mout' star)

Man made the time of the year, are you mad?

Shut ya mout'

I make the tune of the year man

I make the tune of the year man

I make the tunes of the year

I made the tune of the year

I make the tunes of the year

Oi listen, oi you know who I am, shut ya mout'

It’s gettin' cold out here so mind you don’t slip up

Ain’t none of you ever pushed a gun-clip up

Mind you don’t trip up, things get rip up

Spit so much fire make a whole crew give up

You ain’t been on a roof, you didn’t rig up

Rinse got me bigger, so you must get a big up

And now I got dreams that I wanna live out

Straight to the top, I’m hot, I won’t give up

Hot I won’t give up, no I can’t give up

You can’t get rid of the champion killer

Me and Jerome we know the gun driller

Wait, ‘cause we gotta bus a shot at Tilla

Me and Will run deep like a river

And now I’ve got power, like, watch me deliver

What, you didn’t hear when merked I’m A Sinner?

Champion killer, all out for the skrilla

Get wile up, rudeboy, don’t try smiler

You don’t wanna come round here and get wile up

Came with a crew, that’s alright then, line up

Which soundboy wants to rail up, line up

Pass the mic 'round, spit bars, so your time’s up

I wouldn’t fire a sixteen with a fire cah, buying til my time’s up

Top boys when you sign up, if you come through blasting

Two nines up, I’m a lemon boy

I will rise up to the occasion

Truth is I got mine up

You know it’s just my luck

Wanna be all cool

Come across a little prick who says my time’s up

Rise up, like a Phoenix, Sun 6AM

Come through spraying, about my time’s up

Get your punchlines up, ‘cause fun time’s up

I can see you all already when you’re comin' unstuck

You wanna murk who?

I won’t avoid you

Let’s see if you murk me and my whole crew

I’m waitin, I’m sittin' here waitin'

You wanna murk who?

I won’t avoid you

Let’s see if you murk me and my whole crew

I’m waitin, I’m sittin' here waitin'

Get a letter, make a word, then I string along sentences

And one more thin hoodie was meant for this

Sent from a place where, there’s no apprentices

Harry put a kid straight through where the trenches are

Certain cliques, they weren’t meant for this

Hear me, I can spit bars with emphasis

The way I’m flowin' now, I can’t see an end to this

Come to my trench town, see the ends a bit

Another letter, another word

Then I string along another sentence, keyword: emphasis

When I start lettin' off, I don’t tend to miss

You should know by now I was meant for this

You sound unsure, that’s cause you’re unraw

Listen to me, analyse, can’t find one flaw

Nigga’s wanna run draws like they weigh a tonne four

I see ‘em wetting, oi blud, what’cha run for?

Eskiboy, Tunnel Vision, shut ya mout' (Shut ya mout')