🎵 Westwood Freestyle (No Borders) // by Durrty Goodz

7 ContributorsWestwood Freestyle (No Borders) Lyrics This is a freestyle performance of new bars by Durrty Goodz on Tim Westwood’s seminal Radio 1Xtra show.… Read More  I eat rappers for breakfast; Corn Flakes I'm on my own ting; you're on Drake's Who can flow 64s in one take? I can flow 3000; André You rappers are washed up; laundry Cold panties and bras; lingerie No I won't front; I've sold yay But I ain't effin' with that shit; no way Rappers are on crack They're claiming it's peng when the song's whack I'm giving you real life on track Many man need to get their life on track But rap isn't for everyone; that's one fact Lie back; being black could get you lynched By they that came to Africa to pinch They came and took everything; the kitchen sink! Now they type L-O-L; laugh out loud Who's got the last of laughs? Dark and proud Turn up your master blaster, so loud Now I'm the master blastin', they've sold out Whoever's up on a war ting get blown out Can't you hear what I'm chanting? I've grown out Got darker like plantain; oh wow Them dargs are just barkin' my old style From Scotland down to Barking, I'm known now You can tell I been grafting; got no nails I've stepped my hustle up; got gold scales Now the balance is right; I get more sales The swagger is tight; I get more girls But girls love money; I need more pearls My name be ringin' like four bells You can find me on the beach; shore shells Some of these mans are snitchin', but you don't tell Nah, even if you get nicked, got no bail Livin' in shit; lonely in the cell You still look at the judge; tell him go to hell Some of these mans are snitch niggas but you can't tell 'Cus you're under the vibes; cartel Liquored up in the crib; Martel But when they're signing statements it's heartfelt! Rappers are so late They're rockin' them watches, but it's gold plate Watch me rock 'til I get gold plate Shoulda went platinum but I'm so straight! Let me shout out my sisters; No Lay Lioness, Mz. Bratt, Naomi Baby Blue, Stush, Shystie You ain't finding another brother that's like me That's unlikely Anything moving anti's not like me But when you're talking a shanty, that's like me When rappers fail to rap they do Plan B Well you know I'm an MC, I've taught ya Don't get dark with me, I will torture When I was signed with Polydor it was torture Shit, that could have been me, but now it's Scorcher! And that's just real talk They say, "Is he rasta? Is he Christian?" They say I look Muslim! Can you look Islam? I'm just dealing with love; word is bond! Yes I'm a teacher I make grime CDs with not a feature Got better as a artist, I'm an achiever So you can say what you want; I'm a believer They say world is a prison to the faithful And paradise for the ungrateful Well I'm goin' and goin' until my plate's full I keep showin' and flowin' so fuck a label I've signed myself to myself, I soon sign cheques I'm moving as well; I fly jets I've seen improvement; not G5 yet I'm on a easy ting; don't watch my steps! All my steps have got Gs on 'em; fly creps 'Cus they came on a plane; direct Straight from Spain; Madrid You can't hate; Hundred and eighty quid! Now who's the flyest of them all? Durrty My mirror up on the wall heard me When mans look in the mirror it's dirty! Now who's looking at life? Thirty! And who be rocking these mics superbly? 'Til bad mind wanna fight and merk me? Huh, birdy Haha, it's real, it's Durrty! Yeah I make exclusive steps; Nike And tick rappers off; they don't like me! Five years back I was stripey I watched the whole bloody industry bite me! Now I'm five years ahead; who's beside me? Who's really spitting that peng, besides me? I make foreigners wanna come sightseeing 'Cus they're honouring tight MCing I heard a rapper got signed and he bought a B-M His album's whack though, I wouldn't wanna be him Long as my brothers in I'ma say, "Free him!" Like if you keep coming for sniff, I'ma stay skiing I'm far from a snake But rappers spitting that truth are harder to break Said it takes a little more time And I've got none to concentrate on your grind Plus you're all quick to snitch and call the law line Let's have a battle with albums; it's war time You lot are bait like rebore 9s They imitate with poor rhymes! Some rappers are thugs; some need a bigs Some rappers sell drugs; some need a mix Some rappers record; some need a fix So when you sum it up some of them are shit And when you take away their clothes they got no flows Add up the bars; they've spent too many on garms But this time's me; I add work 'Cus when I add it all up, that's an advert It's Durrty Goodz the brand Let me break it down so you understand I break it down like I'm talking to a younger man Embarrass any rapper like his mama can These yoots wanna tell me 'bout they run a gang? I'm old school; I'll show you about running man Rodigan; honeygan Listen, don't get me involved in your shenanigans! Rappers hate that I'm the man again And they're window shopping; mannequins Yout' look inside yourself, see man are kings 'Cus you boys ain't living right; all you man are sin They say the business has no place for the righteous I guess that's none of my business; we're writers I pay solicitors to sort what's behind us And spray lyrics so you listen to the rhymers And it's been a minute now; we're grinders I never give up 'cus I know I sound timeless Rappers can't show me what the time is These ain't your regular bars; these are hybrids You see, to me they're all swagging it They ain't really saying nuttin'; they're blagging it I'm just trying to show the girls where the magic is Don't let me have to show the world what a tragic is I see rappers blowing up; I ain't panicking I been doing shows in Europe, travelling I been Prague, Croatia, Sweden France and Italy, squeezin' Not to mention Ireland and Denmark And that shows it's real; no pretend art I've had rappers biting me like ten sharks Some are never gonna bust like pretend Glocks I hear rappers talk like they know me So I let rappers hear me talk like they owe me I make 'em sound like a serial phoney I've only got good material; Stoney Durrty Goodz the imperial OG Flowin' like minerals in '03 Became grime general in '07 Showin' the levels in 2-0-11 Sh... Rappers are like, "What?!" And screw 'cus I be tight like bike nuts A road runner; my cabin it's full of street cops 'Cus I'm crazy with rap; I make the beat nuts So don't get me wrong No other British rapper's better on a song No disrespect to rappers that be getting on But if I spat over your track we wouldn't get along I'm just showing them stars and separation So if you're whack this bar's a dedication So many rappers have a lack of education I'll wrap up everybody; no segregation You know what's funny; when I say something positive In my lyrics, the kids don't wanna honour it But when I say something that's controversial I get mans from Universal, hollerin' Looking for me on the Twitter; followin' But they can't trick me into shit-swallowin' This is for them little tuggies unfollowin' It's time to be a wise man; King Solomon I treat rappers like trees Burn 'em and blow 'em in the breeze Chop 'em up; throw away their seeds Put 'em out 'cus they don't wanna read And I've had enough, I know what I need I'm a pro I can flow with no weed I sound wicked with bars of slow speed And if I skip other man are so peed I am the riddim cus I know about greed These creep niggas don't know about me And where I'm coming from it's so about me The product of the environment is me I know the top ten in the industry They're signed and they don't know about 3 I run my own business; show a man the P This independent man will blow 'em out free Effin' with Durrty Goodz, I will singe ya These lot are rappin' over beats that will cringe ya I'm tryna use my singles for my ringer If you don't like it then kiss my middle finger While I'm kissing pretty birds; flaminga They're spittin' shitty verses; breath stinker If she's on the ting I'm a link her And I always get it in; I'm a sinker See I'm just tryna see the papes From everywhere; get them overseas babes 'Cus girls abroad got a little culture in 'em Certain gyal from my ends've got the vulture in 'em It won't even be worth it goin' and approachin' 'em Some would lie for the cock; that's the roach in 'em Some just want notes; if you ain't holdin' 'em They'll be sexin' next blokes that wanna roll with 'em I find it sad money's controllin' 'em They'll diss their baby's dad; cut the soul in 'em 'Cus man will flush bucks for the whore in 'em 'Til he's done bust and he sees the whore in 'em Won't even spend another second on the phone with 'em They'll still check you if you sex like you're owin' 'em There's daughter's growin', dad's better start sewin' 'em Or they'll just grow up doin' what their mother's showin' 'em Act like I'm tryna be a role model The role models ain't getting no models! The models come with the dough and the bottles The cars; the lights; the stars My heads hot like when you light cigars And I'll bedrock a Nicki Minaj So these bars are like straight sabotage Dem cyan't see me 'pon beat; I camouflage I'm tryna show Rihanna that I'm so hard I'll flow all over a piano and a brass This man is like a wild animal on grass And you can get wet like sexing in the bath F the industry; I won't smile on your behalf But when you see me at the Grammys, I'll laugh At all you whack rappers from the past Tryna take snaps at me 'cus I'm off For real, Durrty Goodz Overall, new album February Who's live on the riddim and who made the scene die out; labels Got 'em sounding funny and doing things I'll never try out on my A-Hole I eat rappers with my mouth dem boys know whenever I'm about it's fatal I munch on rappers by the bunches, thugs, I'll split in half like a bagel I can see the mainstream; I'm in the street; I can climb out; I'm able Man are saying that I'm never gonna make it; I'm like yo, them man are ungrateful I bless these beats; they call me the man above; I'm thankful You've got a new album coming out? Overall, it's a tankful I want X amount of paper; this year I won't stop 'til the bank's full So if you don't know about DG, this is 3.3 of the Key Key I'm a on-point MC, so if I can't join in I won't envy I'm a beat them on a mic, defeat who wanna fight Many MCs, I ain't gonna lie 'Cus many man be lyin' on the mic My punches are the iron in the mic Last year man tried walk in my shoes This year mans ain't tryin' on my Nike Rappers are catchin' bars, I paralyze all these artists Your singles are flatter than Ferraris I mingle after rappin' at the parties Birds are on me like the back of my Armanis I'm wrappin' up a whole pack of artists They want you downloading a stack of garbage 'Cus it won't move in the Black Market This year I'm shooting on target It's firing time You don't wanna stand in the firing line No levels are higher than mine That's why them man are admiring mine Don't ask me what I think of the scene 'Cus bare man are pirates in grime And no I ain't gotta join in your team Durrty Goodz is a name brand machine I'ma expand the brand for the cream Execute plans, cuh man have a dream When I flood the streets I make fire rivers Imagine me swimming in the mainstream With the wisdom of a wise man The energy like I was 18 The clarity of a MC With the knowledge of a slave set free Some man are on stage locked with a key But when I'm on stage I've got it locked 'cus I'm me All I really need now is promotion I'm in the studio rollin' the potion Should be doing shows over the ocean 'Cus these flows ain't showin' no emotion I got the food right here ready roastin' Don't let me show a man about toastin' 'Cus manna badder den dem, no boastin' Don't you know Goodz? I'm a East Coast King! Dem man are bad on the net; keep postin' Act like a cigarette I will smoke him! I got fire that will light up your whole skin Bars will burst through the beat when it's postin' They can't show a OG about road ting So they pray on my downfall; hoping And they keep to their lies; Pinocchin' All your bars are pork pies; you're joking! If you hear a man say, "Fuck Durrty" Cut 'em off cah they're untrustworthy Your man a been a Don from early You can tell cah their flows so curly Summa dem are soundin' so so girly I'm a hot pro; summa dem are learnin' Got hot bars; summa dem are burnin' Like babylon, tables are turnin' Every day there's cases adjournin' Many ways that the papers are earnin' I'm heard on the airwaves, surfin' Certain man cyan't get a word in Everywhere I go now, everybody's heard him I keep effin' up the game; no virgin A bredda's gotta get pape', for certain They all chase me, so I draw curtains I'm a big mic man, some a dem are smurfin' And couldn't come around me; I will turf 'em See the blessed don't fret when ya cursin' When I'm done with a verse, beats need nursin' Anywhere I go, it's a burial For them whack niggas comin' through your stereo Oh, you wanna chat, what's the scenario? London man are rough like I'm a MC, nuff a dem are talkin' This is DG; Don Gargon 'Cus I done grime in a dark garden Like Dolce & Gabba does garments I put the lyric in the flow; no jargon Spitters if you want it let me know, pardon They want a name off of me, I par dem With a line for your head, a partin' See when I rhyme I'm ahead by a margin New bars got the gap enlargin' Gave you an album; free with a bargain But you gotta buy Overall, I'm buzzin' Anybody in my way I'ma pass him Just when they thought I wouldn't spray, I'm blastin' And I'm taking what I want; no askin' And I'ma do it all live, no mask 'Cus I know what I do, I been masterin' I been listening to niggas that been laughin' When they try me I put 'em in a coffin I keep wrappin' up heads; Bin Laden Girls wanna give me head for the stardom So I bed some of dem and never call 'em Gal are sayin' that my hood's like Harlem You can get it any time of the mornin'! Some man are petty cah they're rhymin' appallin' And they never there when grime be fallin' So they end up behind me stallin' I leave badminded man crawlin' Every time I wanna shine, man's wanna war 'im I just wanna live life; tourin' Big mans ain't on a Grime Forum Rudeboy, I'm on a grind; scorin' I got so many designs; pourin' Soundboy you need to go and resign; you're borin' Some of them are sellin' it out, they're They're all upset now I'm tellin' it out; sorry All I want is my money, power and glory I'm a real brudda and I'm proud of my story Could you name an MC that could floor me? Write a list; there's nobody before me! My brudda is a grime icon; surely And I got crazy cousins; Corey Man's never said nuttin' when they saw me 'Cus deep down man are votin' for me! My flows lightning and my bars are stormy They're wet, you won't get your wifey horny Flows are bussin' in the beat with the orgy Look, they can't reply, if I ever reply I end 'em with surprise and peng the supply Hang them in a poison pen's the alibi Standardly, man a got fire for Sodomites Angrily, Durrty be flyin' on any mic Rampin' with man'll go flyer than any kite I'm amped up and I ain't puttin' in any hype 'Cus on sight I'll be buryin' any guy