Block 6 x Fumez The Engineer - Plugged In Freestyle

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Shoutout Fumez

Plugged In

Block 6, d'you get?

Free A

Free KP

Free all the mandem

I can't even talk on the drills we've done

Cah the drills we've done might get me knicked (uh-huh)

I ain't tryna buck into P.C. Smith

Big ying on my hip and he knows what it is (shoo)

Last time that I cut from the CID on the strip

Next day, took trips with the stick (uh-huh)

S1 tripped and he nearly got hit

Now broski's pissed, get rid of that drip (burn that)

Fuck it, we gotta get rid of them garms

Swingin' my Anglo Arms (shoo)

Free A6, yeah, he's readin' the Psalms

I can never die in the ends likе-

New flavour, fling it in pot

Paigons run from the gang, get droppеd

Pyrex, water, it's lookin' like Voss

And I trap, make prof

In this ting, I'm a boss (uh-huh)

Got poked by me (by me)

Got poked by me (by me)

Got poked by me

And the avro Albo did high-knees (high-knees)

I don't know about being a victim

I never lack, got my big ramz (uh-huh)

But I refuse to grip on a kitchen

Ching him, I won't get caught on a slip ting (splash)

Dip my shank up in humans

Itch it deep and do the job right (hmm)

I ain't got time for a fight

Just back my blade for the cranberry Sprite (gimme)

What you know about dippin' your shank in shit

Tryna wet and infect young man?

What you know about sittin' in back of the cab?

Got ten rambos in the bag (uh-uh)

When their block gets spun

One gunshot from the Glock, get done (bu-du)

You don't wan' fi get bun

Get lighted up like the party's tun

How can you say it's not beef?

When that's your Gs, and my gang made you run

And Luc put two in your bredrin's back (that's two)

Are you fuckin' dumb?

Rico must be smokin' skud

He ain't ever draw blood (no, he ain't)

But I still had red in my eyes that day on your block with the six G1s

Caught one yute, gave him more than a beatin'

And left him bleedin', the TSG come

YP soaked up a pikey cunt (just drinks)

And the gang said, "Nicely done"

Violent goons, vigorous men

Step, tryna drench, put man on the bench

28-inch, don't care if you're hench

Man bore up your sibling, cousin and friend

Glide with the stick or the 9-mm

Tryna feed roadmen hot slugs and French

I was on the frontline, you was in bed

Them gems just snap and smoke on blem (dickhead)

I fuck up the beat and I let waps beat

But the opps take pills cah they're way too stressed

Call me a surgeon, I open chests

When I unclip chefs, make a yute digest (shoo)

There's a blue story and it's tragic

When I see Magic, I'll do him like Vex, vexed

Head, neck, back or chest

When I swing this chets, my intent is death

I done caught me a case OT

With three rambos and they still got dropped (why?)

What you know about voodoo?

NFA next day, thank God (mhm)

Fuck that, no, man know I thank Satan

True say it's blatant, I do it a lot (Satan)

One-two offerings for my God

Then rest of the day gets carried on (oh yeah)

If I hop out the ride with two bankais

Bro, don't run, don't cut (don't cut)

These swords are twinnin'

I've got two yanks for both of your lungs (splash)

Man do cowboy with that dudus (bap)

Grip that firm, chest that at your drum (bap)

Little man come blocka

Don't be a flocka

Come Milford and you see redrum

Take a shot at the brown, no cat won't frown

Buggin' out like I just made a big man drown (big man)

Other side of the bridge just clowns

Go ask - how we ducked him down

Next day Sosa got 'round

With a getback ting and it's clappin' rounds

Had them man doing up burners

Cah they ain't got no burners (they ain't got none)

Probably ran to his mum like, "Mum, there's a gun"

She's probably like, "Not now " (not now, son)

Man do this for fun

Whole place get tun

We was young when we copped our burners (we were just kids)

One skid to the block, that's purges

Or we might cut through the party, no Burgess (not over there)

Two man on a one-twos swervin'

Do it on foot or a bruck-down Peugeot

Fumez the Engineer