[Intro]
Homerton
V9, Heatseeker freestyle
Free the mandem
Jony, mum's that beat goes hard

[Verse 1]
It's the Homerton sensei, beg you respect it
Hop out the ride with tekkers, no shank, full fist like Tekken
Like I said it, I fucking meant it, get man down, unlimited cheffings
On the opp block doing up tour, back out my shank, who's tryna get Zord?
Zorro when I swing this sword, they ain't tryna get chinged so they run with hope
Two-two hands in the air, no prayers
And free double tap K, man knows he's shotter for Nike
Pull up, it gets tragic, slap shots, watch 'em panic
I don't know nuttin' 'bout chattings, V9, I'm a savage
Only roll with a chosen few, hop out the car like peekaboo
Squeeze that off like I'm squeezing boobs, ayy, come here, don't leave your Bruce
What you know about energy bars before we step cah these yutes too fast
It's making me sick, had them man just running for skip
Don't take the piss, Nine gang pull up and taking strips
I told lil' bro don't lack, make sure you're holding like Matic
Hope out the ride, have him dabbing, bore him up, have him spazzing
Five man on the glide, come like the kids next door, swing that ratchet and hear that clank
Buss that dotty and hear that bang, hear that bang
Watch everyone dash, hang round the opps you can hold that too, I'll snatch your soul for acting a fool
I'll turn that white to Japan, I'm on the glide with Andy and Dwight
Hand ting charged up to the brim, skid, skrr, who's tryna get hit?
Pop it O, get kwenged, unless you're from NPK
These yutes love talking nonsense, get round there slap corn in pumpkins
What? My blood's pumping, hop out the ride and slump him
Buss a door and get chingy, man can't mention me, I get busy
Lean out the ride with the blikky, dotty come way too pretty
Half them man my pitneys, get round there leave it icky sticky
Fuckin' hell, it's too drippy, grip my [?] holes in kidneys
Of course we chinged up —, I don't care if you're twelve or thirty
My man took a L back then and he ain't done shit, he's fucking nerdy
I'm fucking fed up, get round there and like leave man drenched up
Like how many man have I spared, next time they're fucking dead up
I don't talk on the net, I just pull up and apply that pressure
With my young boy, man guide him, ching man up in front of Tridents
Like, who cares about sirens, get the drop then mans gliding
Samurai bop, let's knife him, or bop with a tool, let's light him
One eye, Kakashi sensei, up on the mains, that's mayday
Watch the bullet like Matrix, you ain't Neo, there ain't no escaping