I did this for all the people that have been emailing me, asking if I still do this rap thing, and would I just drop a lil something. I may not be big in the hip-hop game anymore, but I definitely have some of the nicest fans in the world.

So just for you guys I went into the lab and dropped this ‘freestyle’ over Lil Wayne’s ‘John’ beat. Done in one take, no rehearsal, so there are a few slips in there, but hey let your boy know what you think. Lyrics posted below.

Shout out to my boy Cashino for the recording session and the viral video. Gwon Mr Director.

Info: http://www.youtube.com/user/cashino

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Respect Mine

Bout to put a hurting on you dumb rookies

Cause only those that respect bars are gon book me

Spit flames with great aim get tanned fully

You bad breed but deep down you a goody goody (yeah)

- – So boogie down with the fat kid

I scream calorific bars, got fat lips

The Pharcyde of my range crossed atlas

First team action and you ain’t match fit

- – Now you online for promo

I’m here to tell the whole world kiss my a-hole

I been a terror since I messed with NoDough

My hands on your chest like you rep the logo

- Now these fools wanna scrap for postcodes

These piss stained concrete blocks you don’t own

Another dead son tings stay unsolved

While you stay braggin bout the poison you sold

- – It’s called a trap for a reason

You bredders ain’t gettin out of the region

- Stuck 16 floors up with no hope

But the thing on the wrist looks so dope

- And when was it cool to drug take

Dusting your weed popping pills for f*** sake

- Whatever you are trying to escape

The reality kicks in every time you awake

- This ain’t your pops tryna knowledge you son

I’m just saying this ain’t the way that the game is won (what you win?)

- So don’t judge me on one song, that club banger

Hear the album you would know I’m a bar mangler

Took the scene to new heights and dangled ya

- Made you deep throat my verbs then strangled ya

Ain’t nothing you can tell me bout hiphop

I’ve lived this more than you lot – you idiot

Think man’s only repped since Jumpoff

I’ve held up the game no sawn offs

I be the hurricane that the weatherman warned of

They barricade the frame still the door got blown off, no door knob

- – This ain’t no F – 6 – 4

- This makes the chicks wanna F – 6 more

- I keep it so real right down to the core

Both feet right side of the law (you know that)

- – And they say ain’t nuttn cool bout your dad rapping

- But most of these yout need a dad slappin

- Abandoning your seed that’s a disgrace

Like it wasn’t you that boxed in the first place

You’re the reason I left corporate for youth worker

Now I got these streets covered like a banned burqa

All the drama you been through I heard ya

With my help we’re tryna break the cycle up further

- Shouts to all the young entrepreneurs

I hope you get the things you deserve

Don’t ever watch them man there tryna crush your dreams with a curse

Gangbangers pre book for the hearse

This one great verse no rehearsal needed

I’m so slept on, must be orthopaedic, the world needs it

To reach the masses Paragon half succeeded

My parable paralysed now I’m paraplegic

- – Stay on my tippies f*** hob nobbin

I take the biscuit while you neek nerds stay bloggin

Cape crusade while you snake bredders stay robbin

I’ll forever keep these hiphop headz boppin

Droppin these cold beats I’m so peak

Picked up, moved out, left road, stayed street

I cruise a world most you young bredders won’t see

That’s even if you live past 23

My pedigree certified, I’m some guy

Hand on the holiest book dog I don’t lie

Win or lose straight up there are no ties

But I’ll make you respect mine.