Lyrics
Kontext
It’s the Big Kontext with His Game So..
Ima Quickly reload it like KANO
Cant Match the flow, So Sorry Lad
Leave you Sorely Mad in a Body Bag
Eyes Gunna Pop, My Desire to rock
Ive Got the Form, Lyk Applying For Jobs
The Pros and cons, as I Bomb the Show
Everybody knows that the Kons a pro
Challenge Kontext? Gunna Get Took Hard
I Wont ever Lose my Place Like Bookmark
Never Step, Your Never Gunna Rep it
Spray on some lynx, never gunna sweat it
Say what you think, I kno im decent
And this truth, I say no to preaching
Raise My Arm as I Hold The Title
Im Getting closer to my Goal Than Schmicael
Chorus
Sion De Freitas,
Kon Text,
Get us vex,
Your next,
Best believe,
We’ll leave you perplexed,
Checked and wrecked and decked,
Who’s next?
Who’s next?
Who’s next?
Who’s next?
(Were Reppin the U.K) x 2
Sion de Freitas
Sion De Freitas is the illest,
My flow’s cancerous,
Can kill and break a fake MC easily,
With cleverness and wittiness,
BLUD YOU SUCK like a VAMPIRE,
And your nobody, just look in THE MIRROR,
You ain’t gonna make no PAPER,
Like an illiterate idiot news RE,
PORTER is all your ever gonna be,
And that’s if your very very very lucky,
I’ll FRY and serve all you CHICKENS like KENTUCKY,
You on my dick so much, like you want to fuck me,
But I’m STRAIGHT, cause I’m THE RULER,
You may have more ICE than a jeweller,
But I’m still colder,
Mentally I’m older,
But still fresher than DJ POLO,
I’m all that like KOOL G RAP,
With Kon Text I’m putting Britain on the map,
Strutting while I’m cutting the crap,
Of all these fags saying London cats can’t rap.
Chorus
Kontext
Kon a London Man, don’t think lyk a Chingy
When I Blow up ill be BIG like a Dingy
Chat shit, ima set u punks straight
With a blade a chair and some duck tape
Sion, Kontext, its over fam
Toss explosives still cant throw a bang
Youll find my rap spit getting bigger plays
Find your Cats Shit in a litter tray
I got fresh crepts, wont scuff in these shoes
Im on another level, im up on the roof
Consistent, you fear me with realness
Lyk Casualty, gt a series of illness
So sick, adults or beat the children
My writtens are lyk repeat prescriptions
Leave You dumped, not by your chick
Beat plays as raskil rides this shit
Chorus
Sion De Freitas
No–one’s testing me, like I’ve graduated,
Dizzy, Klashnekoff, Skinnyman, Wiley and all them,
I’m glad you made it,
And are representing London,
The UK urban voices, I want to be amongst them,
But there’s some people fronting,
They like mimes cause they ain’t saying nothing,
Their just monotonous like a Tony Blair speech,
I’d rather research on what Ghandi or Marcus Garvey teach,
Or download an old Martin Luther King speech,
Or hear what 2 Pac, Bob Marley, Nas and um say on they album,
Now days THINGS DONE CHANGED in a BIG way,
Some people with no talent are making it,
No longer are the real ones taking shit,
We’re making hits,
So A and R’s notice this at last,
Sion De Freitas and Kon Text, future superstars.
Chorus x 2
