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Verse 1 - twitter.com/JKasmusic
Welcome to the x factor.
This is that new chapter.
You see my flows overflowing through the roof's rafters.
See I'm a true grafter.
I make dem yutes capture.
You see I'm onto bigger tings now I peruse BAFTA'S.
See I'm a star in the ghetto call me Chewbacca.
Yes I be that monster on the mic bussin big makka's.
Send dem boy's running for the hills cause dem feel para.
You never kno seh ya boy came wid will power.
That foundation to raise up a nation.
And now I'm letting off shots with no hesitation.
I say it blatant.
I'm so underrated. And yet so creative.
And more so assuasive.
And so I had to step this all up in ya face.
And still I like my gyal dem pretty in the face.
And yes I like dem wid dem pretty little waist.
And she can come and drop that pretty little bass.
Here come the hurricane.
Here come the hurricane.
Far from that white hart.
But I run another lane (Bramall).
I'm from the steel field's.
Where we buss the real steel.
Welcome to the x factor.
Now you know the real deal.

Chorus:
We got it locked down.
Yeah we got it locked down.
We got it locked down.
Yeah we got it locked.
You know we rock crowds.
Yeah you know we rock crowds.
You know we rock crowds.
And we mash it up.
(Repeat x2)

Verse 2 - twitter.com/franzvon
Welcome to the x factor.
Neck snapper.
Mic rocker.
Back packer.
Snapback so low.
Only flow with the best rappers.
Blessed with that flow dropping next bangers.
Yes it's that Sheff city.
Let's get it. Go propa.
Going harder more than lyrical bravado.
This is real like man a walk it we manoeuvre they just talk it.
Check the movement's from the cradle to the coffin.
On the stages that we rocking got to raise the game and drop it.
Collect the profit from promoters in my pocket.
Lock and loaded man were popping.
Money music is the topic.
Check da name and watch the pages in ya optics.
Picture perfect man it's murder in the mosh pit.
Turn it up it's that sick.
Burn another fat spliff.
My verbal's twist' and turn it flip the words just like gymnastics.
Rap fantastical slap back these bastards.
Man it's welcome to the x factor chapters.

Chorus:
(Repeat x2)

Verse 3 - twitter.com/bthechemist
My demonstrations keep em throwing up.
Growing up.
Folding handy downs.
See me now
Rubber bullets to the crowd .
Lock em down.
A brothers way more than able.
I turn dem tables.
Restaurants revolving, up the top of skyscrapers.
Share my plate with major players.
Contract papers.
Step up off my laces.
Saving days when gracing stages super hero capers.
Gung-ho.
HeroI kill with one blow.
Strive for extravagance so he throw a couple combos.
Adios.
Grab a ticket for ya next visit.
Chemist exhibits clock ticking to the next digit.
Etch a x upon the map and hit the next city.
X amount of fresh and I might take somebodies ex wid me.
Mek the clipper spark.
Gun fingaz in the dark.
Spray hard.
Separate the tree from the bark.
Slick talk
Move the mass like da pastor.
The whole room recites my mantra next factor.

Chorus:
(Repeat x2)

Verse 4 - twitter.com/jkasmusic
We got it locked down.
You know we got it locked down.
See every time we step upon the mic you know we rock crowds.
But you don't understand the flow and how it's got style.
Rhymes are bussing off like bombs, we got em stockpiled.
I'm on that track like an animal, that Rottweiler.
And man are getting ready for the night, like where on't prowl.
This is how we do this.
Man are moving ruthless.
Kno seh we be stepping up the game wid new manoeuvres.
Never snorting white lines.
You man are like them hoovers.
You call me Han Solo.
I buss you like a trooper.
Precision like a shooter.
Wid nines and bazookas.
I'm locking off the dance I've no time for you snoozers.
Man are on a rampage.
Mashing up the damn stage.
To put mi home city pon da map.
That's the campaign.
Now let me welcome everybody to the x factor.
Man are getting mad but you ain't ready for the next chapter.