Road life

People wanna chat about the road life (10)

They wanna get felt up with a cold knife (10)

If I get that mic you know I’ll hold tight (10)

From now on this man knows it’s showtime (9)

You man see rags but I see a goldmine (10)

You man are dead, don’t care if you sold white (10)

I be spitting these lyrics at the roadside

Catch a bus and take a trip down the coastline

And Haasan never cared about a mans beef ting

Rather be talking to one of those sweet tings

Don’t be fooled she’s secretly scheming

How to get me so she can see me sleeping

Damn yeah and my garms aren’t Gucci

Them man are taking the mickey like goofy

I’ll chop man up and eat em like sushi

I don’t care about your life I’ll end your movie

I don’t have any need for a chorus

Because those hooks just bore us

 I spit these lyrics yeah Its flawless

Trust me Haasan comes with the rawness

Are you sane

I’m running on tracks like I’m Usain

Girls are like Haasan man are you sane

I’ve gotta killer instinct its not all humane

When I fire shots it’s warzones like Ukraine

When I send you vanish like Houdini

Rather talk about your girl’s bikini

The same bars you repeat routinely

The same video black bike and wheelie

The same jacket and the same ring

The same sunglasses and the same bling

You’re writing raps and your mate sings

Got a corona and your blazing

What in your life are you achieving

Acting sick nah you man are deceiving

Got bare brothers disbelieving

Snatching keys off a guys key ring

You’re not a man you’re just a coward

Ruin a girls life just to get power

That’s what happens from that powder

Don’t you think before getting chowder

26/02/15

Nobody can deal with my work rate

I’m causing movements I’m making earthquakes

You’re stuck in the labyrinth but I’m in first place

I don’t stop working even on my birthday

I spit bars trust they know the wordplay

Grow faster than a Muslim family’s birth rate

No time for throwbacks on the Thursday

And I gotta tell em Hounslow’s my birthplace

Haasan is not signed I’m keeping it urban

If you wanna clown then go to the circus

I’m hotter than your brown dad’s thermos

Just had another lahmachun it’s all Turkish

Leftover bars project

The leftover bars project is basically designed for bars that over the months I don't really like or won't be using for any forthcoming albums/mixtapes/projects. Its just really to attract attention, garner hits and to show off lyrical talents and bars. I will be posting regularly from henceforth and am determined to see this through. Furthermore I would also like to stress that my views are my own and I take responsibility for any bars that are on this blog. 

Lastly if you are viewing this thank you very much.