Drake & Central Cee "On The Radar" Freestyle (REACTION!!!)

Central Cee is actually wise for not doing the XXL freestyle n doing this 😂

Drake absolutely SNAPPED on this.

I like how drake sat there listening to Cee’s verse appreciating his talent. GOD DID

“J A U M the way man put you in a jam like a typo” is fucking crazy

As a fan from the UK, Drake snapped, I was hoping he wernt gonna do the UK flow because his previous attempts were cringe but he’s patterned the flow and the bars have stepped up. I approve.

4:47 "The morning rain clouds up my window I swear I feel like Dido" that STAN bar got me🔥

The bar on Julius Caesar and JC was poignant. And feeling like he’s been alive for 1,000 years.. wow, best bars in the song, alongside CC’s lines referencing and pertaining to Christianity and Islam, and having come from the urban sprawl to living on farmland now

no way drake said “tryna be under your breasts like peas and rice” 😭😭😭

“That was the weakest pistol I’ve ever heard “ 😂😂😂😂

"the morning rain clouds up my window I feel like I'm dido" was slick as hell 🔥 🔥

They need to drop a song together. Their flows compliment each other so well

The collaboration we thought we didn't need 🔥🔥💯

Drake sittin back jammin like a proud dad during CC’s part 😂😂😂

That “GRR“ from Drake killed me fr 😂😂😂

If Drake rapping like this on the album, I need it! Say what you want, that man can rap 🦉

That bar with the greek gyros was lit he even said it with the correct pronunciation big up Drizzy and big up Shaq from Greece🤍💙

They both snapped on this one 🔥🔥🔥

[Verse 1: Drake] On Morningside, got no stick in the ride If I take flicks with the guys, I gotta put emojis over like three faces 'Cause the feds can't see those eyes People I shouldn't be beside When I was an actor, they would go Stratford just to sell food on Bieber's side Plenty reasons why I'm this way, my girl, that's just one reason why Seen you around at Sotto, enough man, baby, you love on some eediat guys Obedient guys, jokers and comedian guys You know I'm like 6'2" in the right shoe, love But you love on some medium guys I wanna keep you on the beach 'til 6 A.M., so you see sunrise Seen you from the stage in the one hundreds, these must be eagle eyes Pressin' against me, thinkin' 'bout entry, know you could tell it's a decent size You wanna know the real me, girl, say you wanna see deep inside If Chubbs has on a Chanel side bag, you don't wanna see him reach inside 'Cah we know some demon guys with jealous and evil eyes You know that's how Jesus died, you know that's how Julius Caesar died I bet they were decent guys, I swear they remind me of me sometimes I'm tryna be under your breasts like peas and rice, you never get treated nice Fool you once, that's fine, but you look dumb if you let them repeat it twice Two hundred mill' on the table, I hope I'm able to get this agreement signed Told you I needed time, but really the truth is I don't believe in time Feel like I been here over a thousand years like since the medieval times And I'm still just a cutthroat king even though this is recent times A man might dead that we're beefing with, but we don't do grieving time Fuck teasing time, if I come inside you, it's breeding time So much for idols, KMT with the eye roll Knew that I made it when I had drivers holding my last name up in arrivals Cench might need vaccine when he see how this vid' start going viral If Lita's there, then the mash is there with grains in there like silos The morning rain clouds up my window, I swear I feel like Dido J-A-U-M, how it looks when man put you in a jam like typos Negotiation, ask her for twenty percent of the company, that's my final Realistic to shit, my N15 like I'm going through Tottenham High Road If it's beef, I'll get that shade from bread and grease like I'm making giros, or I'm making gyros So much for all these heroes The numbers are good with me as long as it's comma then zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero Pass me a glass of the vino If a girl try take my Rolex to buy some Valentino I tell baby M what she did to the kid, that eyeliner like emo She didn't rock my clothing line when we had one shirt to go with the jeans though Now man like me and Clint can afford those whips like Gran Torino Grr Central Cee Crocodile tears, she ain't even crying Why you swearing to God? You don't even believe in Christ What you sayin' wallahi for? You ain't been on your deen, you've been eating swine, nah I ain't the man of your dreams Now you wish that you stayed with your previous guy It used to be 3.5s, now I can sell out the O2 arena twice Don't ask what the fee looks like Don't believe all the media hype, like eighty percent of these people lyin' Who can I ask when I need advice? I gotta work hard, it's me who provides Email YBeeez for the feature, look What goes up must come down So when you're in the air, prepare for the landin' I did everything that I could for my hood, so how do they say I don't care for the mandem? Crib so big, I might get out of breath, if I walk too quick up the stairs in the mansion They weren't there for the action Tryna round up three hundred Spartans, we going to war but we ain't in Athens Everything won't go to plan That's not how it goes, I'm afraid shit happens Rap boy on a footballer's wage, I'm on the same pay as the players at Dallas What's making the haters jealous? I'm thinking the AP's eighteen karats They call me my government name in Harrods (Uh) This one ratchet, don't even know who her baby dad is (Nah) If I cum inside, I won't leave 'til I see her take the tablet (Nah) He mention my name 'cause he wanted some fame and he ain't established (Huh), alright You know the verse gon' hit when you hear that adlib Come a long way, I was sellin' them opium on my lonely, but I'm not Ken Carson I'm a hood, red hot, red dot on my head, in my hood, I'm a target So driver, stay in the whip while I jump out quick, don't park it I can lean out the window and horn it I'm on the same pay as the players at Charlotte Big fish in this thing, no armbands like a back stroke how I swim in that shark tank Drop me in the jungle, tree-to-tree, start swingin' like Tarzan Twenty four inch on the rims on the Benz I'm doing donuts and skidding on tarmac (Huh) Sick of these high-rise buildings, flip the script, now I'm living on farmland (Huh)

It’s a UK flow but Canada is heavily influenced so it goes hand in hand

People need to recognize drake 36 and still running shit worldwide