Really Cold

Show me who you know really flows

Show me who you know is really cold

Show me who you think is really in my zone

And I bet he's someone in the circle that I know

Show me someone that you think is spitting venom

I'll take his freedom in a sentence like a judge

Show me something that I don't know

Before it's too late, I came to wrap the whole game up

MCs, I should punch you in your mouths

You ain't from the streets, you spit shit on funky house

European dance mixed into trance

Can't feel safe with all the jewellery on your arms

I bet you no-one even knew you in your manor

Before you got a deal spitting swag bars

I put my manor on the map

And I've been running these streets for my young teens carving out a path

Forget modest, I've been modest too long

I buried you in freestyles, bodied you in songs

Call me Devs, call me Jim Laden, call me Kong

Beating on my chest, now it's time to get it on

Show me someone that you think I should be weary of

I'll grab his cranium and tear it off

To fill it full of thoughts, that'll make him think twice

'Bout stepping 'round the mic when I'm present, unfair or not

I see pop stars posing like rap stars

You ain't urban acts that's just what the facts are

In your videos posing in your flash cars

You don't even own, walk the street alone

And find you get moved to quicker

The mice inside of a pythons home

I guess I'm one of the few true spitters

The rest can't cut it, so slice 'em to the bone

System overload, is too late

I'm cracking up, smacking up, MCs who never run the road

Never bought an ounce of anything apart from gold

You ain't got no credibility, you bastards know

I've been a force within the underground

Since nights that I was writing at my mother's house

I've never been no type but big man

Just a little sick screaming out, fuck 'em now

Who the fuck told you it was fire you were spraying?

You know who you are, so do I, so what you saying?

Nothing cause your management would tell you not to speak

Mine would tell me burn 'em and then fight 'em in the street

Cash hungry vermin, I deprive 'em of their sleep

Scare 'em like a nightmare, the way I write the beat

Ain't a fan of vegetables, it ain't about the peas

As long as I'm the best within my field then I'm at ease

Underground, overground, Dev's might mow you down

In a vehicle that was stolen at your mother's house

My father ain't Samuel

But the way that I kill all these MCs, I feel like the summer Sam

Show me who you know really flows

I blow him back like I was rolling with a gun in hand

All I know is that there's not that many pros

So when I'm around I have to keep it really cold