Really Cold

Show me who you know who really flows

Show me who you know who's really cold

Show me who you think's really in my zone

And I'll 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

MC's I should punch you in your mouth

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

European dance, mixed in the 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 round these streets

From 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 Loudon, call me Kong

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

Show me someone that you think I should be wary of

I'll grab his cranium and tear it off

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

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

I see pop stars posing like rap stars

You've been 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 that you get moved too quicker

Than mice inside of a python's home

I guess I'm one of a few true spitters

The rest can't cut it so I'll slice them to the bone

System overload, it's too late I'm cracking up

Smacking up MC's who never roam 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 of big man

Just a little sick screaming out 'fuck em now'

Who the fuck told you it was fire you was spraying

You know who you are and so do I so what you saying

Nothing cause your management will tell you not to speak

Mine will tell me burn em and then fight em in the street

Cash hungry vermin, I'll deprive em of their sleep

Scare em like a nightmare the way I ride 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, Devs 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 MC's

I feel like the son of Sam

Show me who you know who really flows

I'll blow em 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