Really Cold

[Hook] Show me who you know who 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 [Verse 1] 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 round these streets from my young teens carving out a path Forget modest, I’ve been modest too long I burried 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 Stepping 'round the mic when I'm present, I’m feral [Hook] [Verse 2] I see pop stars posing like rap stars You been urban act stashing what the facts are In your videos posing in your flash cars You don’t even own, walk the street alone You find it you get moved to quicker The mice inside of the rifle's home I guess I’m one of afew 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 roamed the roads Never bought an ounce of anything apart from gold You ain't got no credibility, you bastards know I've been a force up in the underground Since them nights that I was writing in my mother's house I've never been no type but big man Just a little six, screaming out, fuck ‘em now [Hook] [Verse 3] Who the fuck told you it was fire you were spraying? You know who you are and 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 ride the beat Ain’t about the 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 the vehicle, that was stolen at your mother's house My father ain't Samuel But the way I kill all these MCs, I feel like the son of Sam Show me who you know really flows I'll bkow '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 [Hook]