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 it'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 jury on your arms

I bet you know I need to know you and your model

Before you got a deal spitting swiped bars

I put my manor on the map and up in money

Remind me streets from my young teens carving out a path

Forget modest, I’ve been modest too long

I bury during freestyles, body doing 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 terrarium and tear it off

To feel it from the fools, start making 'em think twice

Fast stepping 'round the mic when I'm president, I’m feral

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 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 never run the road

Never bought an ounce of anything apart from gold

You been got no credibility, you bastards know

Up in the fools who been the underground

Seems nice 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

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

You know who you are so don't ask me what you saying

Nothing cause your management told you not to speak

Mama told me burn ‘em and then fight 'em in the street

Cash hungry vermon, I deprive 'em of their sleep

Scare 'em like a mad man, to where I want to be

Ain’t about the vegetables, it ain’t about the peas

As long as I’m the best within my field then I’m the east

Underground, overground, dev’s mine, mojitan

The vehicle, caught it stolen at your mother's house

My father lay samuel

But the way to argue all these mcs, I feel like the summer sam

Show me who you know really flows

I blind back, like I was rolling with a gun in hand

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

So when I rhyme, I've to keep it really cold