No Holds Barred (Goth Trad Remix) (2)
Foreign Beggars feat. Noisia & Devlin (2)
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Yo, I'm a pro with the rap
Step in the booth and drop flow, it's a rack
Want me to flow, you know you gotta show me the cash
But I pay my dough, your whole show gets smashed
I'm a strange guy, even I don't know where I'm at
And more time I yap, won't know where I'm at
But I get in my P, pray on my soul on a track
Or neck as I mean sticking a pole to a best friend
I'm deep, listen to beat, cold with the facts
'Cause if a cat think they got the better of me
You better believe they're missing smoke in a prat
And that's a recipe for disaster, bredren
I'm one to watch so you best keep an eye on
Top of a Twin Tower like you are (power up)
Telling you beat young gully golden is stacked regularly
Anyone testing me, I'ma end 'em (end 'em)
The whole squad that roll through militant
Bust a move and get away like I'm innocent
I'm in the place with my whole fam killing it
No man slipping, plus cold man are bringing it
With the spitters cold tearing it up
Cuz, I see you on set, you are shivering up
Tryna play the don but delivering nuff shit rough
Let me tell you how we're living it up
It's pure discipline, my place second to none
I'm in the zone, man are pure fine, let it be sung
I'm at the top while you're struggling to get on a run
Hush your mukumuk tongue or the lesson begun
Yeah, it's SBs with the tungsten
Pure platinum, tight with the lungs then
Still battling, nice like I'm on a vibe
Drag like I've got the mic spliced with a truncheon
My bars are manifesting an MC's death
If they wanna try test then they need to recollect
And accept there ain't nobody spraying like Devs
Forget guns, I don't need to leave your body all laden with lead
I got lucrative lyrics and I spray 'em instead
We can go backwards and forwards
On a tune or a radio set, they just take a big step
There's no body in my ratio yet
Me, I'm on a roll, try blazing ahead
I got money in my pocket, I got money in my creps
I got money in my wallet, see the hustle I'm on it
I'm still sick of the vomit, I smell a spliff and I'm on it
Or do your bitch all up on it and why?
'Cause I don't really give two shits if I'm honest
I'm just a scumbag for being me, I don't know what they see in me
But now I'm not stopping 'til my music's acknowledged