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No Holds Barred (Goth Trad remix)

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Yo, I'm a pro with the rap Step in the booth and drop flow, it's a wrap Want me to flow, you know you gotta show me the cash Your whole show (get smashed) I'm a strange guy, even I don't know where I'm at And all time a yat won't know where I'm at Whether gettin' my P's, prayin' my soul on a track Or a knickers, I mean stickin' the pole to a best friend I'm deep, listen to be cold with the facts Cause if a cat think they got the better of me You better believe they must be smokin' a crack And that's a recipe for disaster Bred, been and one to watch, so you best keep an eye on Top of a twin tower like you are powerin' Tellin' you B, Lengal is gold in the stacks regularly Anyone testin' me, I'mma end 'em The whole squad, the whole crew militant Bust a move and get away like I'm innocent I'm in the place with my whole fam killin' it No man slippin', plus Kold, man are bringin' it With this British cold, tearin' it up Cuz, I seen you on set, you were shiverin' up Tryna play the don but deliverin' nuff shit, bruv Let me tell you, I've been livin' it up It's pure discipline, wordplay second to none I'm in the zone, man are pure fire, let it be sung I'm at the top while you're strugglin' to get on a run Hush your mukumout tongue, and the lesson begun Yes, it's SB with the tungsten Pure platinum, tight with the lungs dem Still battlin' nice like I'm on a vibe I got the mic, spliced with the truncheon My bars'll manifest in an MC's death If they wanna try test, then they need to recollect And accept there ain't nobody sprayin' 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, it just takes a big step There's no body in my ratio yet Me, I'm on a roll, side blades in the head 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 sicker than vomit, I smell a spliff and I'm on it Or do your bitch wanna bonnet and why? Cause I don't really give two shits if I'm honest I'm just a scumbag from BnB, I don't know what they see in me But now I'm not stoppin' 'til my music's acknowledged