Testo Really Cold - Devlin
Testo della canzone Really Cold (Devlin), tratta dall'album A Moving Picture (Deluxe Edition)
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
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Writer(s): Anthony Whiting, Emily Phillips, James Devlin
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