Code 9 VIP Freestyle

Lyrics

[Verse] Can't say nuttin' to the boy, I'm brrrr Run up on your set, make everybody wanna cower Them man are gassed off of diesel and sour Roll 'em like paper, spit in it, blunt I'll blaze your big head, no chippendale monk Coming straight from the top of the MC hour Devil in this ting, I'ma show a man power Man wanna rally, take note from the counter Steal a man's career like note from the counter Energy over nine thousand, a scouter Man shut down the comp, closing the browser Over and out, better know what I'm out to do Send shots on the sly? Then I'm out for you Send shots at your frame or rounds at a few Round up a few, Shaolin moves Fly kick a man's face on my Asics shoe, so What you gonna do-do? Run up on a man And make a likkle man doo doo, two bang, doo doo Scrub off your face like African doo doo Dem man are cheeky when a man's just cuckoo Man wanna send for the boy but I'm immune Move in the shadows, coming like the real illu They're the man that make your bruddas wanna do a tribute Man wanna bitch about the tings that they've been through Me, I couldn't care, go and crawl in a hole You're a, peasant, I'm a king, we have alternate roads From back-a-day, know I had bricks on the toes Young boy from the south side, wicked man FOE '09 times was a problem for man '015, still a problem for man Wanna bread for the fame? I ain't following that Grab mic straight and I hollow tip that So, you know what I'm onto Creep on a man like ghost at the opera Bigging up your chest? Better know all that posture Catch man slipping, sipping mocha in Costa Said he got a dagger in the pouch, I look around All I see is mascara, lipstick and bronzer Same way you still wanna front like you're on stuff Lift up your skirt, we can see you ain't got none Pussyhole, grow some Stop putting bass on your voice, you're a grown-up How you gonna provide for the fam with a reload? Looking up at the DJ's boat like he owes ya Man wanna beg it like they're Oliver Twist I just flame on the mic, turn these cunts to a crisp Turn the whole flipping city to a Necropolis I go in, showering down is no thing Man are tryna block me and stop me from going in Catch another body, a sucker will get spinned Right round, you already know what it is Shouldn't have to spell it, got pepper on the riddim Now everybody's tense when a man comes out Man'll get [?] Then wanna talk about AKs in your pouch How you gonna fit an AK in your pouch? Blud, you better know that the bits ain't on I don't wanna hear songs with gunshots and bombs Man are giving off a different vibe and it's wrong You don't get a medal for that, not even a bronze So you better know when it all goes off Jump on the mic and it all goes off Looking at your boys and they're all so soft Think you can stand up and then roll with Rocks? See, man really know who it is, Rocks Man can't cope with the kid, yeah