Shot City Freestyle

Shot City, D-V-Z, OutTakers Big up Shotter [Verse 1] I'm the grimiest spitter than you've ever seen Flourishing whatever the season so say that i'm forever green OT, a heavy team and the Movement too stay the better than who's the crew We can arrange a date, I kill your whole career in one statement Arrange your fate, I raise the stakes And blaze the papes so play your place Break in your place and I'll take your weight and (??) Won't hear me chatting shit i'm on straight lyricism, my bars are destructive So I don't care how long you've been here and what you've accomplished You look lost like you're in the woods with no pumpers hunting Prey I don't bury ya, now you're the prey i'm the predator You can spit whatever you want i'll still bury ya See me on my hustle on the courts all day like Federa Wanna say that your an opponent then know that you leave doors open For Devilz to murk you, i'm Destiny's Child but not Kelly Rowland Everything i'm selling is stolen And nower days, MC's chat so much shit that I think silence is golden Apart from when Devilz is spitting, i'm gripping the mic in a tight lock til their submitting Here I'm hitting the nail on the head, can't run like you got let down by your legs Everyday there's a thousand arrests Your man hung around with the feds and tell them when a shotter invents But i'd never spit information, no matter the situation You and the feds have got a friendship like me and the mic I check my boys on road while you're chilling at the station Me and Shotz, some grimey individuals Smooth criminals when I'm spitting out the lyricals I bring my bars to life so you can touch them in the visible And realise that life full of ridicule Me and Shotz on the cold blocks So what if he shot rocks Spit fire like a bullet when the Glock pops I won't stop til the day I pull up in a drop top With a couple of the lads and a couple of zutes, a couple of slags More than a couple of grand in black bags I'm talking major figures, if you form an orderly line and keep them coming And one by one I will happily keep on blazing spitters This ain't a test of me, when my backs on the wall you'll see the best of me Making heads turn like the century