Stampede Freestyle

Never gonna be the one whos gonna take a back seat Man, please let me run up on it like a stampede At me, nah you don’t want it with the man D, E to the V, L, I to the N Too high tech like silicone valley English and Paddy Still reppin’ Daggy I don’t know how they can think they’re as aggy Well, they might just wish to pretend Let me pick a next flow Like Wu Tangs on the set though You might wanna protect your neck bro ‘Cos every time I’m letting off a lyric I’ll be taking off a head yo Is Devz cold? That’s the silliest question Chilliest mentioned Ever since rhyme came into invention Exit on my entrance All I ever wanted was to prove that I’d body Anybody that I wanted On the mic when I’m on it And I’m never gonna be apologetic if I’m honest I’m a leave more bodies in my wake than Waco Weren’t about the wallet in my pocket I was on it ‘cause I wanted to be cold Not Cako Wasn’t ever many white MCs Now they wanna sound like me, Arrdee or K Koke I was instrumental On taking the piss with instrumentals Friends that know me think I’m mental They’re probably right, but that’s what I’m like Now disappear like the jokers pencil Or you’re in for a very dark night If you like use me as a stencil Now go home and rewrite Why? You ain’t nice You ain’t gonna want this smoke like spice One to the brain, I’ll blow your mind Blood on the carpet Well, nevermind Spat four lines, now the world is alight Sleep on me like the world of a night But they look green like zelda arrived Any time I bring more hell to their life It’s becoming habitual This shit ain’t a lyric It’s a bit of a ritual To make you flip I don’t mean that you’d inform I mean come back to fella that’s in form Making the weather in the storm You can’t be cold when the weather is this warm It all went bright like the glow of a lit torch You woke up like why the hell is my skin scorched? I’ve got the devil on a pitchfork I do not change or skin walk I’m the same old James in the game I talk to a fan the same I talk to an artist No time for that big talk They’re all in love with their image But I can see through the pixels