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