Young Shun - Believe It Freestyle lyrics

T. I'm the Darkside G I'm repping the side that's lower E Darkside don, slash, and it's T I'm the Darkside G I'm repping the side that's lower E Darkside don, slash When I grab the steel, I aim hard My aim's marred. They should call me Sergeant Robin Dark T I'll surgically remove blood from your heart If you're in your car, I'll clap the window and knife you in your heart I'm only talking from experience I'm equivalent to a line in this field no lickle man carved Those lickle mens get touched and then parred Those lickle mens get touched and remove themselves and live very far I get touched, I come back with a stainless Or a strap, dependent on who you are and who's got your back Call me Hand of God Cause I use my respect and have you gone T. One phone-call, then your mum's releasing swans One dotty, cab fare, once I'm gone I know her son doesn't think: too headstrong Licked down by pumps; destination: God Head down, then got; his family does nothing but sob Do I feel bad? Rarely Cause man should control their gob More time gob turns to action before gun turns to action Loaded hottie, now your mum's on depressants Your mum's on depressants Birthday comes, she still buys your presents T. She prays from day to day that her son's gone to Heaven Man are not on what I'm on I'll take it to a level where you choosing Hell or God Most man would choose Hell But when I do my ting, I leave them praying to God It depends on God Whether he survives, or the outcome is a corpse With a knife in my paw, I'm one of the coldest discrete savages in North All my favourite colours Cause I love to see blood and I leave man blacked out on the floor I always do my job If he doesn't die, he definitely retires I leave man retired Due to the knife-work in my team that is required I'm not being biased I'm a knife man but I'm around many shooters I'm far from wanted by Trident I get down and dirty; I'm silent but violent I'll hardly speak when it comes to beef I just grab my knife and let my knife do the speech I let my knife do the speech Talk is cheap; I rarely agree to peace I rarely agree with peace I don't speak once my enemy come to the... I confirm, then I wait my turn You had your turn once you confirmed that the beef is on I'm not a smooth-talker, so I don't talk on phone And it's T, and I'm back on the scene