Come Tru

[Intro]
Large up selector Spooky each and every time
You dun already know what it is
You get me?
Nuttin' but shelling

[Verse 1]
Reload mic, off mic, no sight
Why you here? Get out my sight
Just a likkle fassy gassed off of likkle shite
Stuck in the night tryna find the sun
Get sonned by the pupil for come against I
Likkle dry brudda try come round and hype
Get treat like a good yout in school outside
Get sent out of class as a par? Nah, never
Same flow with a likkle tweak, come better
Sharp like a wetter, wet MCs, I pepper
New era but yet you're still stuck in the old
Cold on mic like life with no soul
Living a dull life residing at home
Wanna ride out chrome, browsing Chrome
[?] shoots in your dome
I evolve, they [?] stop
Spun out the race, now they gotta keep up
Old school days, used to play Heat Up
Young in the summer watching the ends heat up
[?] and my feet keep bunning
No running, I'm out here still plugging
They feel they made it but out here struggling
A likkle buzz won't get me gassed, I ain't a soft ting, you lost it
Short, brown, calm and cool: my synopsis
Spit hot shit, fly around it, smell me
You hear what? You tell me
Could've sensed that a nonsense
I need [?] more clearly
But hear me, it's forward, steps we take, awkward
They get left with hands out, bad [?]
When man was working, you man were stalling
They get left for dead so keep stalking

[Hook]
Man ah come through with the mic, I shoot
Man ah come through with the mic, I
Man ah come forth and they might get shot
Man ah come forth and they might get
Man ah come through with the mic, I shoot
Man ah come through with the mic, I
Man ah come forth and they might get shot
Man ah come forth and they might get
Man ah come through with the mic, I shoot
Man ah come through with the mic, I
Man ah come forth and they might get shot
Man ah come forth and they might get
Man ah come through with the mic, I shoot
Man ah come through with the mic, I
Man ah come forth and they might get shot
Man ah come forth and they might get

[Verse 2]
Man ah come through when I might come through
Man ah come forth and they might get lost
I really ain't inna the hype, that's true
Man ah like spitting and out for the prof
Man ah come through when I might come through
Man ah come forth and they might get lost
I really ain't inna the hype, that's true
Man ah like spitting and out for the prof
Dem man
Way more better than dem man, dem man dere
[?], bench man sitting down
In the corner on Twitter, yeah, dem man, dem man
Dem man, dem man, dem man
Thirsty for fame, yeah, dem man, dem man can
Stay over there with dem man
Tryna blow from a big feature, yeah, dem man, dem man
Dem man touch mic and air any thoughts
Full convo about raves and sports
Man ah get air like a shot came short
Dead like Irene, they out in shorts
Dem man touch mic and air any thoughts
Full convo about raves and sports
Man ah get air like a shot came short
Dead like Irene, they out in shorts
Don't touch mic, go home with your thoughts
Don't give a shit what they are anyway
Couldn't hear a word in your verse anyway
Bare words, no meaning on display
It's OK, just do more and talk less
Maybe you may experience less stress
Some talk up the tings and sound vexed
Then you're caught off-mic and now's your real test
Talk less
Knew more, you choose in your head who's the best
At whoever's impressed
Thanks for the time you invest but you being the best
Ain't a fact, an opinion expressed
Leave him in tears, get left like West
When I write riddim to rest
Rough love like after-argument sex
[?] shit, I'm a pest
Don't pretend, lies that you wrote with your pen
Need to go straight in the bin
Garbage wasting the ting, time wasting the ting
You could be at work, raking it in
But you're here getting air, expecting respect
Can't get that when our art, you neglect
Man are spitting bars for a cheque
See a zero and start ranting on set