The Cold Room - S1-E3

[Intro]
JM double 0 made this one, you know
Madara
Sebz Beats, baby
Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold

[Verse 1: Suspect]
We move in packs like wolf
New ZK, I'm a sharp investor
Ain't got one GCSE, I was in OT, tryna give out a tester
You think I got PTSD from the things I've seen
My mind is messed up
Heart's still clean, new Glock, no beam
Tryna tape that scene, and make man rest up
Shout out my AGB's, real demons
We're the reason that three blocks grievin'
Stepper season, had Suspect creepin'
I'm the reason that his hair's not evеn
I'm a lyrical criminal
When I get physical, keep that talk to a minimal
Truth is man wan' kill 'em all
Lеft man critical, mumzy wishin' for a miracle

[Verse 2: T.Scam]
Who said that Active Gxng is retired?
I came fresh home, and I upped that mileage
I was out for less than a week, tryna tape that street and close man's eyelids
They're on Snapchat, jus' woofin' and hypin'
I'm on Snapchat jus' preein' and spyin'
Sight him, bark him, then go home and light him
Jump out, knife him or lean out, bine him
I'm on the backstreet tryna fly out the back seat
My man ran, and his bredrin said "Back me"
If you lack on a block at night
You might as well stand with a sign that says "Pack me"
I was in the trap with some crack fiends
You was at home with a bad B
Bro got into a madness, we came with a wap
And saved the day, and now he wan' bang me

[Verse 3: Suspect]
Used to hit shots on the pinnacle
Fifteen with the .15 inch, might sound typical
Gotta move digital, everyone's killable, wiggable
A vest can't make you invincible, so protect your hat
Try run away, we will kweff your back, ay
The same place that he got packed
Is the same place that we flex our plaques
Swing this sammy or guns get pressed
I done it with S and S
I done it with Broadday, Hitman, Blitz and Yevz
'Cah anything go for the set
Ever looked at your blade, see blood and flesh? and thought "Shit then, wouldn't wanna be them"
Ever ching man down 'til you got no strength?
Try cut but bro's sayin' "Do him again"
Sayin' "Do him again"
Man done him again, gang-gang put a opp in a coffin again
His mum is a cat, and she knows we beef her son
Bang-bang, got her cuppin' again
Big bands got your girlfriend boppin' again
I caught V1, should've got him again
They say he's bad and he's caught a M
He's gone now, won't be a problem again

[Verse 4: T.Scam]
I used to hit cells off a ridge back
With a flick nank, any cell man hit that
Might be shocked, but I firm that kickback
Sight him, grip that and lurk and hit that
No revives or get back
When the AGs get 'round for the chit-chat
Remember when the hand ting jammed on him?
He skeeted when he heard click-clack
I miss AK, man it hurt when he passed
Talk on him, get left in the past
The first one just shattered the window
The second one nearly done my man's dance
I was on the wing like Mbappe
I wished that I played for France
Instead, I'm on the wing with my hand down the trousers
Something's getting plugged if I'm in this stance
I'm on the strip, givin' cats their fix
Or on lurk with the twin-twin, no Twix
Circle the 5, circle the 6
It's been two hours, can't find these pricks
Now I just find myself in the 1
With the one pop, tryna get man gone
Please don't talk about Cres
We get 'round there, and we score on them man for fun
We pulled up but he wasn't that speedy
Now it's looking like he got his drip from Yeezy
AG's fell off, don't be cheeky
We want more packs 'cah the gang too greedy
Just cooled, took it easy
Jump out the ride, try leave him on TV
Let it spray like graffiti
Done it bait in front of CCTV

[Outro]
Elevate, this mix sounds mad
Ay, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold