I'm a o. G you don't know me So free means lonely You don't know me So you don't owe me How can I not talk about fighting Wen it all in my geans In my dna in my testical beans I'm from ulster King's of queens Uvf ira the on the mainstreams Hoodlams in the background on the sceams Dangerous teams Who love the sound of scream It's in my blood it's in my mind its even in dreams Dream of the beam on the stage I could have a voice with this cold heart The mic this inner rage I'm close to the edge End of a chapter starting a new page Impact like a 12 gage Don't touch this beef Stick to the fruit an veg Before ii stock you buck shot you From your garden hage Ready or nt here I come this a pladge Im pushing those rats back into there cage I'mma lose it Don't confuse Cuz ill use it to I smooth it I like to dance but rather grove it I'm from northern Ireland The streets are violent get shot in the blinck of a eye lid Don't be fly kid To be one the best M. C ever born Big shoes to fill