Nitrous Oxide (Cover)

Ayy, stand clear, iron in the pulse, no fear, Man step sharp when the smoke appear. Backstreet born, I was graftin’ early, Learned quick that the world turn dirty. Never had luck, just skill and fury, Bars cut clean like blade through jury. Talk real pain, no cap, no story, Bloodline pure, that’s war and glory. I don’t beg friend, I don’t beg clout, Earned mine raw with the flame poured out. Whole block loud when I bark that sound, Bassline quake make the floor go down. Every set I shell, that’s pressure on deck, Heart in the mic, that’s cheque on cheque. No rest when the sirens call, Still rise from the dust of the council wall. Every bar’s brick in a legacy hall, From the pain of the block to the height I saw. Steel heart, iron tone, Man get gas when the crowd get blown. Run that beat, no leash, no throne, Still bare smoke from a zone unknown. Steel heart, iron tone, Man get gas when the crowd get blown. Run that beat, no leash, no throne, Still bare smoke from a zone unknown. I was low-key livin’ in the cold east rain, Brain full heat like the road’s my vein. Still got scars from the times I trained, Every loss fed fuel to the flame I gained. Talk pace, none match my meter, Breathe one bar and I bend your speaker. Wordsmith art, my craft gets deeper, Grind don't sleep, it just dream cheaper. Man move slick, that stealth on chrome, Voice of the ends, I built my home. Never been soft, never bent that tone, Every rhyme’s blade in a flesh-made poem. No rest when the sirens call, Still rise from the dust of the council wall. Every bar’s brick in a legacy hall, From the pain of the block to the height I saw. Steel heart, iron tone, Man get gas when the crowd get blown. Run that beat, no leash, no throne, Still bare smoke from a zone unknown. Yeah, iron pulse, still drummin’ inside, If the world don’t bend, then the man must stride.