ORIFICE VULGATRON Yeah I'm equipped for the war Equipped like enemy soldiers on tour I did it, try spit it like this n get tor I did it, try kick it with piz n get bore raw i come with that food brain shit even ya gyal be like zoop when i say shit come to ya bits like oi you gime gimme gimme pack a black bally like crooks n look bait i get cold like siberia, ice when I par he went down like titanic like that guys panic, you see your team banged out like strikes with a mallet Sweat drippin out from every damn facet, left him like cabbage, life filled with maggots, mind all washed out like the eyes on a crack head the tracks spreadin fear of the day like pandemic, Pav said it, rapper find my style epic, you get cornerd n holed up, folded or rolled up, I bowl up the o, jack ya phone from ya own cuff it's no love, ya goal like the mould on a old muff, my cold crush, chop up an bag you like cold cuts Cos that's what it is ouut here, You could get shif for ya quids out here, I aint really trin a kick it out here, but thats how we do cos we're livin out here
CHORUS It gets cold in the L thats why some of us holdin a L whether you're on road or holed in a cell stand up whatch your back, or watch your soul bail It gets cold in the L thats why some of us holdin a L whether you're on road or holed in a cell stand up whatch your back, or watch your soul sail METROPOLIS I'm a beast with the speech, i speak in a manner that'll leak heat when its unleashed off the sheets where brothers stay hungry aint feed for a week so they reach for the heat , thats a breach of the peace In E8 i see enough fiends catch a deep fate fam left to greive with a wake as a keep sake youts stay hazed in a weed state, blazing the leef straight caught up in the beef that the streets shape i'm on the 149 with bars on the mind sat with four bums swiggin' hard on the wine in a manor where drug tzars got their clasp ont he crime and they got us all marching the line like lemmings recognise these aint no lies i'm pennin lifes like hell in the L you know what you gotta act like when in moretime its grime but if a bwoy wanna try go for mine i'm bennin' watch where i'm steppin' but if its a sendin' then i'll be ringing on bells like choir boys at a wedding around these parts a lotta bloods been sheddin many scuffs met an ending with a cut through the denim and armageddon awaits where were heading, gunshots ringing through the night and beheadings your little youts about with his bredrens just out for a messin he'll be gone if somebody don't tell him