Mr Manage, Infamous Dimez - Gas Mark 10 Snowball Challenge Lyrics

Raw to the core man I’m so cold
Born widda fridge door for my torso
Take a look inside you can see that I smoke
Refrigerate flows when I’m frass-ted
So I stay cold hearted with the bar-age
Mans can’t be understanding my language
Flow in’ on the rhythm like say I’m retarded
The way that we go in ‘ard every nigga wanna ask him
Hold up a sec’
Manage way too cold for the set
I got diamonds ice all froze on my neck
Make a man freeze when I’m holdin’ a Tec
Fire Leng Leng Corn
Pepper seed hole in ya chest
I’ve been away for a minute and a sec’
Manna fresh home but no I never went pen
You see me I’m on it
How could these MC’s sleep on him
Mans out here tryna live a dream donny
Haters are out here tryna scheme on me
Man switched up the ting turn demonic
I will flick out shank dip in eye socket
Man don’t really wanna see what’s poppin’
This year bare MC’s will be droppin’
Jump in the whip like hop in
Stick shift or the tiptronic
Skrr
Skrr skrr pull up on ya set no longy
Shell and make a man pay homage
There’s a set in London I’m on it
DonCity Radio donny
I got the call from Soul
Link Orin
Hit the M5 by West Bromwich
Manna on it now
See manna on it now
Ye
Ye
I’m on the m’ways then I’m on the airwaves
Brum Town now manna London bound
When I get a booking manna like oh yeah
Pay me the p or I won’t go there
Local events and open mics
I generate hype so I’m tryna show there
Manna just show there
Shell then go with the flow there
Go with my bro or I go on my own there
More time manna just already known there
And if I ain’t then manna gonna know breh
I flow cold like the snow breh
Gas Mark 10 don’t touch the stove breh
Gas Mark 10
Fire burn ‘em
Gas Mark 10
Leng Corn
It’s Gas Mark 10
When ya gonna learn
It’s Gas Mark 10
Gas Mark 10
Gas Mark 10
Get it in your head
It’s Gas Mark 10
I raise the bar when I set the levs
Gas Mark 10
It’s Gas Mark 10
I’m the illest
Still lyrically killin’ you beginners
In sick of all of these wannabe spitters
They ain’t gonna see figures
You don’t wanna see me give a nigga
A backhand slap to the face just to make a statement
Manage
I’m sickmade I ain’t had no medication
Cold we ain’t on a play ting
Yo
Move out the way ting
Fire
Leng in your face ting
I’m black-marketed
like I’m black-hearted
Get targeted
Stay hard bodied in the game
Niggas call me caps lock
‘Cause I’m large innit
Typing out bars ‘til it’s morning again
I ain’t on this ting half-hearted my friend
So if I go hard go harder than 10
I go in like 11
10 9 8 7 6 on you niggas
Watch me lyrically flip the script on a nigga
Then I switch cannibalistic eat up the riddim
Yo
See the way they got me feelin’
Got me feelin’ like a villain
Man I kill it with my lyrical skill
I hit ‘em widda little bit of Mr Mr Managements
Now their under my hypnotism
Gas Mark 10
Fire burn ‘em
Gas Mark 10
Leng Corn
It’s Gas Mark 10
When ya gonna learn
It’s Gas Mark 10
Gas Mark 10
Gas Mark 10
Get it in your head
It’s Gas Mark 10
I raise the bar when I set the levs
Gas Mark 10
It’s Gas Mark 10

Raw to the core man I’m so cold
Born widda fridge door for my torso
Take a look inside you can see that I smoke
Refrigerate flows when I’m frass-ted
So I stay cold hearted with the bar-age
Mans can’t be understanding my language
Flow in’ on the rhythm like say I’m retarded
The way that we go in ‘ard every nigga wanna ask him
Hold up a sec’
Manage way too cold for the set
I got diamonds ice all froze on my neck
Make a man freeze when I’m holdin’ a Tec
Fire Leng Leng Corn
Pepper seed hole in ya chest
I’ve been away for a minute and a sec’
Manna fresh home but no I never went pen
You see me I’m on it
How could these MC’s sleep on him
Mans out here tryna live a dream donny
Haters are out here tryna scheme on me
Man switched up the ting turn demonic
I will flick out shank dip in eye socket
Man don’t really wanna see what’s poppin’
This year bare MC’s will be droppin’
Jump in the whip like hop in
Stick shift or the tiptronic
Skrr
Skrr skrr pull up on ya set no longy
Shell and make a man pay homage
There’s a set in London I’m on it
DonCity Radio donny
I got the call from Soul
Link Orin
Hit the M5 by West Bromwich
Manna on it now
See manna on it now
Ye
Ye
I’m on the m’ways then I’m on the airwaves
Brum Town now manna London bound
When I get a booking manna like oh yeah
Pay me the p or I won’t go there
Local events and open mics
I generate hype so I’m tryna show there
Manna just show there
Shell then go with the flow there
Go with my bro or I go on my own there
More time manna just already known there
And if I ain’t then manna gonna know breh
I flow cold like the snow breh
Gas Mark 10 don’t touch the stove breh
Gas Mark 10
Fire burn ‘em
Gas Mark 10
Leng Corn
It’s Gas Mark 10
When ya gonna learn
It’s Gas Mark 10
Gas Mark 10
Gas Mark 10
Get it in your head
It’s Gas Mark 10
I raise the bar when I set the levs
Gas Mark 10
It’s Gas Mark 10
I’m the illest
Still lyrically killin’ you beginners
In sick of all of these wannabe spitters
They ain’t gonna see figures
You don’t wanna see me give a nigga
A backhand slap to the face just to make a statement
Manage
I’m sickmade I ain’t had no medication
Cold we ain’t on a play ting
Yo
Move out the way ting
Fire
Leng in your face ting
I’m black-marketed
like I’m black-hearted
Get targeted
Stay hard bodied in the game
Niggas call me caps lock
‘Cause I’m large innit
Typing out bars ‘til it’s morning again
I ain’t on this ting half-hearted my friend
So if I go hard go harder than 10
I go in like 11
10 9 8 7 6 on you niggas
Watch me lyrically flip the script on a nigga
Then I switch cannibalistic eat up the riddim
Yo
See the way they got me feelin’
Got me feelin’ like a villain
Man I kill it with my lyrical skill
I hit ‘em widda little bit of Mr Mr Managements
Now their under my hypnotism
Gas Mark 10
Fire burn ‘em
Gas Mark 10
Leng Corn
It’s Gas Mark 10
When ya gonna learn
It’s Gas Mark 10
Gas Mark 10
Gas Mark 10
Get it in your head
It’s Gas Mark 10
I raise the bar when I set the levs
Gas Mark 10
It’s Gas Mark 10