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lyrics
Man I say yeah yeah like Soss
Dropping hot shit till body turn out to bust
Mother fuckers go sleep
You don’t want no war with us (x2)
Your whole team are mic chokers me am high focus
You man are posers lacking substance hocus pocus
Obadiah’s cold now they notice
Tuberculosis slap you with your loafers
You aren’t ill like cystic fibrosis, bunch of cockroaches getting step on
Leave you with a sour face lemon for claiming that you’re a don like Teflon
Top boy you aren’t that kid like split prophet please stop it
Fuck jumping off a bridge I swear down you getting pushed off it
Same old shit when you rapping find a new topic
You man bore me to sleep so I skip, I don’t care who’s on it
Unless you getting Proof on it so I guess that I never will
You must be dreaming kid like me meditating on Tibetan hills
I’m listening to forest hill cruising on a one way
I’m in polo not a Honda I’ll be gone till it’s Monday
Fake it till you make it what some say rags to riches like Kanye
Your whole team is wack I guess you got to live with that
Or go better your selves I fuck the beat like am beating a milf
You man are clumsy spilling milk whiles your billing a spliff
I play your tracks to my homies like listen to this
You man are shit facts no figure of speech
What you call your wifey, she’ll be flicking her wrist to next man
But i guess that is none of my bizz , food for thought no chicken and chips
I break you down like am eating a Twix
I write rhymes whiles I’m taking a shit
You man suck like dobby init pussy boy best know your limit
Or get slap with a pint of Guinness piss like your sipping spirits
Man I say yeah yeah like Soss
Dropping hot shit till body turn out to bust
Mother fuckers go sleep
You don’t want no war with us (x2)
I’m sick of fronting like all these spitters are gunsmiths
Just leave that to the ones who’s really got a gun grip
If you’re really real, believe you’re a dumb snitch
If you aren’t really dealing, why you speaking all that drug shit?
You want probation and scratches on your record; think that validates you as a gangster?
I don’t reckon, do you understand yourself or even have any perspective?
I never measure a man on his carrots in his necklace
Snap under the pressure I’m adding to your neck cuz I’m Hannibal lecter rapping
I’ll have you for breakfast snacks kid
Treat that brain like a delicacy, feed fans to feedback the many give me
You can consume it all in a human portions, food for thought even an anarocksick would eat
I chef it up like I gave Nigella the D, I’m the missing ingredient
The recipe is rest in peace, rest in pieces
Crawled out the litter bin swigging and sipping gin
Your girls got a big fat ass and want me to dip it in
Old school with the message shit I send a pigeon in
That’s air mail like chicks on first dates that aren’t giving in
Be a cunt to me and I’m mirroring, I’m hungry like I’m a stick n thin
Bones pop out the chest like a mortal combat finish him
Skellator the ectomorph, the picture sets an image in.
I hit you with double entendre and troubled synonyms
Ugh. We only live once no need to be pissed off
Aren’t got the time no wrist watch, Like Madeleine man this kids lost
Like Amir Khan I got that quick cross
Used to blaze spliff lots
I don't smoke bud no more but I still love my hip-hop
Suffering from vertigo like Alfred Hitchcock
I can’t switch off see me snorting charley with sloth
Having partys on Plym rock this is my pit stop like
Bitch what.
credits
from Baptism Beneath Monsoon,
released April 30, 2018
Track Produced by DaMaven
Mixed & Mastered by James Tsoi
