I'm on a fuck everyone vibe
Less like group sex
More like genocide
I'm tired of being pushed aside
To a society that I will never stand behind
I've tried and tried
Time and time again I clock that it's a lie
I've burned inside for longer than my eyes deny
I've planned a life you can never take my sight
I'm paralysed from my mind up to the sky
The right can burn alive I'm wrong and dead tonight
I reach the set and switch the lights
I'm not your guy I'll kill your vibe
If I can die prove it
I'm not alright move it
Get lost inside the world you made
I've spent my time to lay your grave
I'm wide awake you are a snake
If peter piper picked a cunt and saw your face
Decision made almost instantly
You belittle me silly g
Categorically nifty with words wizardry
Work with wit you see
History tells me I'm on a path
That is legendary heavenly blessed
And yet I'm dealing with this fuckery
Trust is hard to earn
Where I grow is on a mucky beach
A leech just looked perplex
And seemed to know what's on my mind
Too deep
I'm seeking a reason to leave
Sleep like I need it to be
Functioning properly
Leave the function and drop the sneaks
Have my lunch maybe have my tea
Doesn't matter what time it beeps
I'm a ghost my body's just a host
To the spirit that I quote
When I'm floating in my zone
This is levels overgrown
Still waiting for my throne
Or am I sitting on it
Being honest off to stop it
Fly like rocket
In my pocket
If time is money there's lots of it
You can't block it
My team is in the building
Only purpose here is making profit
I'm a prophet
Lockets on top of stages
Too hot for TV I'm showing ages
Flowing crazy
Not insane but close to Godliness with rhymes
As if I took the pen and started making babies
Feel free to humble me
I can be your best friend or your worst nightmare
If you fuck with me
Pray you see me on a good day
Pray I see you in the best way
I've got a lot to say so closing my lips
Is not today
Maybe never the weather is stormy
All these artists do is just bore me
Poor me pour me another
I've lost so many brothers
It might be
The last time I trust
I ride by then dumb
All my anger on the side by the truck
When they asked if I gave a fuck
I said 'Why would I try my luck?'
My patience is razor clutch
Cut throat as close as the bumps
Left you in the nearest slump
Of bodies I piled them up
Link shorty and grab the pump
I'm done with you stupid cunts
But why would I ever stop
I'm Fighting my demons off
I've got a mean swing with the glove
I don't think what I'm not
So don't ask me
Past deep
A million degrees of heat
And that was on the storm one
Fuck it bro the pork's done
It's gotta be
Also I've gotta be at least top ten spitters
From South East London
When I've got a beat
You're gonna have to bring the sea
To stop the scorching heat
I left for you on this fine day
With a big old mouth and a shit tonne to say
I will spray what I spray
The crossfire got caught in your way
Microphone killer with a villain on the way
To come get ripped dumb shit
I'm counting this as my smash hit
Until rewind is a classic