Lyrics

Why would I scream 'fore' When I can talk sense into you and beat you the 'fair way' I can 'pitch and putt' my point across on the airwaves I could beat you in the open Or on a Sunday afternoon straight after the Lord's Prayer And that's not even a wrestling pun (Nah) I'm not aiming to be done until they all stare Quickly swallow that 'E' until I'm in an all star game If only I didn't have that poor start, when I was piss poor Coz when I started to spit it would quickly piss down and pour rain I would rather forfeit fame, than go through that game again If you were to walk in my shoes I don't think you'd have much to say That's where I think different That's where Brinkworth says (Listen) I've got the type of mentality that could even shut Michael Jordan down Like the '89 Pistons (Woo) I'd dunk on you fuckers and call you a poor excuse Of a lyricist, It's like I'm Kel and the pen is my orange juice Or is that orange soda for the older viewers Sod it, I'll just live down another mistake Like when I let my life sink down in the sewers Fuck it, I'll never figure out how big I could have been If I figured out how to treat certain figures in the scene They'd rather just point fingers aimed at me, instead of interfering It could have all been intervened Forget it listen here Even if we went out in a blaze of glory, you still couldn't steal my ear Still couldn't steal my dignity When I said Im gonna kill em ya know, I meant it literally In a literal sense and with a literacy When i'm writing a rhyme it's like an epitaph Better laugh when im bringing meta to severe enemies second half Credit that to somebody else Cuz i never get caught red handed, i planned it A mantis, preying on an ant and I've landed (Yeah) I do not think that they ready yet Get ready set, No don't you dare I get the feeling that most of these rappers they feeling are way unprepared There's just no way they compare Even at my age no way that its fair You get no points out here winning a race against those who severely impaired Why the fuck aint we there? Living how them other rappers living up in isolation Streaming like they haven't got a care?!? Instead Find im living how im always fucking living Depressed In isolation feeling aint nobody care (Yeah) Life aint never fair but you fare better when you gain control of your affairs When it's fair weather you gon' notice everybody there So make a note of folk who there when there's rain in the air Cuzzzzzzz Cuz that's when you'll notice if they really got your back Cuz most of the time you will find its the ones that surround you That hold you back Now I grown to notice that When you unnoticed there's no time to phone you back Maintain your focus and cut off the waste in fact They be the ones who now pissed I aint wrote em back Listen Cuz they dont understand what it's like living life down here down here Well fuck off Ya phone calls cutoff Your whole crew gon soft Everybody's tripping as i climb on top of The whole scene lock' off See me Im Sir Alex with my verse I'll embarrass you with words Those who sat upon their perch Guaranteed get knock' off Dangerous Yeah that's what they gon label us So deft, like Mata when I take a touch Whilst they left like Lukaku as a waste of Shhhhhhhhhhh Look, words into something that could turn into something All we needs a little faith in us I said the waiting is over We Hate Being Sober, it's you who gon be chasing us (Uh) Dangerous Change is coming and it's difficult obtaining justice The evidence sits right there They aint see it Like an elephant sitting in the corner of the room Like a television You couldn't get this far Nah your metal detector cant detect this bar And its gold and totally non reactive To the bullshit coming out their jaws that's flapping I never wanna be solo again Do it with no hands like solo again No i never wanna be so low that i gotta watch my moves like go pro again Let it go to the end cuz my flows so heavy that it don't stop coming Like i opened a vein Never choking again until i choke you outside in the rain Let the evidence float down the drain Like pennywise I'm not clowning i done this many times And i'm not drowning Beginning a steady rise Up to the top of the game Like snakes and ladders i avoid the fake ones I'm already climbing Now im on to a winner See a fake bitch on to me and then I chin her Off quick Get a drop kick and tell me How does it feel to get beat by a little goth bitch
Writer(s): Mark Naylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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