Tekst piosenki
Verse 1: Android Nugam
Faded with a laptop and Wi-Fi, return of the lyric Jedi
Call me Steve- a real guy’s guy- but I can’t c any competition- even in my mind’s eye-
It’s a wonder how super woman is just gonna fly by
And watch patiently as I copulate with the world dry
Why, am I doing this?
Spitting with such fluentness into kids brain, as I influenced him to become a goat one day and maybe ruin, his own life playing truant in it
Damn, you understand what’s happening innit?
Speaking like I’m British- I’m griming, my rap talents diminished
I’m in it to win it. Unless it’s my mind coz that’s fucked like we did it
My life suits season 3, the scripts fuckin flipped
And I’m the underrated hero: all hail the one manned team Litt!
Only difference is life’s Harvey and I reduce it to ashes in the midst of the barmy army
Verse2
Word to my colonialists
I’m going Cecil Rhodes on this
As I pave highways and poems on this. Black asphalt rap
Re flipped like a java script
While I put this Tim Horton’s Double-Double to my lips
Double cupped ice caps that I’m popping in your noggin
As I screw the world, screw monogamy. Generally speaking, do u roger me?
I met the immovable object but it ain’t stopping me
Obviously, higher than a Heisenberg poppy seed
This lime Smirnoff in me. All I want is girls to get lower than the age of majority
Young broke black kid, rap is my only option- see?
That life is a scenario and this is just my view of it
Tryna paint a picture see if someone could make use of it
Fruits of the labour of my mind: could you deduce from it
That any career other than rap would just be ludicrous
Verse 3
Listening to old school beats to craft my newest spits
Call me Ludwig van Gogh painting pictures with music bitch
The school of rap, I’m the valedictorian student kids
All wanna be me, lemme show em how I do this shit
Open up Ur mind up to yourself. Remove all indoctrination
I would know that’s my area specialisation
There is no brain in my head I swear u can hear these thoughts reverberating
Trying to get out and see the light of day I feel their mental aching
Cerebral jail breaking
No longer sense making
Only baby minds. That’s fucked up brains being raised
Mental patients being praised by the world in L.A. what I say? saints
Komentarze (0)