My lyrics are unsavoury, ironic like a paper tree, he's crazily the pinnacle of bravery the white guy controling the black trade like it was slavery, free speech is just that, things you can say for free but society will make sure you pay your fee
I say shit like that twice a day and boy is there a price to pay! Like come on really dude there has to be a nicer way
If this is my swan song might as well make it a long one
I buy a new kit, sign to Bayern Munich, caught between lies and true shit, gonna try a tunic
Bought with Spartan tender, at the brink of defeat I launch my Arsenal like Arsène Wenge, me and you are mortal enemies like Bart and Edna, I'm as cold as the heart of Bender.
The tracks taking shape like a Dodecahedron, my flow wreck a sweet song, I'm ice cold like bro check the heats on
Satan wants my soul, I tell him it'll cost hell, The story of Mathew left a Mark, now my man Luke is kicking it like John Jones and that's gospel, the rap games a hostel, my music more fragrant than anything Hugo Boss sell, your shit leave a bad odour like compost smell
I use coupons to pay dues, lyrically, you can't touch what me and my mates do, Everyone in the Humber area hates you, so cremate your phone if you see the number 01482
Fade to black like Donda, listen, I've made one decision to go on a mission to become as big as Wanda Vision so I can afford better than a Honda, Nissan
Someday I'll be on that J Cole payroll until then, I'm the same old, same old
Straight from the comic pages, Revilo goes nuts like when John Wick rages, I hang with chronic mages, my job is my gin, my tonic's wages.
Fighting me is an uphill battle that's only getting steeper, they play me on rotation like brushes on a street sweeper, as my tactics get cheaper my victories get sweeter, my albums are household essentials like a two seater
Dudes like me blow you up with an A-bomb, my rhymes connect the city like I'm motherfucking Kcom, I'm a Goddamn hero, rolling with no cape on, enticing all the women like catalogs from Avon.
Serial killer killing folks with poetry, when police arrive at the scene they already know it's me, enticing victims by telling them my show is free so they tell their whole family and then they all go to see
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Unreleased 2020 (Jesus in Trouble Era)
Poetry2020 marked my return to writing rhymes after a 2 year hiatus It was a year full of ambition and a lot of preparation for projects that up until now I had no intention of bringing into the light of day. Here's an assortment of projects I worked on...
