This one's inspired by MF DOOM's "Change The Beat"
If you can't see my talent, y'all must be short sighted like Mr. Magoo, put your glasses on and you'll get much crisper a view, whisperers knew that they'd been swindled when the whistlers blew, when I spin these lyrics, a twister ensues
Don't you dare say I'm doing my job wrong! I'll find that little prick and flatten his face into an oblong, gotta hand it to him, his gobs strong, only way to take him out is to find his house, pull up front and lob bombs, don't have time for you whack lyricist and your sob songs, I ain't tryna here your petty struggles like having to rob bongs
Don't fuck with the king of the Multi Syllables, you motherfucking chickens are like poultry, killable, onlookers watch in shock as he culls these grillables, leave their heads full of holes because their skulls be drillable, so in full he's iller still, when they see him in the streets, the dull see miracles
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Unpleasant, walking around with guns present, able to stun peasants and cook them like plump pheasants
Various nefarious Sagittarius attacking areas and leaving them a blurry mess
Eight men ate hens in state pens, mate's Benz smashed through your gate fence
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There's plenty left to discuss, they wouldn't want to risk us turning our Meniscus viscous after throwing a discus, it wouldn't heal with swiftness, if he injured it now, it might not be healed in-time for Christmas
A 12 month recovery, if the pain gets too much, don't be scared to smother me and if the others see, shoot them through the flesh that covers knees
Then they'll know the pain, show no refrain when you walk over to them and blow their brains, it's clear the issue is not one that they overcame
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When I think of the joy our laughter brought, it hurts that I'm nothing more to you than an afterthought, but you best not crawl back to me as a last resort because that's embarrassing like your comebacks with the daft retorts
We used to be mates, used to think you were great, thought our friendship was fate, you reeled me in, I took the bait, you strung me along then broke me like a plate, left me on thin ice and took away my skates, saw the pressure I was under and added to the weight, used to idolise you but as of late when I see you, all I feel is hate
You think I'm someone you can pretend to befriend? Resend your friend request, I'll deny it again, I ain't forgiving you for the actions you try and defend
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I'm just a kid reppin' the 01482, hiding secrets about his life in lyrical disguises that no one saw straight through
City titled Kingston, not like Jamaica, only similarity is how much pot ya take there
If you know, you know and if you don't know Google it, then you'll discover I'm from the UK's scruple pit
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Nah man, I could go on all day yo, but I got shit to do man
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Hip-Hop 50th Anniversary Celebration
PoetryHere are a few poems/ raps written in the styles of some of the songs and artists that inspired me to write rhymes! There's even a couple of skits thrown in for comedic relief as well as to appreciate the fine art of skit making on Hip-Hop albums T...
