Take Off

My spirit, my soul, my life, my goals
I ain't back to trade no places
Son I'm back to take what I'm owed
Can't relax, I break the mould
Won't stop writing bars when I'm old
I'll stop writing bars when I'm cold
Six feet deep, down in that hole

My spirit, my soul, my life, my goals
I ain't back to trade no places
Son I'm back to take what I'm owed
Can't relax, I break the mould
Won't stop writing bars when I'm old
I'll stop writing bars when I'm cold
Six feet deep, down in that hole

Bounce on the set like rah
Tekkers with the bar
Respect the art
From the start
Like the craft
Sun brings the warmth
Stars light the path
Earth be the base
Moon guide the heart
Word is the sword
Cuts through the grass
Expose the snakes
Won't let them last
Deep like last breath
Lost in the past
Still got ill skill to kill bars
Real soon I'll be holding awards
To the sky like rah
But in hindsight
Our movements
Been inline from the start
Gotta raise a fam
Hand down the vibes
Hoping the earth will survive
Gotta get wiser
Open your eyes
Yes wider
To many are either
Either under pressure or idle
Won't feel the Kundalini
Rise up their spinal
Rise it up
Rise it up

My spirit, my soul, my life, my goals
I ain't back to trade no places
Son I'm back to take what I'm owed
Can't relax, I break the mould
Won't stop writing bars when I'm old
I'll stop writing bars when I'm cold
Six feet deep, down in that hole

My spirit, my soul, my life, my goals
I ain't back to trade no places
Son I'm back to take what I'm owed
Can't relax, I break the mould
Won't stop writing bars when I'm old
I'll stop writing bars when I'm cold
Six feet deep, down in that hole

Their lost inside
So their lost in their life
It's vital they lighten their mind
Like I light the ital
Blind eyeballs like lies in the bible
I defy rules and then re write them
Upper cut the beat and then recite them
Coz I've got what? A style that's vibrant
That's why I'm rhyming
Entwined with the lines
Like vines when I'm climbing
Twilight vibes when I'm writing
Aligning with time so I shine like diamonds
But before they're cut, that's why I'm rough
So don't give a fuck, live it up like what
Never give up coz I elevate lots
No second rate jots
Got shit locked down
Like crops in a bong
When I'm on one
Never on a long one son
Just become one
Become one
Become one

My spirit, my soul, my life, my goals
I ain't back to trade no places
Son I'm back to take what I'm owed
Can't relax, I break the mould
Won't stop writing bars when I'm old
I'll stop writing bars when I'm cold
Six feet deep, down in that hole

My spirit, my soul, my life, my goals
I ain't back to trade no places
Son I'm back to take what I'm owed
Can't relax, I break the mould
Won't stop writing bars when I'm old
I'll stop writing bars when I'm cold
Six feet deep, down in that hole

I get shelly like crustaceans
While you chill at the bus station
With a spliff that's busted
Oh that's grim, I go overly in
Like nobodies home on my own
In the zone, stoned, rolling a ting
Put me on the spot, Drum n Bass
Hip Hop, I'll do anything
Fucking with a king in the ring
If you wanna place a bet
I'll certainly win, no bling
I bring the soul from within
That's me not him
In the spot light chilling
Fulfilling my top mission
Fill the cup to the top
Till it's spilling coz
That's how I know that I'm winning
Na I ain't sinning
Giving what I got
Not living life in a box
Hit hard like a rock in a sock
Get knocked on the spot
Like what
Couldn't give a fuck about
The word gwap
Buy yeah I make lots
Most man ain't got what it take
To recoup their costs
In more than one way
It's a straight up loss
Paving the way
Like a straight up boss
With a flow this fly
I'm bound to take off
With a flow this fly
I'm bound to take off

My spirit, my soul, my life, my goals
I ain't back to trade no places
Son I'm back to take what I'm owed
Can't relax, I break the mould
Won't stop writing bars when I'm old
I'll stop writing bars when I'm cold
Six feet deep, down in that hole

My spirit, my soul, my life, my goals
I ain't back to trade no places
Son I'm back to take what I'm owed
Can't relax, I break the mould
Won't stop writing bars when I'm old
I'll stop writing bars when I'm cold
Six feet deep, down in that hole



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Gerrard Whitehead, Joseph Oliver Corfield
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