How to Bleed a Mic 2
Memory's so treacherous
One moment you're lost in a carnival of delights
With the poignant childhood aromas
The flashing neon of puberty
All that sentimental candy-floss
The next, it leads you somewhere you don't want to go
Somewhere dark and cold
And filled with the damp, ambiguous shapes
of things you'd hoped were forgotten
Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes
Like children, I suppose...
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
For thine is the kingdom
The power, and the glory
Amen
Bird brained ni**. Do your drugs in an airplane.
Still you never ever go fit get higher than this
Fuck your wordplay.
Your words play with the mic.
But ma words slay the mic.
Chale how ya like this?
Since you dey require my shit then be ready for the smell.
Cos it's dynamite, bitch.
I dey raise the alarm cos you dey snooze pass.
Make you never lose guard.
If you dey doubt me then you booze pass Dionysus.
Cos chale I dey nod. Wire tear for ma head.
Rydee ma mind job taya so ego leave
That be why I'm on fire like a liar liar
Ma pants are on a muhfucking bonfire.
Cos this whole beat's tighter than a vault. (Ick!)
E make your body come pass Gillian Boateng.
On the beat I'm like a million soldiers in a battle.
I'm attacking every civilian.
I take rap World Cup but I'm better than Brazilians.
Wey I nodey shy sef.
So ma guy if you figure say your eye red, well it's cool yo.
But chale fuck your wanksta paradigm of a gangsta's paradise.
Sekof me I Dey like bed for studio.
But first, had to take a cue, then go to school.
Boy, I never forget how ma guys vex.
Now I'm truly gold. Apex.
Fuck y'all ni** all about the pay cheque
That's why you stay the opposite of me
Like safe sex.
I'm fly to death. Nine Eleven.
I pray for me like I'm the Reverend.
Since May fourteen, ninety-seven
I've been a psychopath like J. Vorhees.
Ain't even in my prime for heavens sake.
I'm horrible.
Competition, chale here's something for those
inconsolable tears running down your cheeks.
An uncontrollable fear's coming.
I'll rain bars on your choked gutter flow.
Motherfucker!
I dey kae that time for Knight, boys dey crucify me.
I was like "Chai! Maybe I go fit try this and see if ego job."
Well it worked and paid off.
Rydee them ni** all them shock how I've risen.
Ma gun bars to your mind. Listen.
Cos I ain't missing your ass.
The only time that I'm kissing your ass is goodbye.
Then times all ma paddies for Knight pissing me off.
But fuck all your blind dissing.
Get off ma dick.
Cos I ain't listened to nobody but TipDrill cos he was ma family.
Guy, I was like Stewie cos only ma dawg understood me.
Brian Griffin.
I sure you boys all your hate die. But mine isn't.
My mission is to get you all in your crime prison.
As I envision you in hell it's such a fine image.
But my vision is weird sekof this kind schism in peers
fit make your eyes glisten with tears.
You backbite make my spine stiffen.
But chale nobody is perfect.
So I pay attention to myself cos I'm nobody.
And I'm worth it.
Whatever the cost I'm gonna purchase my dream.
It's full of pain. I'm drowning in ma small pool of fame.
Wey I never go surface.
Chale this one is for you. Them break you ma gee.
So them dey figure but you're bigger, ni*** make you no gree.
See you for filter your paddies all.
The fake you go see
If you make them feel high too much them go fit mistake you for weed.
Wey them go smoke your ass.
I just hope your past nobe dark as mine.
Cos chale mine's broken glass.
You guys woke the Taz.
I'm provoked and mad that I cope with that when I hold a pen.
Straight outta Knight House.
Then I be the ni*** who nodey bed after lights out.
If I'm staring at night clouds.
Ma music is quite loud.
Then I'm tryna write sounds to make you tight mouthed.
Make you no gimme your bullshit, I nodey like cows.
Rydee the level I catch edey the ninth cloud.
Now at the Bar, the photos go fill ma iCloud.
Make I holler somebody wey dey supply gowns.
The wig go be bonestraight, ego raise eyebrows.
Cos God never sellout. I put my tithe down.
Now I'm bringing chaos.
It's the time to call for backup with your street credit
Chale cos I'm coming for your juice (Jews)
Like Adolf Hitler!
Haha
Yeah
So ready the Armada chale.
We'll use the old ways.
Stereo 6
If you actually look at the album cover,
you go fit relate to them bars.
Like... Mic... and Law...
You barb?
The contrasting... you know, interests.
That be what the person go get from that cover.
The cover alone go fit illustrate what your content be.
You barb that tin?
Nobe say you go take some fucking Venom
come put the front there then make we...
Make the Venom do what?
Make we...
Like...
I nodey barb, why e be Zombie album or what?
One moment you're lost in a carnival of delights
With the poignant childhood aromas
The flashing neon of puberty
All that sentimental candy-floss
The next, it leads you somewhere you don't want to go
Somewhere dark and cold
And filled with the damp, ambiguous shapes
of things you'd hoped were forgotten
Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes
Like children, I suppose...
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
For thine is the kingdom
The power, and the glory
Amen
Bird brained ni**. Do your drugs in an airplane.
Still you never ever go fit get higher than this
Fuck your wordplay.
Your words play with the mic.
But ma words slay the mic.
Chale how ya like this?
Since you dey require my shit then be ready for the smell.
Cos it's dynamite, bitch.
I dey raise the alarm cos you dey snooze pass.
Make you never lose guard.
If you dey doubt me then you booze pass Dionysus.
Cos chale I dey nod. Wire tear for ma head.
Rydee ma mind job taya so ego leave
That be why I'm on fire like a liar liar
Ma pants are on a muhfucking bonfire.
Cos this whole beat's tighter than a vault. (Ick!)
E make your body come pass Gillian Boateng.
On the beat I'm like a million soldiers in a battle.
I'm attacking every civilian.
I take rap World Cup but I'm better than Brazilians.
Wey I nodey shy sef.
So ma guy if you figure say your eye red, well it's cool yo.
But chale fuck your wanksta paradigm of a gangsta's paradise.
Sekof me I Dey like bed for studio.
But first, had to take a cue, then go to school.
Boy, I never forget how ma guys vex.
Now I'm truly gold. Apex.
Fuck y'all ni** all about the pay cheque
That's why you stay the opposite of me
Like safe sex.
I'm fly to death. Nine Eleven.
I pray for me like I'm the Reverend.
Since May fourteen, ninety-seven
I've been a psychopath like J. Vorhees.
Ain't even in my prime for heavens sake.
I'm horrible.
Competition, chale here's something for those
inconsolable tears running down your cheeks.
An uncontrollable fear's coming.
I'll rain bars on your choked gutter flow.
Motherfucker!
I dey kae that time for Knight, boys dey crucify me.
I was like "Chai! Maybe I go fit try this and see if ego job."
Well it worked and paid off.
Rydee them ni** all them shock how I've risen.
Ma gun bars to your mind. Listen.
Cos I ain't missing your ass.
The only time that I'm kissing your ass is goodbye.
Then times all ma paddies for Knight pissing me off.
But fuck all your blind dissing.
Get off ma dick.
Cos I ain't listened to nobody but TipDrill cos he was ma family.
Guy, I was like Stewie cos only ma dawg understood me.
Brian Griffin.
I sure you boys all your hate die. But mine isn't.
My mission is to get you all in your crime prison.
As I envision you in hell it's such a fine image.
But my vision is weird sekof this kind schism in peers
fit make your eyes glisten with tears.
You backbite make my spine stiffen.
But chale nobody is perfect.
So I pay attention to myself cos I'm nobody.
And I'm worth it.
Whatever the cost I'm gonna purchase my dream.
It's full of pain. I'm drowning in ma small pool of fame.
Wey I never go surface.
Chale this one is for you. Them break you ma gee.
So them dey figure but you're bigger, ni*** make you no gree.
See you for filter your paddies all.
The fake you go see
If you make them feel high too much them go fit mistake you for weed.
Wey them go smoke your ass.
I just hope your past nobe dark as mine.
Cos chale mine's broken glass.
You guys woke the Taz.
I'm provoked and mad that I cope with that when I hold a pen.
Straight outta Knight House.
Then I be the ni*** who nodey bed after lights out.
If I'm staring at night clouds.
Ma music is quite loud.
Then I'm tryna write sounds to make you tight mouthed.
Make you no gimme your bullshit, I nodey like cows.
Rydee the level I catch edey the ninth cloud.
Now at the Bar, the photos go fill ma iCloud.
Make I holler somebody wey dey supply gowns.
The wig go be bonestraight, ego raise eyebrows.
Cos God never sellout. I put my tithe down.
Now I'm bringing chaos.
It's the time to call for backup with your street credit
Chale cos I'm coming for your juice (Jews)
Like Adolf Hitler!
Haha
Yeah
So ready the Armada chale.
We'll use the old ways.
Stereo 6
If you actually look at the album cover,
you go fit relate to them bars.
Like... Mic... and Law...
You barb?
The contrasting... you know, interests.
That be what the person go get from that cover.
The cover alone go fit illustrate what your content be.
You barb that tin?
Nobe say you go take some fucking Venom
come put the front there then make we...
Make the Venom do what?
Make we...
Like...
I nodey barb, why e be Zombie album or what?
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