2X23
Every line is a permanent
Reminder I'm
Fuck that
Every line is a permanent
Reminder I'm burnin' 'em
I keep findin' myself comin' back each time it's a burden I'm
More defined and determined
I'm next in line
And my skill with rhymes is seismic and pertinent
Lit match to bourbon
With bars like dreadlocks
There ain't no chance you're wearin' a turban
I, spit these punchlines do you get it?
With each of 'em in line I'm with it
Least to say these lames outwitted
No stutterin', I'm comin' up out wit' it
I used to care what I'm gonna say
Now this game I'm in, I'ma dominate
So much heart my words palpitate
Which is hard to do, when it's not in vein
Just give the word and the coordinates
I'll grab the mic and bring an ordinance
I use these rappers as ornaments
There's only one king in this tournament
The skills and steeze? I'm born with it
Your lack of style? I'm bored of it
You need a tailor, I'm suited to this type of shit
You fall short of it
You're 'lax at night I'm nocturnal
You pray for light I'm infernal
A toxic sight when I'm verbal
This plight I reside with is barely a hurdle
I'm in too deep I'm internal
Your mind's expired and curdled
Such weakness I've never heard of
But that kind of bullshit ain't new to me
I just filter it usefully
Pen the paper so beautifully
It's so effortless usually
And I got my own back
So there ain't much you can do for me
Right now I'm uncut, yeah 'till it's time for that new release
Growin' up we weren't poor 'cos the old boy was a work horse
And that's why to this day, hard work's what I stand for
Wore hi-vis since I've been like 19, now it's airports
And red dirt on my fresh timbs, they're AT's, with souls worn
If I decide to fight the tide and re-write the final type it's fine
Nobody gon' ask me why
Do it an I might get moody, let it off like an uzi on a glass of wine
Might just to pass the time
I'm a nice guy with a heart divine
It's a feeling that I can't describe
I spit 3 bars in a half of the time
That it takes you to order a parm an a pint
Only slow down when I'm passin' you by
But these days I'm in a different mode
I can't take it when I piss and moan
So I keep steppin', never losin' worth
Slowed down too much so I moved to Perth
And now I got horns growin' like I'm Lucifer
Reminder I'm
Fuck that
Every line is a permanent
Reminder I'm burnin' 'em
I keep findin' myself comin' back each time it's a burden I'm
More defined and determined
I'm next in line
And my skill with rhymes is seismic and pertinent
Lit match to bourbon
With bars like dreadlocks
There ain't no chance you're wearin' a turban
I, spit these punchlines do you get it?
With each of 'em in line I'm with it
Least to say these lames outwitted
No stutterin', I'm comin' up out wit' it
I used to care what I'm gonna say
Now this game I'm in, I'ma dominate
So much heart my words palpitate
Which is hard to do, when it's not in vein
Just give the word and the coordinates
I'll grab the mic and bring an ordinance
I use these rappers as ornaments
There's only one king in this tournament
The skills and steeze? I'm born with it
Your lack of style? I'm bored of it
You need a tailor, I'm suited to this type of shit
You fall short of it
You're 'lax at night I'm nocturnal
You pray for light I'm infernal
A toxic sight when I'm verbal
This plight I reside with is barely a hurdle
I'm in too deep I'm internal
Your mind's expired and curdled
Such weakness I've never heard of
But that kind of bullshit ain't new to me
I just filter it usefully
Pen the paper so beautifully
It's so effortless usually
And I got my own back
So there ain't much you can do for me
Right now I'm uncut, yeah 'till it's time for that new release
Growin' up we weren't poor 'cos the old boy was a work horse
And that's why to this day, hard work's what I stand for
Wore hi-vis since I've been like 19, now it's airports
And red dirt on my fresh timbs, they're AT's, with souls worn
If I decide to fight the tide and re-write the final type it's fine
Nobody gon' ask me why
Do it an I might get moody, let it off like an uzi on a glass of wine
Might just to pass the time
I'm a nice guy with a heart divine
It's a feeling that I can't describe
I spit 3 bars in a half of the time
That it takes you to order a parm an a pint
Only slow down when I'm passin' you by
But these days I'm in a different mode
I can't take it when I piss and moan
So I keep steppin', never losin' worth
Slowed down too much so I moved to Perth
And now I got horns growin' like I'm Lucifer
Credits
Writer(s): Ezra Yiannis Alexis
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