Death Note

My rhyme pad is my Death Note
My manifesto
Swipe at them, let's go
Why? Because I said so
I don't do this for
The bread, dough
Checks, or a Benzo
Do it so my head copes

My rhyme pad is my Death Note
My manifesto
Swipe at them, let's go
Why? Because I said so
I don't do this for
The bread, dough
Checks, or a Benzo
Do it so my head copes
Step to the next show
On stage, with the best flow
I was born for this
From the get-go
Shine with a fresh glow
Tightly connect dope
Kill mics, write like
Light with a Death Note

Top-notch, not mistaken
Often faded
Blunt to the face
It's a must I blaze it
I ain't here to play games
like Operation
Doctor, patient
My gift my curse
I'm godforsaken
Not for Satan
Lots of naked sluts
Chocolate, Asian
Yeah, I got temptation
Tounge's a tasting
Lungs amazing
Coughing, wasted but
Head noise, got lots invading
Monster, spaceships
Out of this world
I'm lost misplaced in
My own dome, stuck in a rut
For fucking ages
Leave 'em shocked and shaking
Cut from the same
Cloth of greatness
Dr. Dre is
Sometimes, I can't take this shit
Guess I'm constipated
I love and hate it
Some day I'll tell Mum
I made it
And I cannot fake it
My dream's on the run
So I gun and chase it
Take a breather
Ain't no way you beat us
Can't defeat us
We the faster creatures
Past elite, just
Too far to reach us
On par with cheetahs
I laugh and eat you guys
I'm God-sent
Go and ask the preachers
What you think I write on
When I need a spark?
Killer like a python
When I speak my heart
Craft evil, Knievel
At my peak, at last
Pen and pad my therapy
Like a piece of art

My rhyme pad is my Death Note
My manifesto
Swipe at them, let's go
Why? Because I said so
I don't do this for
The bread, dough
Checks, or a Benzo
Do it so my head copes
Step to the next show
On stage, with the best flow
I was born for this
From the get-go
Shine with a fresh glow
Tightly connect dope
Kill mics, write like
Light with a Death Note

Long kiss goodnight
Brother, I'm writing death notes
I've been spitting petrol
Since an adolescent
Let's go
I don't need to get dough
I just need to vent bro
Because ever since I said my truth
I hear my story get cloned
Yeah, fuck
So what you said, bro?
I'm doing 90 in a 40-zone
Looking for fucking dead blokes
Mind's crazy
It's been harder to
Write a rhyme lately
I just think back on my past
And how I'm hurting my lady
Damn, there ain't no talking it out
I came to kill shit
They ridiculed my formula how?
So, now
There ain't talking it out
It's on-site with these pussies
Steady talking me down
Yeah I've been stalking the town
Trying to get back to my rightful place
The throne is mine
Fuck this city
And it's spiteful ways
Lightning came and struck twice
Created fire, that's how I was made
Now I'm in Hell
Plotting on my escape
Hah, fuckhead

My rhyme pad is my Death Note
My manifesto
Swipe at them, let's go
Why? Because I said so
I don't do this for
The bread, dough
Checks, or a Benzo
Do it so my head copes
Step to the next show
On stage, with the best flow
I was born for this
From the get-go
Shine with a fresh glow
Tightly connect dope
Kill mics, write like
Light with a Death Note



Credits
Writer(s): Kane Bridewell, Zach Byrne
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