John Dough

Forget my name bruv
I'm here to verbally unleash the paper
And what's written it might make your brain hurt
Get ill sniffing the ink write the same verse
Lick up the page taste the flavours
I'm all about twisting shit up sick
Kicking up dust till your mind feels rough quick
Never have I ever been one to be fucked with
Only when I hold the mic when I don't man I run quick
So if I'm not in the booth with a pad
Then I'm grinding out food so bring a zoot and a bag
One day I'll have to hit group instead of the lab
And talk about taking ludes cos my habits are bad
Well my name tag says Jon doe
When really it should say 'get a job bro'
I struggle just to keep the peace while my brain gets to beef
Every single part of me that ain't down to run the beat
So grab me a pad and a pen
When I'm done with this thing I'll kick out the ends
Find me jamming out in the wild fam
Deserted on a beach living life like Tarzan
No commitments no persistence no bills no resistance from a distance
I'm all about dropping off of the map
So when I do that feel free to forget my existence

Forget my name quick
I'm here to unleash bars on the same flick
Think the tracks too hard man I tamed it
Other rappers are deranged when I squish the game like a train hit
I'm bringing back what you need to know
Man heard all that trap and that weezy flow
Lets go back to back on a beat with soul
I'll show how the old school flow is completely dope
But they don't know 'what's the name of this bloke?'
When he's shoving down bars to the back of your throats
Then I reckon you might take a second to locate the record
And throw hate to these individuals
They won't know our name man we're invisible
But up here in my brain we're invincible
Unlikely to change cos I'm typical
So cynical no criminal but see a sick twisted fictual individual
Creature behind the mic you might think i'm mythical
So tight when I write I'm formidable
Unequivocal with every syllable tend to be critical
Blend with despicable tendencies at it again 'cos I'm meant to be
Rocking the mic like a boss with a chain but i'm
Not for the fame so you won't clock the name bruv



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Schober, Max Sweiry
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