Asylum Freestyle (feat. MagnumOneFive)
System killer
Distort the mind with liquor
I'll separate the whole scene in front
My sanity then my liver
If that ain't enough
I'll find a route that ain't nice but it's way quicker
He laughs at me but I'll show the man that's standing in that mirror
I ain't got no Quentin Miller
Aubrey Graham, penman, spitter
If you mix it all in one you'll get this rapper, MC, driller
That's combos on the combos, don't think that, then you're wrong bro
You ain't got no idea
You're a no one You're a John Doe
So
Shut your mouth
You ain't got no word count left
We've heard enough of your shit opinions posted on the net
Yeah them man there twittering
Cos they're anxious bout that image ting
But when they see me in real life they'll stick to social distancing
Cah they're way too scared
Flinch? They damn near bled
Man don't wanna hear no ifs and buts
I'll butt a man with my head
I'll stick a man with that instrument that I use to butter bread
I'm way too quick they're accusing man of using fucking PED's
And now I'm
Ask your kid about me, mate
Ask him if he knows my bars
Cause they knowing my bars
Your kids know my bars
So, if your kids can learn my bars
Why can't I perform?
Active
But I'm not OT
Still hang around with badman like Johnnie, Ham, and OMNIII
Was on a job with OB
Six hours, now he knows me
I spot when someone's phony
Eyes shifty, mine stoney
I'll call it out
In a room of bystanders
Most aren't meeting my standards
I come from the mountains, the purple thistle Highlanders
We're a little bit different
We're a little bit unique
If I fall, I land on two feet
Want a life of tours and groupies
And that ain't too much to ask, is it?
Cah I'm mental with it
Can't price the work I make, can't price the art that I exhibit
Spray that, finish
If it don't bang then bin it
But if I hear one cillit bang
Then save that take and clip it
Take and give it
Don't fuck with others business
Don't care at all if I'm honest
Cos caring is a sickness
Don't get none from it
I could bet my prospects on it
And I have
Cah the bags of profit
Won't stuff themselves, I promise
Distort the mind with liquor
I'll separate the whole scene in front
My sanity then my liver
If that ain't enough
I'll find a route that ain't nice but it's way quicker
He laughs at me but I'll show the man that's standing in that mirror
I ain't got no Quentin Miller
Aubrey Graham, penman, spitter
If you mix it all in one you'll get this rapper, MC, driller
That's combos on the combos, don't think that, then you're wrong bro
You ain't got no idea
You're a no one You're a John Doe
So
Shut your mouth
You ain't got no word count left
We've heard enough of your shit opinions posted on the net
Yeah them man there twittering
Cos they're anxious bout that image ting
But when they see me in real life they'll stick to social distancing
Cah they're way too scared
Flinch? They damn near bled
Man don't wanna hear no ifs and buts
I'll butt a man with my head
I'll stick a man with that instrument that I use to butter bread
I'm way too quick they're accusing man of using fucking PED's
And now I'm
Ask your kid about me, mate
Ask him if he knows my bars
Cause they knowing my bars
Your kids know my bars
So, if your kids can learn my bars
Why can't I perform?
Active
But I'm not OT
Still hang around with badman like Johnnie, Ham, and OMNIII
Was on a job with OB
Six hours, now he knows me
I spot when someone's phony
Eyes shifty, mine stoney
I'll call it out
In a room of bystanders
Most aren't meeting my standards
I come from the mountains, the purple thistle Highlanders
We're a little bit different
We're a little bit unique
If I fall, I land on two feet
Want a life of tours and groupies
And that ain't too much to ask, is it?
Cah I'm mental with it
Can't price the work I make, can't price the art that I exhibit
Spray that, finish
If it don't bang then bin it
But if I hear one cillit bang
Then save that take and clip it
Take and give it
Don't fuck with others business
Don't care at all if I'm honest
Cos caring is a sickness
Don't get none from it
I could bet my prospects on it
And I have
Cah the bags of profit
Won't stuff themselves, I promise
Credits
Writer(s): Josh Mcinally, Obada Baghdadi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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Other Album Tracks
- A River Dies of Thirst (Intro)
- Faded (feat. Rachel Philipp)
- Flood (feat. AMB)
- MAKE IT HURT (feat. MYTH BOY, OMNIII & 3eight)
- We Arrived Too Late, Pt. 1
- SOL (feat. Oğuzhan Özkılıç)
- Asylum Freestyle (feat. MagnumOneFive)
- 2DOOR (feat. OMNIII & MYTH BOY)
- Missed Call (feat. 3eight & MYTH BOY)
- We Arrived Too Late, Pt. 2
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