my bars are miniature sized rockets
aimed at your head, intended to blind optics
i am psychotic wit’ rhyme topics
leave you in the dirt, wit’ worms comin’ out of your eye sockets
you are damned wit’ the rest
the time has come for you to dance wit’ the dead
learn the words and get a chance to impress
my jaw opens wide then it clamps on your neck
if you ever decide to steal from my castle
you will become another meal for the jackal
better kneel to the gravel
the moment you see my impenetrable shield during battle
known for a tight flow, most of you might know
steppin' to me, there's no hope for survival
i hope that you die slow
then i wonder why i'm always being told i'm a psycho
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024