try and listen up, everybody quiet in the front
automatic violence will erupt
I can take a bottle of Corona, combine it with your blood
and somehow you'll end up with a virus in your lungs
put a knife into your guts
Tequila got me thinking I can lift up a bison when I'm drunk
escaped Hell vigorously climbing up the rungs
brought enough heat able to turn Poseidon into dust
I'm the man, little bit of tiger in my blood
I'm the champ, similar to Tyson with a punch
kind of like a diamond in the rough
but I turn things to shit, the opposite of Midas with the touch
Edd Bundy:
otherwise, I'm known as a pyro with the flux
every verse I pen the biro is ignited into dust
then I breathe, guess that's why this fires in my gut
set the track ablaze, flow like ghost rider with a grudge
but still I know that I've been riding on my luck
like clover decal signage on the tires of a truck
I'm just waiting for my time to expire and it sucks
trying to build this empire so I retire with some bucks
sometimes it's like rhyming is a crux
on the other side, I feel like writing is a crutch
'til I leave, I'ma be supplying you with just
what's required you don't like it really I don't give a fuck
Sadida:
if you want the power turn you into a ghost
hit you with flows that are written in stone
and when the god speaks all biblical quotes
got more lines than you can sniff up your nose
only a warning my mind twisted and cold
my mouth a cannon when I spit it explodes
beware the shrapnel will rip through your clothes
taking aim at whoever sits at the throne
a marksman on target, no missing your dome
or "Professional" as Leon slitting your throat
the kid is no joke, I'm killing them slow
now getting all blown like a pistol with smoke
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