run when i'm grippin' an ice pick
demons are livin' inside him, they're grinnin' and smilin'
see me on the street, better walk to the side
fuck rap, i'll shatter your jaw wit' the mic
cross me and die, i stalk wit' a knife
lacerate flesh 'til i see the raw meat inside
back in the day, you'd get impailed if you lost
either that, or nailed to a cross
rather die a slow death then fail on a song
sneak into heaven to steal the holy grail then i'm gone
if you address me on a beat
you will find yourself, wit' a machete in your spleen
it's hard to impress me wit' the speech
many are intrigued cause nobody is ready for my schemes
seein' me is like seein' yeti in the streets
i'll cut my way out of the belly of the beast ..
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