VERSE 1:
i got the passion of Christ, so pass the mic, n watch me pass the time,
you wont make it past tonight, you aint gonna catch a bly,
the bastard type sacrifice your life ino the after life,
then i bring you back to life, just to make it happen twice
i rip a battle rappers Adams apple out his neck
jack a rappers beat tear the beat out his chest
im a whole heap a stress im a beast in the flesh
ya seeking redemption as i sequence ya death
what i speak just reflects what i see on the regs
releasing the stress that's berried deep in ma chest
rest in peace to ever rapper that believes there the best
because your album couldn't fuck wit my frees off the head
you aint a bit dark, on ma dick hard, tryna kiss arse
now im that im tipped to be a big star
i spit bars, an im exactly what these pricks aren't
behind the spit guard, i joy ride the beat like a nicked cars
VERSE 2:
iv been underground like a minor ever since a minor
took dis game serious its never bin a minor ting
sirens ring out, that's the vibe i bring
so bow n kiss the ring now that im the king
i didn't have a penny jus a pack a twenty and a bag of smelly
now im living life like the white Barratelli
hope you lads a ready, man a weary cos my manner scary
man a lairy, and the gyal dem look like Hallie Berry
now that rapping's fashion, man a gassin
the aggie bastard leave you chi chi faggots flabbergasted
drain the fluid out ya body in my bath im laughing
hack a rapper up n leave them rotting in a vat of acid
think they ghetto just because they been Netto
in fact the only bricks they've ever even seen is Lego
either the beef is settled or i reach for the metal
an lead ma rebels into war sent to meet the devil
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