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The Inglorious Poet and DJ Rogue

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DJ Rogue
Aka Roguie
Inglorious Poet
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Just a kid with a big dream
I was 15
When it gripped me
Painting pictures like Da Vinci
Fine art
Kinda like the Sistine
So bars get respect like Made Men from Sicliy
And look fellas
I'm a Goodfella
No longer Breaking Bad
Now a bookseller
Push pages that don't just look dangerous
Heisenberg with words
But conscious when I cook flavours
Hook strangers
Rhymes give you want you need like a good neighbour
My light the Sabre
Yea that took Vader
But no Star Wars
A subtle send for them who start wars
They make it hard to a to b like parkour
But can't jump ship
Must spread love, speak justice
Til pumped fists
Rise up in abundance for them who run this
These muppets
Want money, souls & thumb prints
Touch this skin
I'll flip like Brennan with his drum kit
Used to play the clown
Used to have no purpose
But now I wow the crowd
Now I ain't surplus
To requirements
Metaphors, I'm rhyming 'em
Whilst juggling a ton of shit
Ain't plucking on the Violin
Yea we ran by clowns
We live in the circus
Look around the crowd and they feeling nervous
Anxious as they hold our freedoms ransom
No poison in this chalice
I stay focused on this bandwidth
Got more mettle than a factory scrap heap
Don't at me
Got lines that will cut and blind ya like them flat peaks
Spit with the weight of the Shelby's when I shell beats
Nasty
Truth give it raw with no Vaseline
Tracks be, causing more problems than that vaccine
Still "never gunna give you up" like Astley
Cos believe I haven't peaked yet
Just got my feet wet
Please never get it twisted
Keith sweat
Cos it's more than just legacy
When I pepper beats
These streaming sites, yikes
Don't have no respect for me
But bun the equity like Walter got from chemistry
Cos this hella deep
Like Balboa avenging Creeds death
Yea it saved me from the deep depths
Rock bottom
Soul racking up steep debts
The kind that cost Sodom
Before God trodden
I changed the commentary, like John Motson
Refused to smoke my life away
Dot Cotton
Used to play the clown
Used to have no purpose
But now I wow the crowd
Now I ain't surplus
To requirements
Metaphors, I'm rhyming 'em
Whilst juggling a ton of shit
Ain't plucking on the Violin
Yea we ran by clowns
We live in the circus
Look around the crowd and they feeling nervous
Anxious as they hold our freedoms ransom
No poison in this chalice
I stay focused on this bandwidth
Channeling my soul, my energy
Staying on my path and giving back to what gave me life
This music man
Came & saved me when it all seemed hopeless in a place ran by jokers
And just know
that I notice all the hocus pocus
Their bookie movements their operandi modus
Focused only on one thing
Casting my own spells & composing my Magnum Opus

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