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Jack Light

Jack Light is a singer-songwriter and musician known for his soulful voice and introspective lyrics. He rose to prominence with his debut EP and has been praised for his heartfelt and emotive performances. His music combines elements of folk, pop, and indie rock, creating a unique and captivating sound. With his distinctive style and evocative songwriting, Jack Light has garnered a dedicated fan base and continues to make waves in the music industry. more »

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My skills got you climbing hills
It’s a must have like swiping pills
On the rise up like cypress hill
And your girl get’s down like a pint of milk
And now, I ain’t even gotta rap
Holiday’s over now I'm done with that
Like to let all hang like a thunder cat
I just wanna flee and believe me I ain’t coming back
Look, turn a weakness to strength
Lying in my bed, dumb thoughts in my head
I ain’t gonna stop until there’s really nothing left
And even when the day comes I’ll keep grinding ‘til I'm dead
See I make the beat wicked
But nothing feels better than rapping on it to kill it
Killing it, I'm winning it, I know you be feeling it
I got bars to keep ‘em it, like a prison you’re living in
Yeah, I'ma cramp your style
Bin in this game for quite a while
8 years on still versatile
And if you still hate you’re in denial
Uh, been straight from get go
Me and my team pull strings like Geppetto
Feet on the ground like a girl in stilettos
I'm sick and I'm quick, you’re largo I'm allegro
Uh, there’s some terminology
8 years ago they said I was a prodigy
Said on my mix tape when I'm 23
I’ll be where I wanna be, so get prepared to follow me
Yeah, I got flows for days
I'm that friend that cramps your day
When you’re in a rave spitting bars on stage
I’ll grab the mic and burn down that place, all day
Yeah, now I'm back for another one
Spitting dumb, hit a drum, smashed it, hit and run
Out the park, spitting dark, I'm where the alphas are
Like Zen, wise men, Caspar and Balthazar
And I rap like I'm holy
Not on my level, you punks don’t know me
We are no not homies, rap like an OG
When I spit bars I'm the fire emoji
Rapping on the beat, I bet they’re stamping their feet
I got the dibby, dibby sound, to make a rapper retreat
You see I'm so laid back on the track I'm asleep
If you wanna buy fame better keep your receipt
Cos too many artists wanna buy their way in
Didn’t need a talent show to prove that I'm amazing
I'm a young goku going super saiyan
And when I come through, keep the throne vacant
Yo, I'm in Kanye mode
Stuck on cloud 9 and I can’t get home
Bow in the presence of greatness
Make ‘em go ape shit, tell fakers better take this
Yo, and for the YouTube haters
Fix up on spelling I'm a rapper not a raper
Lake town saviour, bet you I’ll save ya
Taking out a dragon on my wagon with a Taser
Man and I'm back with the fire
Did it on my own I never needed cipher
Open logic, make narcotics
Call me pusher man, raps cleanest supplier
Yeah I got flows miles
I'm that boy with the diamond smile
When I'm in the rave drive girls all-wild
When I grab the mic and cramp your style
Count yourself lucky that it’s verse three
I been spitting bars ever since nursery
In a moment it’ll be over
And I will show ya that’s c’est la vie
Clever bars, very dark, Nasty, never bath
Pass me, never bruh, catch me in upper class
Upper class, I regard, me as sublime
I don’t need money I just need more time
Money we earn it, just to go burn it
Now I am here like I'm sick of the dream
All get involved in a pyramid scheme
Just for a note with a pic of the queen
I don’t wanna preach, I just wanna be real
And I thank all the guys that follow me still
‘Cos I'm doing it moving it, dream I'm pursuing it
Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have you in it
Take a big loss like meek did
My place I earned it like the weekend
Came through and jumped in the deep end
Game so shallow didn’t even get my feet wet
As I said before it’s getting boring no
When I'm on the toilet I'm still pissing on these watered down
Rappers, act like slappers
Call ‘em bukkakers, also slackers, here’s
Another hit from the miracle maker
Track that’ll break ya, make ya wanna rave ta
Heard about the word, mc’s absurd
When I'm in the place better be concerned, uh
Yeah, I got flows to sell
I'm that guy that’ll bring you hell
When I'm in the rave and I rock the bells
Then I grab the mic and I shock the world

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