Count
Nathone
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I just wanna live It's been quiet for too long now, something's gotta give Reminiscing chonging spliffs Cutting out the opposites and weighing up the positives As the greedy fiddle with the politics And the ignorant fear what could a god inflict Penny for your thoughts, but the loyalty costs a quid There's no champions when battling's a dodgy fix Alcoholic author the drunk novelist Set the time and place then let the bottle drift Them emcees only cook if the rock is big Their 'ass treks' coz they 'carry it on foot' like obelix The matrix must've thought that I was a glitch Coz I'm 'dope enough' to even have em holla biz My 'pens murderous' so I stay jotting scripts That 'body characters at random' like horror flicks Fathered the style then I washed my dick Bastard that child then I got the snip Giving mothers milk out to a foster kid And I always stick my sons drawings on the fridge I just wanna smoke spliffs and snog my chick Coz we out here having fun plus I've got a knob to lick And she's just looking for a frog to kiss But hopefully it doesn't matter that I'm not a prince Unclip the bra and get off her tits Icing on the cake and my cock is the nozzle tip Lifes summint then you die, what a bitch F*ck a deficit I'm coming from behind when I doggy it Them pussyhole emcees work in offices Acting like they balling when they pocket pick It must be fucked at work when ya boss is cringe.. And every other 'character is fake' like the office is 'Hardcore' like a monolith Coz I 'war criminals' like Slobodan Milocovic I'm 'the creator' like Dr Bozkonovich 'It's a wrap when I speed by' like a bomb of wiz My 'materials brighter than' a Holland kit And I 'spur on my team' like a Tottenham yid 'Play through the pain' like bobby smith And 'creatively work for nothing' like a shot assist Pen a rhyme then I 'slide like' Djokovic As my crew 'kick on forward' like Ostriches 'Nerd with a bird with got tits' like Walowitz I'm'a 'work my magic' in the bits with this box of tricks I'm 'hung like' a gloucester witch 'Defeat your local vandals' like the Gothics did You can 'get battered and boxed' like McDonalds fish Coz my man 'roll deeper' than colossal Squid's Snap your pen with that Lobster grip As you try and find a rhyme that can go for as long as this I can't listen to an emcee they're proper shit Especially when their lyrics are a crock like a pot of grits Greeze is not something they can bother with But pigs can get wrapped up and smoked like sausages X'em out if we cross a snitch When they, catch em sleeping like a baby when that rob a crib Get passed the baton, what i drop is sick Coz I only touch the mic if the spot is lit So I had to come through and pop a cyst When someone made an offer I cannot resist Still grateful for this pot of piss Check the pay pal every day I'm a dollar rich, ayy But I just wanna get baked like chocolate chips And get that dough in like a granny with a shopping list
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