Villainous (2021 Mix)

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Hardest guy you've heard on a DOOM beat
Hardest thing since Earl made Choom, wait
Chum
Now listen to me, Son
Own your own mistakes
Like a pistol or a gun
With a license
License to kill
Bonding cause we've got another license to thrill
Something for the fighting mobs arguing still
Humming to the beat
You just need to be chill
Feel a bit ill
Cancelling me out if it is terminal
Web MD telling me I've got about an hour
Hell or peace, I think we all gon' know it ain't the latter
Harry got deliveries and letters from an owl
But was clowned on by betters
Rappers on Bandlab
Please, they cannot parry
A verse from me is like a dagger
Deadly to the touch
But metal in its scabbard
Yuh

He's a mix of music master
And a fit for flag carrier
Fix you something strong
Like a liquor with a barrier for lightweights
Step up in the ring
It's time for the fight, wait
You get it's all over
But you didn't see the mic plate
Never gon' be sober
My beats got you punch drunk
Boxing after Santa
You're red and white, wiped out
Got to realise your fighting days have piped down

Yikes, what a sight now
Finding a sign of new life to sign now
Any time you look to my page over night
Realise you've got a talent ready for the picking
Worth a small fortune
At least a couple million
Some say it's hoarse
Some say it's the rhythm
Better than the chorus of other people winning
Sitting in a bed writing flows
Arguably better than the studio pros
Belly been rumbling
Ignore cause the stakes
Higher when you're writing good enough to change the game
Sighing cause I've been seeing all the lickle lames
Getting silly money
Fitting neatly into place
Stand out
You don't got to scream and you don't got to shout
Do it with your pen
Make the sword want to jump
Core of the song got to course in the right place
Middle of the heart
Save face until revealing your ace

He's a mix of music master
And a fit for flag carrier
Fix you something strong
Like a liquor with a barrier for lightweights
Step up in the ring
It's time for the fight, wait
You get it's all over
But you didn't see the mic plate
Never gon' be sober
My beats got you punch drunk
Boxing after Santa
You're red and white, wiped out
Got to realise your fighting days have piped down

Evil incarnate
My flows make you car sick
A vehicle for gold to be colder than a carpet
Of ice
Of ice
Not a diamond, I am literally a snow king
Hire Blyton to admire all my writing
It's exciting
Every time I rap I feel it urging
Searching for a better track
To get me hurling
Everything I've got until it hurts me
It's surely enough by now
You be searching the net
For the rhymed up vowels
And the shined up sounds
But it never comes
From the heart or the mind
Eventually the karma gon' propel me to the skies
Fire in control
Melting my palace of ice
Fighting for the title
Got to silence all the grind
Vices are shouting from the chalice of the skies
Sights in the palace
To acquire what I find
Shining like I'm Alice living wonders in my mind

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