Lyrics:
Don't forget weed and rap for the gods
Pages that rewrite the holy karahn
Man I've been swervin since julius erving
Ready to rap now so open
that
Killah Priest
I'm deep into the page
Each stage is like a maze, it's like sperm reachin the egg
I focus on the brain cause it be
How should I start? I'm so confused
By now I'm sure you heard the news
Cats I got workin' on the block,
Got a plot for me to stop
In my heart, I
really know
Just how much falls in-between
Or we'd say everything will be.
But we can't sum up every page
With just one cover and one name
It all happened
500 letters from a stranger at my door
500 letters words like scars no one can see
It felt so innocent, a childish game
Lines of poetry without
mess
You wish you hadn't got yourself in this little mess
Every page of Copperfield, you wait between the lines
They're having pints at the Black Heart,
mine
So I went back to the shadows of a winter in my home
And you watched my every move from behind the grave stone
Well, you fought to keep me with
by side in our dressing gowns
And waited for the sundown
To embrace the blue lit town.
She became my black leach,
Sucking all my energy.
She
Walk in a room with my hands on my side, head raised
All this gossip and talking reminds me of my web page
Y'all people give me headaches, it's
to begin
To spread ya Aloe head gel
Every tape has an inmate and blow up ya brain cells
All ya reactions is trapped in my time warp
And smoke 'em, ya get
Mission
I never seen so much racism in all of my life
every program and newscast, all of them white
It's like a part tide with 10 percent ruling the rest
the distance how we're there.
Done by hope.
Hold your heart
then there will be,
'Cause you're in,
your the story.
We can see something,
hidden in the pages say,
How we livin' bro!
While you was doing Netflix and chill
I was doing Z flips and deals
I top my Lyca up by 20
Quid, I'm 22 I'm selling bricks
My hoody
Baby i wrote the book about it
Here in black and white
I wrote the book about it, I lived every line
I wrote the book about it
I wrote the book about it
on
And we live
What's goin' on in Luton, guys, let's talk about it (from the zone)
Shrooms to the face, bottles by the case or the Ace
We just fuck in
the paps uber with the naps
Solar flare with that Rollie
I see so clear that they know me
I see you snapping on the sly
Afraid to meet like I'm holy
YOUR DIARY IS BLEEDING 'CAUSE THE WORDS ARE SO MISLEADING. THE PAGES RUN FROM YOUR EVERY WORD 'CAUSE THEY KNOW YOU LIE EVEN TO THEM. HUMANS LEARN
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