‘ard ‘ard ‘ard heavy like dynofucking around no sparking mc like i’m rhinoi’m a hard drive you’re a sd microrally with the kid psycho give me that mic i’ll be letting that 9 blowcan’t see you man with no blind foldtry running that ejit flow bro you man are dry like cairo i’m on a grime broaint tryna go back to a gyrosieving on my shell shows and the radio show yeah i’ve got a 9 to 5 thoughdoing it right with no typo
man wanna be big fee fi foliving mcs swimming in shows like a lido no you won’t float cuz i’ll burst your lilo
bury that soundoh bury that sounddig that up bury that againshow that i’m ready nah shelling that againtold that i’m ready nah telling that again yo

run the riddemcar man i run trackrally on dirt blacked out bally on firstwhen i’m on track man better get the picture
tell them put ashley on verseshutup you don’t want things to get worsemake an mc let off a turdtell em man get off my turf you move like woody i’m subtle i’m servedgo 16 for 16 i’m word for word put an mcs teeth on the curbaint what you want little dirtcome against me ignore that urgecar when i’m onset man purgeman could have been first or third get left in the new one general
have a doctor and nurse like oh my word
bury that soundoh bury that sounddig that up bury that againshow that i’m ready nah shelling that againtold that i’m ready nah telling that again yo

run the riddemcar man i run track more than 100 metreswhen it gets me you’re a dreamerman better breeze like cheetahtell a man stop running the games it aint fifaleave your eye blue like peteryou’re a shit so i’m chilling with japanese akeetahsused to put cheese on turneetahsi can’t ease up tell a man give up trying to keep upmight see me with a suit in my hands so you know i’ve been rolling trees updraw that strap a 16 bar that’ll clean your team upknow what i mean like metrefor five lift a mans feet upreal mic man or no retardshutup
bury that soundoh bury that sounddig that up bury that againshow that i’m ready nah shelling that againtold that i’m ready nah telling that again yo

may i stay bitter?when i touch down mcs hit the shitterput them in a bin like litterwhen i’m on set i beast godzillastone cold steve got flow so deep goes over your kneestrust me you don’t wanna go do a mei’ll put the pressure on the whole of your teamdon’t really care who you know where you beendon’t really care who you know what i seeni was like nah rude boy what you mean? what you mean?don’t act like you don’t know what i meandrive at the sceneblack gloves and a black mask yeah and i got x with me put your hands on xman i go greenthen i see redthat’s the top of your head off clean
g-r-i-m-emcs better than me no i can’t see manywhen i’m on 140 beats i’m erectedjust took mans head of like edit your boys better leg it4-5 lifted a man sky high like a pheasant
i’m a fully charged shredder machine likeman better be careful of me i aint just another mci’ll spin your clart 360 degrees flat line on setman i’ll leave that deceased you got a ratingbut watch that decreasewatch your whole team get smashed to piecesdon’t puff out your chest like reeces piecesyou know like that
co no snore gotta re man dem they don’t know no moreinvite to west that you heard i was there and you don’t wanna roll no moreyes i’m 5 foot 7 i’m short get over iti aint gunna grow no moreaint cold no more


g-r-i-m-emcs better than me no i can’t see manywhen i’m on 140 beats i’m erectedjust took mans head of like edit your boys better leg it4-5 lifted a man sky high like a pheasant

Hold on hope

When you don’t call
Wake up, and wait for vision
Search for light, in darkened rooms

Let me see, all the figures behind me
Courage low, and faint of heart

I can feel it, I can feel it
And now i see it, and now i see it’s right
You gotta go away to come back home
To stop holding on, to stop holding on,

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
To be certain of alone, feel so alone

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,

Wake up To make The decision

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue
And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling
And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right
To come back home,

To be holding on, to be holding on,

to be holding on, to be holding on
And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up
What it feels to be alone