HOOK x2
Say nothing, say nothing, no sound in the air, say nothing, nothing, no sound in the air.
Shut ya mouths i'm making ya feel real low, first album '03 i'm a maestro, you're a slug talking about bullets though, hella mutt bitch you is Bardot, i'm here looking to clear my path, brag about your lungs but you aint got heart, i know some bad types up on the earth, that'll use your head to train surf, keep my name out ya larynx, look it up, that's a vocal cord cuz is you a cunt? king of the hill, bringing the real, you a singular pill popper that chills begging for a deal, looking to kill never to heal you nibble and meal, but you biters copy me still, and that's it, what you got to say about it? chumps are parred i get my drinks shouted.
HOOK x2
Say nothing, say nothing, no sound in the air, say nothing, nothing, no sound in the air.
What you rap about? battles and combat? body bags and weapons up on facey chat? that's laughable bro a living joke, better use that money up for a life coach, hahaha, i laugh at ya shit with a Slick Rick tone, my bottle is a liquid home, and i don't want to see your dome, you couldn't get shine if you were dipped in chrome, i'll be lurking around here true to fact, rather say it out aloud then stab a back, i don't hang with munchkins with silly hats, dropped concrete slang and saw streets react, this is my life what you got to show, you're a scripted story I'm a doco, write doper than Miss Corby didn't you know, spit live for the glory and kill shows.
HOOK x2
Say nothing, say nothing, no sound in the air, say nothing, nothing, no sound in the air.
Ezra Allen’s new album “Metamorphosis” rides the line between spoken word and hip-hop over five emotion-rich songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2018