Living in the city of bricks and worn mortar, simply i squint through the mist and crawl forward, all the fallen, ghosts for eternity off the danger or meds, off they heads, no president, just a PM who speaks for no one that i know breathing, and i feel like the only real spitter in Australia talking truth, cos i aint about party raps punchlines or fitting in for the loot ( word brother true ) i've got some bad in me trying to get balance right, hit the henny thaw out the stalactites, seen plenty hit rack and turn shiest, chicks headies always come at a price, fight for your beliefs, everything is everything and nothing's out of reach.
HOOK x2
Fire, in the big smoke
Fire, that's what i wrote
Fire, char all my foes
Fire, i'm killing 'em slow
Pen extends like a night vision lens, writing foul english like the fuckin river Thames, no Benz no Beamer, so deep you'll get the bends you mosquito, no friends see bruh, that's how ya end, i've got brothers that have got my back if you send, but let's not descend, down that particular path, dog cops leave vehicular marks, if they pursue and tap when ya running, fuck a corrupt judge serve him a summons, kids on the pipe like plumbers, in two hunj runners that'll plunge you with cutters, end your summers, delete your numbers, and sell your phone to other gutter fuckers in the tundras, that's how it pans out sometimes, when antelopes bump into them sick lions.
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