I'm uncouth up the back with the liquor dripping, show you deadshits how to start fuckin living, the dark night rises with no jokers, no surprises spitters are throwback hopeless, i think my superannuation might be a crop, got a plan for the future call it a plot, RIP to those who died in cars hot, enemies who what? I'm noosing the knot, leviathan with the mind of psilocybin, human island, at the top of what you're climbing, achieved my dreams and hopes, what is you a hoax, better shut that mouth and learn signing, yeah i'm down in hell's burn the best city, when the chicks hear the lyrics brother they're giddy, take a tour in my world, real music, cold world but the stress make it humid.
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I crush all the hype, no false words.
I crush all the hype, city to burbs.
I crush all the hype, mind disturbed.
I crush all the hype, from the sky to the kerb.
What ya know about him, street slang with the 808s, used to roll to the rich hoods and snatch crates, longneck in my hand like an extra tendon, wasn't trainspotting like Renton, some cunts front around like they really know me, you's a backstabbing motheruckin lowey, that's the world though dog eat dog, canines revealed, septic squads, i'm in the beast belly never fuckin left, no time for games never listened to a ref, school of life shit you prick no hex, known a lot of kids that slinged ching and x, i'm in the place though the wall is my jacket, bar is my elbow, backbone is granite, brain is a planet, somewhere far off, life is a chess game, Tornts Kasparov.
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