Pop

Watching your flow is uncontrolled and emotionless

The syllables unfold but only hearing lyrical nonsense

lyrical nonsence like the speakings of any prophet or goddess

 

he tries to be bold | but only feel im feeling is cold

tried to steal my soul | but only coal was left in the hole

call me the troll | its the toll to pay to get in the rap game

but i must say | your rhymes are quite lame

could even say | quite gay, but hey

 

I'm not here to judge, no need get angry

this rhyming made me wanna go and get crazy

 

he talk the talk claimin to be a leader,

but if we took his life experience put it up to a meter

it would go ding ding didnt even display on the machina

 

says he's true like a teacher with the words that he speaks'a

but he faker than the politics in the gaza

 

claims to be mythical like a griffin when he breathes'a

put glasses on him and call the cunt peter

He trying to catch a breather he hides under the sheetsa

and claimed he had heaters

 

What just happened, you're a tragic lacking faggot rapper

what just happened? matter fact you cant grasp onto my matter

I'm rappin backward, eating rhymes up from my platter

making patterns, run up on the preaching bleeding pastor

paint him with his bladder, red the pallet that im after

bleed him put out to pasture, grind em with my gnashers

grassy knoll I hide my soul, rented it out for some gold

Truth be told, I dont know, but im about to fuck this beat up

hold up im a switch the beat up

 

I know I gotta try and think quick

I know I gotta try and get lit

You know that i be tryin to get bricks

Aint no trying once you've done what I did

from the time where I was just a kid

bongs and lines were just the fucking thing

to do at the time, it's how I lived

 

Watching your flow is uncontrolled and emotionless

The syllables unfold but only hearing lyrical nonsense

lyrical nonsence like the speakings of any prophet or goddess

 

he tries to be bold | but only feel im feeling is cold

tried to steal my soul | but only coal was left in the hole

call me the troll | its the toll to pay to get in the rap game

but i must say | your rhymes are quite lame

could even say | quite gay, but hey

 

I'm not here to judge, no need get angry

this rhyming made me wanna go and get crazy

 

he talk the talk claimin to be a leader,

but if we took his life experience put it up to a meter

it would go ding ding didnt even display on the machina

 

says he's true like a teacher with the words that he speaks'a

but he faker than the politics in the gaza

 

claims to be mythical like a griffin when he breathes'a

put glasses on him and call the cunt peter

He trying to catch a breather he hides under the sheetsa

and claimed he had heaters

 

Abra cadabra watch me turn these caps in to cash brah

nodding off I'm on that black tar, trapping from my black car

it's a Nissan not a Mazda, you're piss and an actor

no wishful thinking about happily ever after

 

I Got an alphabet of reasons why

I stick around instead of taking my life

I got g’s to start love H and I’ve got Ice

I Got Jays, move to k’s before we take an L right

 

Billies and a bit of green,

I be nodding on and off to sleep

speakers rhyming in my mind,

and I've got a philosophy

Billies and the Rikodeine

silly bitty that's on top of me

thinkin it's my time to shine,

bands i drop em till im profiting

 

sly animals we errand sensual criminals

my mandible demands edible chemicals

pharma abusables available obtainable

feeling untouchable, forever ever plentiful,

 

chase the dream, got green, no need for replacement

pick thoughts caught by my six sided mind of mine

six six six, you keen to ride? i try to die

 

Bitties and titties they poppin on top of me

billys and nicotine keepin my head in dreams

i speak with my mind and i got philosophy

titties are everywhere, its my time to shine

this anxiety anxiety the cones stay inside of me

keep three Xans coping wit the dropping feeling inside me

drop my Orphenadrine, with the promethazine,

it keep me sleep talking after i finish my lean

now im down lean back, switch that, just to hit vibes lad

its infatuation, living life sedated

chase the dream, got green, no need for replacement

I pick through thoughts from my six sided state of mine

6 6 6 you keen to ride? i try to die!

head spinning round like I'm stuck on a ceiling fan

unwanted side effects? that's what i was wantin man

 

| CHORUS |

 

bricks on the beat

with your bitch on her knees

bricked in the streets

looking pissed on my feet

I'm 4 bricks deep

yeah I'm xanned and I'm geeked

I cant even speak

but turn up the beat

bricks on the beat

with your bitch on her knees

bricked in the streets

looking pissed on my feet

I'm 4 bricks deep

yeah I'm xanned and I'm geeked

I cant even speak

but turn up the beat

 

 

 

| VERSE 1 |

 

I enter the scene

lets feed all these fiends

 

showing up in ya dreams

what it mean to be me

 

when you be me

you better walk with a lean

 

pouring up a cup

meeting with you in ya dreams

 

searching for blood

I'm making you bleed

 

I start to throw up

when I'm starting to ween

 

making you wake

 

I walk tall with Lakai's

inscribed with my vibes

of wanting to die

who's on the firing line

shooting to live

and shooting to die,

to tell myself inside myself

that I'm the guy I described

I talk all spic when i decide

its your time to lose

move my shoe through you

you made of bamboo roots

you used to use usual