Devil on my shoulder

Yo, I gotta itch I wanna scratch

Seeing all these emcees with dope skills

I wanna match,

So im cookin up some potions to throw up in the mix

My hope is they give me the powers to spit with one click.

 

Cos my words of wisdom paint a perfect picture

All these hard nights in this hard life

Its what gets me through this mixture

 

Its like the devils gotta grip and wont release me

Its all good im down with that,

I was born with a pissed off mind

Satan, you shoulda noted facts,

Devoted to rap

Always walking around, spittin this and spittin that,

I grew up around alot of money hungry people,

All chasing the same dream

Yo, we was equal.

 

I made some bad decisions that I wont make again

But I hate this factory work so im pickin up the pen,

You wanna square off with me, Well go ahead,

Just remember Ive learnt alot of since livin in the lions den.

 

We coulda been friends we coulda been pals,

Catch up 2 drinks later go to sleep Pow!

 

Im using emphisis so youll remember this

'Chill out smoke, here quick toke this'

 

Ahhhh....

cheers for that I feel alot better,

I like your shoes gimme them too and ya fuckin sweater.

 

Oops its that bipolar kicking in,

'Nah its the devil, cmon, come and let me in'

'No not you again, please I dont wanna rob my friend',

'Shut up Smoke grab his wallet and his phone

Cos guess what, I own you'

These urges getting stronger and my mind cant take it any longer,

Sitting on the fence between doing good and evil,

Please god tell me wheres my upheaval!

Show me the light cos I wanna go someplace else,

where its bright and sunny

Someplace I can blow alot of money.

 

Thats why im tryna be an MC,

a true master of ceremony

Jump on stage introduce me as SmokeOne the One and only.

If only, this slow success is torture,

Worse then watching a season of law and order.

The devils tryna guide me, got these angels tryna fight me

What am I to do, tell me alll high and mighty?

Im up late chillin in my nightie thinkin bout society,

if I was a pie would they wanna slice of me.

Get a real taste of pure evil,

Make ya rush with a thrill

A grimy side of life giving things up

Ill show you what its like,

quick jump on a bike Follow me,

where heading down under watch out for the wallabys.

 

Where going to a place where it all takes action,

A state with a group called the Parkside Faction

but watch your reactions,

Whack rappers im taxing, aint ever relaxing.

Find me on Carney Close boasting my rappings,

Im just saying raise ya glass for a toast,

Youve been a good audience ive been a dope host.

Quick dig in I think me mums made roast,

And to finish off with desert im certain someones getting hurt.

Rock up to my house and your bound to dig dirt

Im on the lurk, in parkside

The devil kicks in now its the darkside.

Ima mess built up with stress

here Trife clean up this mess.

*gun shot*