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Mixed and Mastered by KONTRAST.
LYRICS:
why do you pick up que’s,
you can’t reach my height,
I’m too high to just bill a zoot,
I’m six foot two I know,
my mental healths,
a bit fucked big whoop,
I’m a sick fuck too,
pick and choose,
who you beef wisely,
fight me you’d be,
quick to lose my g,
Stop acting rude,
You’re not the baddest youte,
You’ll get skewered,
Like tapas food,
Attracting goons,
Fix up your attitude,
Or get put six foot,
Under gravel soon,
Don’t think it won’t,
Happen dude,
I can imagine you getting,
Battered black and blue,
back snapped in two,
with fast attacks that,
have magnitude,
as the aftermath includes,
stabbing wounds,
so watch who you back it to,
Pipe down,
Right now,
I doubt,
you’d like how,
I bout,
fight row,
cry shout,
this coward took his,
Knife out,
Stop and watch what your doing,
You've lost the plot for your crewmen,
Got the ops but your choosing,
Cus your fucking up with your movements,
(X2)
never never avoid the,
Negative voice in your head,
it’s poison at best,
I think I’m depressed,
But I can’t tell,
I’m sick of the stress,
My hearts been dealt,
I’m sinking in mess,
From a far I fell,
I just want to,
Tick off the test,
Success I’m obsessed,
Am bless if I’m next,
To blow took too many L’s,
O’s to the S and S try guess,
but you won’t ever know,
cus I keep it supressed,
so it don’t ever show,
No one knows who I am,
I’m hoping I can go open,
Up and then bang,
Finally show the emotion,
Am holding evoking the,
Notion for joking,
but behind the smoke,
we be choking,
while we might be high,
we’re still moping,
society designed the cloak,
of our clothing,
so although I’m woke,
I’m only just coping,
Your minds more time causing,
All kinds of shite to come forming,
Think your thoughts with caution,
Do not ignore this forewarning,
Stop and watch what your doing,
You've lost the plot for your crewmen,
Got the ops but your choosing,
Cus your fucking up with your movements,
(X2)
you man are long and monotonous,
ya not ominous looking anonymous,
got robbed of ya consciousness,
that’s what the drama does,
now your lost and ya consciousless,
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