WRITERS UNBLOCK
VERSE 1
Iʼm sick of all this talk
All you never walk
Altogether flawed
All you get ignored
More than ever bored
Youʼve been getting warned
You and the pen better get divorced and keep pressing pause, me? Donʼt even need the beat to keep your exʼs warm
And when freshly drawn
My tongues stepping forward
Mr fantastic – stretch my form
And Iʼm a leprechaun
Got a pot of gold youʼre never stepping on
And when my sets performed
Itʼs next to naught
Never keeping up, Iʼm obsessed so you best be gone Imma check these pawns
Put a hex on your ovaries
So very openly hoping your death is long
Get set upon by my echelon
Iʼm making a mess – King Lexicon
And Imma exit on
Move you die
Proof of why you get crucified
Beat you black and blue in a suit n tie
With a tongue too quick for the human eye
And Imma utilise my nuisance rhymes
Music minded, Imma use it wise
To make you eat shit like the movie super-sized Attitude – fuck love let cupid die
And Iʼm the truth of why
You better move aside
Cause Iʼm giving you hell unsupervised, Iʼm
Off in my own league
Better call me the MVP
The one and only
So get to know me
Cause Iʼm not going nowhere I own these streets Got OCD
But nope, Iʼm not socially clean
But I know when Iʼm over the beat
All the emcees openly deep throat, keep choking
Till Iʼm blowing my load on their tees
Homophobic? Please...
It was lyrical
Not literal
Metaphorically giving visuals
How Iʼm killing fools
With the multi-syllables
Rubbing salt in the wounds of the individuals
Cause Iʼm back on the streets
Packing the heat
Attacking emcees cause theyʼre whack and I lack empathy And the voracity when I rap rapidly
Is in fact like a smack to the teeth
Happens haphazardly
CHORUS
Cause Iʼm beginning to feel like a sick cunt All these up and comers think theyʼre big huh I hear ya talking shit so have a dig bruh Cause I burn you without lifting a finger
VERSE 2
Donʼt hate the player in the game
Hate the game in the player
Cause I came self made from the flames And I ainʼt gonna be
What you want me to be
Singing pop top forty songs copping defeat
Iʼll be rocking a beat
Like a knock to the cheek
Night night with the mic
Iʼm the boxer to be
Cause its gloves off
No love lost
My punch lines are called one offs
Cause Iʼm quick witted
Empty the clip too quick for you to even get one off Cause Iʼm one of the
Best in the game
Better recognise now donʼt get left in the rain
I testify that Tech Nines gonna sign me
Cause Iʼm nothing less than Strange
Even at my best insane
No need for the Texas chainsaw
Just bring me a pen and a page
And Iʼll show how I massacre pussies
Just look at me now I got sex on the brain
This is my playground
Double dare you to take a swing
Cause I got bars for you monkeys
Come and interrupt me
Still wonʼt even change a thing
Psychological warfare
And Iʼm all there
And I know how to play these strings
Even I not at all care
If youʼre all unaware
That in Newy Iʼm named a king, Iʼm
Sick of people thinking
Rapping fast isnʼt difficult
At minimal, itʼs tricky
And itʼs hard when its lyrical
The arts very clinical
To carve every syllable
Your bars are avatars in the dark of the visuals Iʼm representing strong for the Steel City clique Where the real spit it quick
And you will shit a brick
Cause were ill and really sick
And we will kill this shit
So you can suck my fucken dick
CHORUS
Cause Iʼm beginning to feel like a sick cunt All these up and comers think theyʼre big huh I hear ya talking shit so have a dig bruh Cause I burn you without lifting a finger