Produced by myself, the hardest track on the album,
ennicee
headzache
essex hip hop
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Lyrics
It’s plain to see with me I’m never knowing where it’s going
Have I changed became much worse and forever now’s forgotten
For impact and back stabs for something you never had
My ink splats he thinks bad blood bath on severed pads
Welcome to headzache I break face with no haste
Sick of fucking liars with bitter taste and no grace
You think you’re ahead of the game heading for fame
Whatever you claim in vain control the world ready to reign
Your image an act I’m viscous your whack
I swing with a bat sting on attack I’m the king of the pack
I’m leaving people silent from my violence I’m corrupt
Better sell a thousand copies then were licensing your product
Erase and defeating not the one that your be cheating
Here comes the second album lost your chance I’m retreating
There is nothing you can serve me you don’t even deserve me
I leave your face blurred like the cover Group Therapy.
Inflict this pain that’s is drained from my veins
Minds deranged and maimed it doesn’t fit the right frame
Inside the Panic Room safe house and walls with bars
A place for me to test myself with super strength calls bard
War scars remembering the times we had to work hard
They ain’t changed it’s still the same we smirk and cause laughs
Try to run before you can walk all you do is now talk
Support ourselves headzache cru and for you we have brought
Therapy you better be corrupted by mind mechanics
Nil by mouth will feed you and leave you with brain damage
So you couldn’t even manage understand my sense of humor
Its warped fucking right it’s warped way before I knew ya
Once I thought it was over because all the doors were locked tight
I know I’m unstable parental guidance to blocked mics
For images I write this game is cat fight
Established my name for I was banished I’m back right
A bigger fret lurks apply you with cigarette burns
And make you understand that I’m the pain on which it hurts
I will never stand down or step aside you seek the glory
Fuck around I’ll tell you now it will end with a different story
Self contained in this tomb a prison and cage of rage I’ve risen
Brought to you association Panic Room Headzache patient
Detail with knives and then I’m impaling with spikes
I’m the misery forgotten life and rotten inside
From shows and open mic’s we are ready to rise
And surprise before you realised enter a new guise
Storming the building better be warning your children
This ani’t a safe place if you’re easily reeled in
The underworld swarms like a plague looking for victims
Diseased ready to feed with greed my hunger kicks in
A savage on the mic a person split between two sides
And switch before your eyes that’s right a persona which can’t die