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Complex lyrics often deep meaning. I like to speak on politics and the Illuminati, but also like a good flex tune with a battle feel.
I'm an MC from the UK - My main focus is to impress with the complexity of my rhymes whilst maintaining coherency within my concepts.
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #12,752
Peak in subgenre #6,852
Author
MC²
Uploaded
March 20, 2006
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MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 2:34
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You know sometimes I don’t even have to try with my rhymin’ It’s like my hand is possessed bein’ guided to write it Line after line of this writin’ ain’t got time to revise it Give up a smile if you like it turn it up high an’ recite it You’re gripped cos the beat feels like it’s building to something Just go with the feelin’ that it’s fillin’ you up with Relax you don’t need to be fulfillin’ a function That’s the thinkin’ of a system that’s filled with corruption So build up a dutch or fuck it chill a blunt or Just get high off the effects that you feel from the funk on this Track trashed like you blazed some crack Losin’ track of how many times you’ve played it back I can rap they no longer debate the fact Light in the dark like Yoda in a Vadar mask How dyu spray like that? Well what I say when they ask Is keep a sick flow an’ always be straight with your facts Straight practice keep writin’ so the rhymes all keep cyclin’ We all got a favourite rapper don’t try to speak like ‘em Treat bitin’ like the ultimate sin you’re a fool to give in If you get signed don’t get used as a tool for the spin I’m a street poet with a deep flow my steez keep growin’ Speak speed growin til each word I speak’s glowin’ Weed blowin’ mind open my speech is slowin’ down Like your finger’s on the platter when the 12’s goin’ round I scope around all I see is lives broken down Like junkies in the flats on the floor smokin’ brown No furniture left last week they sold the couch Make the best of it now next week they throw ‘em out There’s so much shit that we don’t wanna to know about Make a box in your mind get in an’ close shit out If you don’t like it you can retreat to your own island But ask yourself what if someone was so close minded When it came to seeing evil he chose blind an’ When it came to speakin’ evil would hold silent An’ never heard no evil he never listened in ignorance Would he live in bliss if evil never twisted his innocence? I don’t know I’ve just written this to spit somethin’ different A little bit of variety to mix up my lyrics with Each word I pen then send with my breath on the wind Is just entertainment while you’re waitin’ for the next to begin stop
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