Lyrics
Im not a DJ, But im in Love with the Beat,
im just here to say ill never witness defeat,
im solid on the ground, im balenced on my feet,
ill chalange anybody, ill take this to the streets,
just gimmie a beat, and ill give you some warfare,
just be prepared, when my words, rip up the hymsphere,
ill put fear in the hand you write with, cause if you think,
you can go up agaisnt me, ill have your pen pissing ink,
im like a missing link createing my own chain,
with my own game, working at createing my own pain,
with my own style, dirty and sick like puking bile
and if your not feeling me,then your drowning in denile,
most MC's are sterile, and way to clean,
im one of them feins who likes blood and gore and sex scenes,
i love to smoke the green, and get stoned by any means,
i put, mushies in my tea, to explore, my inner me,
m find my chi, im like a buddhish, sittin under a tree,
fuckin stoned out of my head,just laughing at the bees,
bitches please, step back, and witness the best,
MC you ever met, i got fire in my chest,
i got smoke in my breathe, im toxic, like smoking meth,
in a world of beats and rhymes im a lyrical threat,
like sadam husane im just hangin, with no regret,
and im dead set, im working on being the very best
im blessed with the gift of speech, im here to teach,
and im trying to reach, and grab for everything i seek,
im at my peak, and i wont settle for anything less,
anybody standing in my way,will be left in mess, what!
is there anybody out there, who feels like i do,
like your never givin the chance do what you wanna do,
never givin the shot, to stand out from a croud,
like a dimound in the dirt,just waiting to get found,
is there anybody here, thats just so sick of it,
waiting for some chance to just try an fix shit,
just get paid, for the skills they protray,
and never give a fuck what anybody has to say,
we live in a land, where people dont understand,
everybodys plan is just to make a couple of grand,
im just a grain of sand, compared to the masses,
but i was born with a dream, so rise up your glasses,
respect to the grassheads, smokin it up,
pass me the lighter, im about to light up,
i blaze the night up, then slowly disapear into the fog,
and this bag of weed is greener than kirmit the frog,
and my head nods, to the sound of the beats,
but soon im just hungry and lookin for somethin to eat,
then im off to meet, the buddys, and get some more smoke,
hopin i can get it on tick this week, cause my pockets broke,
rollin 3 skin rockets, and have a couple tokes,
chillin out in my room, away from my folks,
havin a laugh and a joke, hit so big, they would make you choke.
have you coughing in a fit, almost giving you a stroke,
im the kind of bloke, that rolls my joint with persition,
and then i make the disition, to move the party to the kitchen,
we get our eat on, eatin bouls of serial on the footon,
have a bit of a munch, and throw some youtube on,
just chillin out, joint to the mouth, sittin without a doubt,
nobodys doin without, bags of weed, we smoke it out,
far from drought, inside our little hazy bubble,
smoking so much, jointrollnigs becomeing a struggle,
im makin a muddle, surrounded by skins and the smell of weed,
because we feel the need, to sugseed to get out of our trees,
and we feel free,smokin my medicine,
just shut up, and listin to what i said again,
is there anybody out there, who feels like i do,
like your never givin the chance do what you wanna do,
never givin the shot, to stand out from a croud,
like a dimound in the dirt,just waiting to get found,
is there anybody here, thats just so sick of it,
waiting for some chance to just try an fix shit,
just get paid, for the skills they protray,
and never give a fuck what anybody has to say, X2
