Lyrics: Cian Dennehy Vazquez
Music: Eduard Callis
Yo like
What the word is
What’s the verdict
Got memory foam
The earth is shaking at the surface
And to be honest prolly through the crust too
Solely focused on the job that it must do
Hats off and gloves too
Left no room for rust too
Hush dude
Left no room for dust too
Aye
Yea
Somethings often not reciprocated
The same things also often not reformulated
Flow
Oh, ****! The egg cracked
That’s that, uh
Like how I’m thinking bout that last tab uh
My paint never dries paint never cracks uh
But still I feel the sting when the rain slaps uh
Damn
Like I’m not waterproof
Water fills the booth and no oxygen tank I’m through
I took it on the tooth
What’s ever worth the truth
Are curses always due
What’s ever worth the truth
Ye
Curfew
The dogs are out tonight
The fox is out of sight
The water tasted alkaline
My rope is still the dopest line
You want it but ain’t show the signs
Damn, yea
I said I show the signs yuh
Aye
**** a dead end
Kick back at the crib and shared a zoot wit my bredrin
He said I’m sett-e-lin in
No need to settle to win
I showed the kettle the bin
And turn your medal to tin
The ****!
Kevlar jacket carbon fibre
You heard that who’s the driver?
Think someone caged the tiger!
I got a fiver on the hand attached to my wrist
Said I fly so much they think that I’m a flight risk
For real
Heavy is the hand that has to put up with my pen
Reality ain’t landing till I say that it’s the end
The furthest thing from free yet even further than the fence
But the furthest thing for me is how to make it all make sense
No Ps no Pence
Thoughts so obese pay rent
Like will the homies stay ten
Don’t feed the fiend fake fent
Stars over the fake tent
Said it’s over the case spent
No telling what they spent
Uh, yea
No telling what I seen
Pen to pape as I’m selling this ice cream
Pen to pape as I’m selling this sorbet
****ed the world wit no foreplay
Seen the sun and divorced shade uh
Yea
Now the shadows have two christmases
Treeno C two businesses
That’s flow and bars come witness this
The kick and snare my mistresses
I rap so ill get sicknesses
Me verse the pros can’t no one tell me what the difference is
Nothing is permanent we all have a plot
It seem my time on the mic is limited by the clock
But if there’s one thing you take cause I know I done said a lot
I’m on a different type of path so keep ya eyes on the top lil bitch