When you panic on stage like you lost a child, You’re flamboyant like Oscar Wilde, I got to smile, Your crew couldn’t even house a foster child, So ask your kids who the number one artist is, MCs aren’t the only thing we burn though, Just burn the bar down, like a disco inferno, Smash through the wall of a pub and burn the bar down, Pump it up in your car turn your car into a club, You hear it pumping in pubs you buy the bar a round, You hear it bumping in clubs you turn your car round, Spit fire on stage and burn your bar down, Off, Hilltop in the place, sir just calm down, It be the three headed beast from Obese come to set it, I’ll be like, da, dala, da, da, roll like the credits, I’ll have the whole crowd like, oh shit, that’s right I said it, Question, you still feel the vibe I’m on? Verse 2: Suffa Insightful on the real deal when I write a song, Right or wrong I’d still kill for where I belong, We’re still striving on, we’re still alive and strong, Where I bled for my dreams and struggled for change, I got respect for the scene and love for the place, You’re a man of your word you got nothing to say, One lyric with gimmick for every with purpose that,įurthered rap culture round the earth and back,īut some diss but when I’m up in your face, One critic or cynic for every that learned to rap, Hip Hop’s a circus act this is absurd but fact, If I could pimp women like I do words I’d be living literature, Middle finger that you put up in a fixture, Not a part of the bigger picture, listen it’s the, I made this flow for you, no your own name is, Set factors straight, the only dead rappers,Īre penned at the papes of no cred actors,Ĭos you don’t know shit so, you’re on a need to know basis, You slept at the fact that we crept back to, It’s the next chapter, where’s all my head at? Francis) Produced by Suffa for Suffering City Productions.
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