lyrics 

If you're looking for a confession 
Then court in session boy, 
They called me Belly-ache in school 
For scoring low in testin. 
But if I was taught a lesson 
Then it would be
that you can be
The best em-cee 
But yet if 
You look like an eaton mess to them
Then alas you gon get thought of less an
Less the more you do 
Or at least that's now how I assess it 
But, there ain't no question that
I work best when I'm under pressure, so
I won't sweat it
It's a minor headache 
The kind I get when 
the whiners set in
I try forget em but
The ice the stepping on
It Isn't hypothetic
Nah it's paper thin
And I ain't about to Sit around 
And wait for them to cave it in 
I played defense for all o' my life
And every time I fall I get up 
So give me the ball for one last hit up
There'll be no stepin 
I'm takin your wall on
Like I'm a Mexican 
[Handoff, look at ya standoff]
Now, swallow your medicine 
Mine is adrenaline 
I'll take my dose 
and I'll times it by ten and then
Pop me an eminem - L.P on
Pick me a pen and a bottle of gin up
Make em my friend 
Till I've got everything 
Up off of my chest
Including my chin 
and I've penned you another help me song.
[And Just so you know what else is wrong]
This long white cloud we on
Is up in smoke
An it must be joking itself 
If it thinks it's vibing 
We can't even provide a guy 
to open a tin for the goat
Nope, not even so much
As a token gesture 
So, I'm gonna scream this shit
In the hope that you remember 
From the Stockade Hilltop 
To the Hoods where the rainbow's end is
Back in the day it was so congested 
Rappers came with the sole intent ta
Entertain, get us all invested
Not taking nothing away caus 
They were some of the best ta do it
They were slaying it
All I'm saying is
Where'd they go? And, 
What've they left ya?

Hook

I've grown sick and tired 
Of people writing me off
At the sight of me
Caus I'm white as bleach
Live by the beach 
My side is East an
I'm gonna draw a line in the sand
Like a minus sign and pretend 
Like I'm taking something away with me
But I'm leaving you with the weight 
That I've been laden with While 
I've been wading in the deep end.
What I'm saying is I came with shit,
The game is nuts
So I'm gonna get
Just one more word in
The I'ma quit 
Tryin'a reach the pecans 
But before I split 
And pull the curtains
My last wish Is 
you would be uplifted
By this parting gift
That I give you 
of my bird-in 
- Each hand

Bridge

I'm a poet
But I no carin'
If you knew I'm metaphorin' 
Because now you know it, ha!
Lay me down in my bed of thorns 
Nomore, caus I'm declaring 
That I'm taking back this paddock 
I'm gonna mow it
This football, new clearing          
But I'm no P.O.T U.S - shit no       
just an average Joe to the public   
But,- I got a Trump-et
So you better run caus
I'm gonna blow it 

Hook 

All I wanted
Was the honour
Of having a song 
on the radio but
The gravy train has left the station 
And if I was honest - man
The ship has sailed 
- Navionics
But even Davey Crockett  
Ain't got nothin On the way 
I spit a sonnet when I'm rapping
Caus yeah I stick to topic 
As of I'm tacky
And now you cats know exactly 
Why the fuck you should have backed me.
Caus.....

Hook

All I Wanted.....

- Poetic License 
 noun
the freedom to depart from the facts of a matter or from the conventional rules of language when speaking or writing in order to create an effect.
"he used a little poetic licence to embroider a good tale"

but seriously, where's all the lyrical poets at.?



Poetic license - (here I come).

1st major break up is ALWAYS their fault, don't keep fighting with her, be the bigger man and write a phat song about her despicable ways!!!! hahahaga 

DESPICABLE YOU

Lyrical poet from east Auckland.

Im a huge fan of NZ hip hop keen for it to make a comeback.

that is all.

Izac Benjamin

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