Life is bliss

Jump in this bitch a trend,
Frog splash finish, one, two, three,
Count that pin again,

Taunt you with the moves, what a big upset,
Why they crying in the crowd? Why they so against? Winners who don’t gun sling, stab, swing, chillin, give me fried wings, on course for them fine things,

Tomahawk steak, blue cheese, gold wraps, puttin salt bae in a hold and make that hoe tap, 

More stacks rising as the flour turn to dough, the story grows, come alive, we come around, the music hits, I’m running shows,

McMahon, like I be Vincent, I be strutting on the flow, Jeff hardy off the top rope, straight into ya dome,

Climb the ladder get the money in the bank, and take it home, cash it in the championship mine, spin it if you know,

Dr.Thuganomics, see me switch, word smith writing, going off the script, uh huh, yeah,

Ron killings, fuck the gimmicks, I’m the truth,
Brushing off them knuckles, many scrapping leave it bruised, cut it out, the hard exterior the weakest in the room, always lookin for a fight, what the fuck I’m trynna prove?

Can’t be stuck up in a ruse, can’t be caught up with no lame, side man staring eyes bruv, move you out the frame, I be sipping coffee, at your girls place, nice day, nice cake, leave some icing on her face, uh,

MisterMB nice, divas loving him, always play the game, call her Stephanie, encouraging, loyalty we made for each other baby, evident, player, playing nice, but I’m trying to be better than,

Taking off the mask, rey mysterio, a luchador, exaggerate my moves, come alive the hidden superstar, dropkick got you on them ropes for the signature, booyaka, booyaka, 619 hit the finisher.

Off the script

Knuckle shuffle with the ink, you can’t knock the hustle bitch, steady with the skin and bones, muscle growing by the inch, lifted up another way, watch the people rushing in,

Millions to behold, but I do it for the love of it, seeing what becomes of it, talking over beats, what can I learn from it? Earn from it? Excited for my stupid self, I yearn for this,

Being who I am is what I’m best at,
Why the fuck would I go changing up just to impress man,

Talking to that next man, life is what you want it, if you listened, then you’re blessed man,

Lucky to be here, we could be dead up in a ditch man, 

Madness in the brain, listen to your heart, bruv, you’ll always find a way, said youll always find away

Love of it final.wav

More blessings

Think about this shit, then I won’t do much, 
Caught up in another blame, silly child up in this man, he look the other way, 

brush it off, forever forward, standing by won’t get me paid, climbing heights, I never seen, who’s calling everyday, 

Picking up the answer on the move, blessed to be here, second guessing only meant to lose, 

Figured out, there’s so much I can prove, bring about the noise and make it glue,

Don’t block your light to fit into the louder, they quieten down for ones that see it through, 

I smile and face the evil, cold inside us, I found out…

Forever forward

Written Alchemy

Imperfect with the motion, no more thinkin over, let it grow esteem,

Giant in the bunker, scribing out the scene,
Try and keep it hidden to the blinding killers, always scheming,

Take your eyes, your vision gone, clearly not believing, 

The status quo, stay away from all the noise and make your own, 

Chatty pattys, always grilling, throw them in the coal, and turn the fire up,

Burnin out the grease, blood is finer now, get them high amounts,

Sliding open five accounts, Money heavy, finding pounds, in the silence, found contentment, peacefulness declining now, louder ones who run around, and play their role, attract the crowds, 

I left the circus, still a clown,

Blowing smoke up in the trees, I know this shit now healing me, perspective is the inner code, don’t cut it out, no guillotine, I allocate sometime to breathe,
Therapy this writing shit for me, you see?

Imperfect with the motion, no more thinkin over let it grow esteem,

Giant in the bunker, scribing out the scene,
Try and keep it hidden to the blinding killers, always scheming,

Take your eyes, your vision gone, clearly not believing, 

The status quo, stay away from all the noise and make your own, 

Chatty pattys, always grilling, throw them in the coal,  turn the fire up,

Burnin out the grease, blood is finer now, get them high amounts,

You see?

Bret hart on the movement, sharpshooting excuses, heart break she flying down, got hit sweet chin music, 

She left on a Friday, so I called out to the next one, don’t try running back here my baby, mans moved on,

Maxed out on the routines, more time for the movies, watch out for the plot twists, only got love for the groupies,

Quote me like she knew me, like mine a bit looney, laidback and goofy, nice smile and boobies,

Cursed out for my dumb chat, no rizz, she don’t mind that, smoke leaves and Count racks, splash out then wind back, 

Kindness on the surface, she make time for her purpose, one day imma find you until then, keep searching,

No rizz, she don’t mind

Golden drink in hand, sinking shots that’s evergreen, confidence in high demand, catching eyes that intervene, grabbing hold just let me go, blurring out to cause a scene, sometimes it be heaven bruv, sometimes I don’t want to leave,

Sometimes it be causing evil, treat me like a feeble, what the fuck does he know,
Posting up as regal, gentleman? The slice of Ego,

Eat it up with chiller fruits, the berries, cappuccino, rolling smoke up in the verse, it starts with grams then turn to kilos, 

Step away from consciousness, determine better noise, the higher frequency, deter the cold and darker void, gone are days of coping, hoping there a better choice, fill my glass up, kick it like I’m unemployed.

Substance I use

Peddle on the mic, switch out for the fortune and fame, meddle with my gold, imma scorch you, engulf in the flame, headed to the goal, scoring lethal, applauding the plays, mellow what I know, lil wisdom might leave you amazed,

Gotta go and walk the talk, ready to make em believe, pull up at the matinees, arriving the local prestige,

Bullish on the run, reddish lines be turning to green, bag a couple grams on the side, can’t sell it for free,

Bitch please, the boy has got to eat, I grab a knife and get to feasting, buffet on my mind, the chilli fried into the sweetness,

Serving humble pie up for the baddies, she be steaming, baby mind your manners, I don’t care if you go leaving,

Attracted to the soul, it comes and goes, just like your features, hiding many scars, and lashing out, I see beneath it, 

Cutting out the love, the say that kindness, lead to weakness, but I don’t give a fuck call my number if you need it.

Bitch.

Servin humble pie

Crimson linen covered bedding, she can paint away, cleaning up the bloody mattress, I don’t mind the stain, 

Careless when the pleasure blocking out the logic and the pain, wrestling with common sense, so don’t be mad at me, 

She be grinning out the flat, hope you had a pleasant stay, ready for your 9 to 5, let me go and clean my face,  

Head into the city lights, picking up a lil break, coffee with a brownie slice, sweet just like the aftertaste, sweet just like the …

Aftertaste

I’m left for the dead, tried to give caution a rest, sleeping on seeking, I’m fine with the morning regrets,

Hitting the pipe for the steps, climbing the flaws, and escaping the wilder intense, 

Pushing more iron for strength, pulling the lever to be the one, had to impress,

Making my mark on the test, passing or failing, I’m trying that’s more than a flex, 

Visions I write with the pen, tracing the colours that’s darker than blood, in the flesh, building my art for the crest, 
Top of the range, adding value, dividing your stress, hear me with growing intent,

Alien man flying high on the beam, on his quest,     many aim for his head,

Mathews

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