A song about how I've always felt out of place wherever I go, leading me to believe I'm not from this planet.

Two Foot Toon (WHATS POPPIN Remix)

BTD is an acronym for Behind The Deck, which is a radio platform made for rap artists to perform a freestyle. I was supposed to perform on earlier this year but that didn't materialise, so this is the song that you would have heard if that event came to fruition.

Lyrics:

Hook:
Beneath the thunder and hails
The thundering dwells, where the
Conquering fails, his wondering hells!
The rhythm that the shake of his rattle rides
If only you could hear how his battle cries!
Beneath the thundering hails and thundering bells,
Deep beneath his crumbling shells and jumbling selves
lies beneath his scars and his battle wounds,
Scars and his battle wounds…

1st Verse:
Where the demons and angels will beckon him,
Where the needles and chairs are benevolent,
Where the sound of a baby crying or woman in innocent need
Tightens the rope he is tethered in.
Where the strength of his heart isint measured where it is pressured and the
Strength of his heart is rewarded with no emotion but the
Shame he buries within.
The pain he bares for the win.
The pendulum swinging is but a sign of a working motion yet the
Pendulum swinging reflects a time he is frozen in and it’s
Loneliness anguish and death lying in deep

Hook:
Beneath the thunder and hails
The thundering dwells, where the
Conquering fails, his wondering hells!
The rhythm that the shake of his rattle rides
If only you could hear how his battle cries!
Beneath the thundering hails and thundering bells,
Deep beneath his crumbling shells and jumbling selves
lies beneath his scars and his battle wounds,
Scars and his battle wounds…

2nd Verse:
When the pain is clear and even when it’s
Not so, painful it is clear that he can
Not cope, to bottle up emotions he can
Not show, to open up emotions he can
Not hold! Can I cry,
Can I cry, can I
Cry? But only
Once in a while…when you’re all
Looking away but only
Once in a while…To keep me from the
Wondering stares, the wondering stairs to keep me from
The stumbling chairs and emptying glares! Beneath the
Parties and greetings and partly peak through meetings when the
Parties are sleeping aware of where they go is seeping
Dark in his ample moods his
Scars and his battle wounds…

Hook:
Beneath the thunder and hails
The thundering dwells, where the
Conquering fails, his wondering hells! The rhythm that the
Shake of his rattle rides If only you could
Hear how his battle cries! Beneath the
Thundering hails and thundering bells, deep beneath his
Crumbling shells and jumbling selves lies beneath his
Scars and his battle wounds,
scars and his battle wounds…

Outro:
Beneath his crumbling shells and
Jumbling selves lies beneath his
Scars and his battle wounds,
Scars and his battle wounds…

Battle Wounds

Lyrics:

Part One:
Signed off on a nice spot when I lie soft
Where I might get buried,
May my death confirm that none of you p****s
Were worth my time I was sweaty,
That none of you p*****s concerned know
S**t creeps deep in the heart of many
That If I crept up smiling you’d stay vibing
Mean in the while I’m heavy.
While Ukraine beef with the Russians
Peep were the toms on the telly,
Converse on the ting like shoes & cartoons
They’re not a Tom or a Jerry
It's all fun and games till you hold this smoke
Duck duck goose you’re at the center,
It's not Knock down ginger when you knock
Knock at the door a dementor,
But f**k that agenda never was I into politics
Waste of a social, when cape’s on a mogul,
It's a waste of a vocal.
As if I'm any different sin over sin over sin over sin
For a joke and a laugh, us lot make
Madara feel great for the blood in his bath.

Bridge:
Sky high where I blew this intro f**k the polite and
Conscientious yous lot don’t know conscientious
If my mans opp blocks where you’re sectioned,
If my mans app blocks where you eat,
Where you sleep bare in sheets where you p*****s
Get caught lacking and where you p*****s fail to
Mention me in your condo, where’s me in the convo?
Two years with a rope gripsing my neck swings free
From a tree when I'm not home.
When my daughter aint there telling dad
You’re the hug and the love of my life
I wanna slit these wrists and paint this blood on my gram
All over the vine.

Part Two:
Till the flow stops with me till the crows come pick me,
Till the tone and the soul dies with me
Trouble and bothersome pickney.
I’m at peace with death cos I war every day
None stop with this sense of belonging,
I was four years old when I learned what death was
and that God didn’t love me.
Hold that thought or I’ll hand you a gun
Better trust me you’ll get triggered. Week over week
On Sundays we stand up and call ourselves sinners.
Manifest love, manifest hate all this
Talk about tongue has power, how the f**k do you think
This beast manifests inside your soul to devour?
There’s the reveal to your spawn satans right here 666
in your chest and 666 in your soul right there.
In the depths of my thoughts and reflections when I think
How my affections ended all I picture is satan and God in
Divorce the result of my parent's rejection.
The result of my parents neglection, the trigger and finger
Slithering over in thirst for hunger for carnage.
The result of a p****o claiming I used to know and hang with
My man in the event of my death and not the event or
Moment before my ejection.

Bridge
Gave my strength when life backed you to a corner
Though you were spineless, weak at the knees
No measure for kindness.
I battled my demons for decades yet feeling like centuries
God have I prayed the day I would die
The day I would find my spirit is silenced.
Don’t stunt on the day of my death. Don’t mention my name
Should I kill suicide in amidst my reaching success,
Cos although I’m a stranger to bootings
I could have been 13 with a Mac 10 with no blazer, tie,
Zipped up on my way to a shooting.

Off The Record

Rapping on this old school classic
tax bracket made my mathmatics
vanish like 65 rabbits in your woman's
womb she waxes every single millimitre 
on my canon. On my way to make
somebody special feel like Raditz
loose, sprung and ready to blow like
the bolt on a broken hydrant
Mad tension from the long day tight
sachet, Carl Johnson couldn't match
it dashing bombs in traffic.
Step with prudence at the zebra
crossing death is tragic, if I'm
whipping past I'll ram you down
you're gone like magic, screen
wipers swipe your eyeballs off
they're automatic, sound system
in the whip so loud I can't hear
passage, can't hear damage, I
park half a car in garage, half a
calf I cast into the boot if asked
it's baggage, I dance half a yard
towards her door her stance is 
savage
Danger, I'll be beating till her heart
is static as I'm...

rapping on this old school! This
voice got April zig zagging on her
ol' fool yes I'm
Rapping on this old school! As 
April makes waves back clapping
up the whole pool yes I'm
rapping on this old school! This
voice makes fire raps cracking through
the pro tools yes I'm
Rapping on this old school! Smoke 
blowing in your face I'm mashing up
your whole cool!

Rapping on this old school classic
you're asthmatic if you chat cabbage
my black magic will act manic, 
rattling the whole room! Got your whole
team scattering like old shrews.
I'm disgusted you can't tell the difference
between me and you I'd rather cancel
my subscription to my existence we 
could never have a thing in common
that will be the day I cut my pecker
off and let it go rotten commiting
gluttony while sipping beer with
Jeoffrey Dahmer.
We don't bleed the same you freeze
your veins you need to keep your 
verterbrae from flopping backwards
like you're born without a spine you're
defenceless, you're a swine you dare...
you dare...you dare deify me?!
I'll be spitting at you, mouth is full
of sugar puffs blinking once and
into dust you turn cold cold cold
Culprit of a society that gives a
f**k when I do do do what I am
told. 
Could you spare a little moment for
a ni**er in his cell while he's banging
on his cell bell - Interjections I refuse
I myself excuse when I need to wrap
up a verse you value no worth as I'm...

rapping on this old school! This
voice got April zig zagging on her
ol' fool yes I'm
Rapping on this old school! As 
April makes waves back clapping
up the whole pool yes I'm
rapping on this old school! This
voice makes fire raps cracking through
the pro tools yes I'm
Rapping on this old school! Smoke 
blowing in your face I'm mashing up
your whole cool!

Rapping

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