I NEED SOME SPACE

I ain't talkin' about shit, yet I'm talkin' shit. It happens a lot. 

@docmad on the beat. 
Smitty Bacall on the picture. 
@liamliamliam on the artwork.


Lyrics:

My mind on one track 
Get the lyrics over here like we playing Mortal Kombat 
Rollin Cool J’s till I’m knocked out but don’t call it a come back
Cause I been here for years, for years 
Lightyears passin’ by my eyes 
Wormhole travel, my gavel by my side 
But you can’t judge me tho It’s just me and my runny nose 
Fucking up the game like the pain in my funny bone, ouch 
I keep knocking the wind out my lungs 
I keep options but I don’t know what’s the one 
I keep locking those options in a chest out and I can’t unlock it
Unless I know which way to face when I can’t see the sun, one 
Mind to think, one life to live 
One night to drink, one type of spliff I could hit 
When I sit on rock bottom 
At least my rock’s got me 
And me, well I got problems 
Cause it’s snowing out 
Yeah the snow is out 
And I’m walking in the night during the coldest hour 
Still I got moves like Kurosawa 
And I got juice your girl’ll swallow, say word 
Stay Excellent, like it’s Wayne’s world 
Party time with insane girls 
Cause these bitches be crazy 
Stay hesitant cause the same girls 
Be calling me the same word 
But I’m sane as can be living with these ladies 


Hook (x2) 
I ain’t talking about shit yet I’m talking shit (x4) 
Say word 


I do some heavy lifting, fat blunts to be specific 
Red hot on my chicken wings and sugar on my biscuit 
I heard you want the digits, well I want the house you in 
And down the shed, you count it in and then I stick it 
Swallow pride and spit it, type of hydro that’ll light rooms 
M’tryna guide you round this life you 
Tantalized tryna fit the bill in this world of billions feeling dim
Ceiling’s thin, plus I’m chilling in this room with an elephant, get a grip now 
We smoking on some piff now 
One Puff and you think your Daddy Diddy and you getting rich now
I’m on that list now, and if they don’t get me in 
I swear I’m breaking wrists now 
I ain’t taking the piss now 
You see me smile? I’m in London acting wild 
Going buckingham cause I ordered chips but they served me fries, damn 
I always wanted to be good but nothing could turn me nice 
Seems I always knew what I should do, but not what I might 
Pick the fruit when it’s ripe, or let it rot or nah 
Feelin like DMX on crack screaming RIDE OR DIE 
Sippin Five Alive, tryna keep this life of mines 
From going out the window ... to the wall 
It’s a rat race and cheese make us fall in traps 
Spittin Stalin raps, got this iron curtain calming cats 
Cause they can’t see my moves, so they calling back 
My cell phone, but I left my cell home, I’m off with Mad 
Classic Quebec shit I rock, call it Offenbach 
Massive connections on lock, all across the map 
Designated to kick it around the globe, that’s Montreal Impact 
Fuck it, that’s Montreal in fact


Hook (x2) 
I ain’t talking about shit yet I’m talking shit (x4) 
Say word 

ST - Talkin' Shit (prod. by Dr. MaD)

Send Yo Rita

Written and recorded in 2 hours at 2am...

Artwork by Eso

Ceej? (prod. Smeyeul)

Soulful Kitchen Mix Episode 5

Record Break prod. By @eu-iv

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