feeling like I am electric
someone please find out where I left it
A mental full of festivals
Likely I'm the one to throw your
I'm not seriously serious
that we've got a lot of beer in us
and everything you fear to touch
but these are not my tears, it's just
Effects of the lifestyle,
Prepare yourself, pick a fight style
See this industry's a battlefield,
if you're gonna survive it
and bring yourself a tool
Turn the music up loud now,
you can call me foul mouth
True, but that's not all I'm about,
I'll be greeting every One
Because I spit the realness
I'm Charlie Sheen winning,
spinning like a drill bit
I'm still sick and still pissed
When I talk about my snap back
A tight spit, a mind sicker
About to see me shine brighter
With Charlie P the producer
Who'd thought I'd ever keep
Got bullied for my first boss
an d told that I was wack as fuck
I suppose I kinda travelled up
So everything they said to me,
if it's looking like a blank canvas
stepping on my vans canvas
I'm just stepping up my damn standard
Now tune your ears and then listen up
these critics must be out their friggin nut
The rhythm I get into when I write
I spit the real, they spit sci -fi
but there's no other mind like mine
I'll have you caught up in a drive -by
Mine'll consist of mouldy eggs to fly by
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