My disease

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it's been A year since I've disappeared, metaphors are like Shakespeare's,
no crown king appears, my peers are near, show no fear,
frowned tears, downed beers, use my pen for ideas,
in my mind throwing spears, and god knows,
 
I got flows, for rap shows, Buddha smoke through my nose,
heart torn from my art form, word is bond, love born for rhyme soul,
time done froze, on my road that Iv'e chose, so the wind blows,
whilst i glide with black crows,
 
this rap shit ain't a magical, one love to my main man Mac,
witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,
spit heat through my teeth, smoking green for the grief,
the grim reaper, universal peace seeker, the peacekeeper,
 
my journey absurd, my homie put in a word, saw me at the swerve,
sat on the curb, since birth, my mental issue is earth,
my turf, strong nerve, never on the reverse, stay rehearsed or cursed,
fuck a freestyle, I ain't Frisco, even though I still get doe, we all drown,
since we begin, I'm a twisted man, my fam will never understand my plans.
 
You got boys outside, claim they be in gangs.
Bullying the locals, drugs exchange hands.
Cash in demand got them all making plans, they talk about flash
Until I rise up Cilit Bang. I don't move like a mosh pit
Ready for them stoppers, when they wanna try block in
I keep my goons close, just to keep my back watched
Your own family would have your fucking arse shot.
 
No jokes, I been through the worst of it
Mummy did her best, food in the fridge
Clothes on our chest, no rolls or a lex
We would walk everywhere in the pouring rain
I swear down on my daughter
my dad's gonna feel pain
He left my Marge with 4 kids, that's ridiculous
When I get my hands on you, there will be no witnesses
All I can say is you deserve it,
Hope your on your own when you die in the service
Never did a good day's work, your a burden.
 
Had a few snakes round me, so had to rearrange my circle
Never felt at my best, til I tried the purple.
Now the potion got me leaning, I be feeling a menace
Before I die I wanna see the prevallas.
Climbed mountain tops,i been close to heaven
My own heads mashed up, my words are weapons
Did favours for everyone, they all forgetting
 
This life your alone, got to make it as it is
They will pay a kid to come, pepper up your whip
Weather you live in the sticks, or live in the bits
Break free, cut ties. Step away from reality
In my own imagination everyone doubted me
 
Need to smoke the cloud just to chill a bit
Put me on a rhythm gaurantreed that I'm killing it
Aitch on the mic, he's sounding like a little kid
Throwing a hissy fit, little bitch
Now he's relevant, ducking the squad
Roll up to his ends, slipped out an he's gone.
 
Only wanted a feature for a 10 second song

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