Many things are not attached
Cannot understand you know….
Try and hit them with the facts
Like a bomb they go and blow….
Laugh at them for kiddish acts
Like those clowns on YouTube show….
Favourite game was Golden Axe
Growing up the time went slow….
But for real they’re grown up adults
Them ones there does voodoo occults
So bizarre go look for them
Leave a scar or no problem
There’s no time for gritty Insults
Good at maths I love my results
Want no smoke I need a blem
Kinda hoarse I see the phlegm
Called me dumbbell am I dumb?
You’re the one who lifts me down….
Chased my bread you want the crumb
Now you’re coming for my crown….
Linking Park song made me Numb
Was It cos my colours brown?….
And you knew I had a thumb
Not a weirdo out of town….
Can’t be saying things I do know
Life’s no game I did play Uno
Put In practice what you need
Now I’m grown I plant my seed
Acting like you know so do show
Action speaking louder we know
Maybe cos we’re different breed
Grew up poor don’t like no greed
Tell you things that separates us
Doing good deep down they hate us
Don’t know why I do not care
Lose no sleep I brush my hair
All they care about Is status
And my brain Is apparatus
Got the things I need I swear
Can’t be wearing no Ice wear
Many things are not attached
Cannot understand you know….
Try and hit them with the facts
Like a bomb they go and blow….
Laugh at them for kiddish acts
Like those clowns on YouTube show….
Favourite game was Golden Axe
Growing up the time went slow….
But for real they’re grown up adults
Them ones there does voodoo occults
So bizarre go look for them
Leave a scar or no problem
There’s no time for gritty Insults
Good at maths I love my results
Want no smoke I need a blem
Kinda hoarse I see the phlegm
Guided you to our religion
Both of us we’re from that region
Gave you dawah many times
And I told you ‘bout my rhymes
Be a hawk don’t be no pigeons
Lose respect you know It weakens
And we all say no to crimes
Tell that Starmer ban those Primes
Way of life we know It’s cure
That Is Gods love and It’s pure
Separate the good and bad things….
Happiness will come and lure
Yeah I say this and I’m sure
Wear deodorant and It’s Sure
Order right now chips and six wings….
With the drink I’ll have that sure
Normal people yeah we are
Discipline Is high by far
We just know what we want In life….
Better things than that new car
Not attached I’m not a star
Work a nine to five like Bar (Barry)
Tell these youths to drop them knife….
Want no life that has them scar
Many things are not attached
Cannot understand you know….
Try and hit them with the facts
Like a bomb they go and blow….
Laugh at them for kiddish acts
Like those clowns on YouTube show….
Favourite game was Golden Axe
Growing up the time went slow….
But for real they’re grown up adults
Them ones there does voodoo occults
So bizarre go look for them
Leave a scar or no problem
There’s no time for gritty Insults
Good at maths I love my results
Want no smoke I need a blem
Kinda hoarse I see the phlegm
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