Takin these precedent matters

As if the president matters

breakin, steppin flaking their faces

and they're bracing their *****

a ludicrous scene here

a bleeding sound that gushes

junior or senior

I'm jerkin till they beLEAVES

I'm beating round the Bushes

'til this fiend's moral is mushed

I'm not eating pounds of kush

but I'm exhausted I wanna hit the hay, so how could I stop beating round the Bush?

Sick of seeing Nick Clegg too so I guess the scenic route is brushed (get it?) XD

This is a message to peasants thinking 'the leaders allowed to push'

I've got addresses I'm addressing this to he that's bound to push

that button that's dressing the lady earth with foul and thus

destroying the planet infact it'd leave a trillion thousand sqooshed

just toying with aftermath has been body count that's flushed.

Disgusted and dazed sick flustered triggered fuss in his brain

big buzzard in range, big buzz in the range fist clutched this gun's just combusted in flames this must be a twisted **** in a rage coz girls spun whirl slupms 12 swirls on his ****

disfigured lumps legs busted hands cuffed in a cage

straight outta the gate, the gateway drug's gateway's shut for a minute

system's corrupt if I build gates I still win doughs in this *****.  

the man's trust has escaped,

but the **** runt ran flustered

spazzed stunned and submitted

"You clapped **** you had my freedom in your hands for a minute"

the man's drunk plans flunked

he's ****** up as it is

He's too stupid to hear his music career's in the toilet

your jam won't get you **** to eat if you jammed musturd in your plate.
It's the fact that all the ******* runs stoked and it hides

the alcohol's a tool kit that helps him open his eyes

***'s just how he sees the truth, the real life truth serum

Remember the days I'd write a rhyme then you'd come over I'd spew it

The vaguest haze despite the time that I put on to this stupid

******* hobby, but it's not hobby no more now coz the truth is

I'm ******* useless without this ******* hip-hop ******* clueless

no excuses for what you did, thought we were whole and I knew I was right,

we were a hole, and now we are through it and I'm a hare away from this rabbit hole I could sink to it

but for now I'll sing to it, and for the record I sold my soul to the music, you knew if I go vinyl I won't spiral spin off of the truth, I was the only player that turned the tables over to you and...



The first day we clicked I snapped to the tune

you pressed play, played me the punk that's the rock in your shoe

you say **** opens your eyes to the fullest, covers the lies you must not have had an ounce of the truth

coz though we clicked I still think holding you to it was a mistake, it's great, I'm glad I can't get a hold of you stupid, little ***** ******* *****, I told you I'd do it, you were my home and my homie I hope you're homing in two a tearin apart-ment to be a lying no gooder and I'm the only one that wanted you to thrive in the booth, we clicked your clique's supposed to have your back but I turned my back too fast I must be breaking or just tearing in two, we weren't viral we're supposed to be sharing our views but the clicks stopped you left my back like spinal synovial fluid. If only you knew, just how much I felt closer to you, I'm supposed to be blue, but if could sea through, the ocean you were drowning into, the river you were crying is fuel and the dock-you-ment was filing in two.

The common heat of the rare cold,

human discovers me in a bare mold,

I, feel as if there's a candle

held, hell freezes coz I can dull

my, feelings,

and I am drawn, into the art that I can't draw

and the start was the last straw

I fell apart at a **** draw.

And to this day I still can't draw

quick, gun's jammed when my jam's on.

flick, lights back to the band that's on.

  I wanna fight back but my backs to the **** wall

Coz for pete sake I see these days,

when MCs say their energy's drained

there's no leeway

I'm Bruce Lee

no easy way,

so I fight to keep the success stronghold, long road a ******* freeway.

But I feel like I wanna bail from this crime scene

I'm coz I'm in jail for these rhyme schemes,

And I'm sick of breaking these bars down

so for now, that's a wrap and I'm screaming.

I'm odd and this is my face

tripods hate n despise me

my smile has you looking sideways

frightened, camera's cut off when I'm in the light ay?

demeanors that make you look white-faced

I've got fake scars

the non white face joker that plays the race card

coz I'm not scared to play a fool

or maybe I'm just playin the fool

there's no right way to get fame fuel

so you lose yourself in the dreams and drool

It's a scam in my mind's brain

nothings planned so I'm delighted sayin

the only thing that I might've aced

is a clubbed heart from a blunt *****

bad hand dealt man, I must say.