Dari
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
WilK3S
Songwriter
Lirik
Dead and buried in the streets
nah I'm digging out the beats getting Really cold feet
Cos I'm killing it
I've awoken the beast with these sick Techniques better call the police
Cos I'm killing it
Dead and buried in the streets nah I'm Digging out the beats getting really cold Feet
Cos I'm killing it
I've awoken the beast with these sick Techniques better call the police
Cos I'm killing it
I'm just tryna stay focused on the Instrumental And I'm just keepin' Composure while tryna
Maintain the fundamentals Writin' Righteous rhymes, and through uncertain
Times I carry it with caution while I'm Wading
Through this life of mine My eyes are Closed but it's opened up my mind
Through these hard times Now I'm Contagious so keep your distance
Unless you wanna be part of the gang and Then there's no resistance
Listen, I've got two kids that I need to Provide for
I mean I've got two kids that I'd literally Die for
A slave to the music since I was young Since been craftin' my own path towards
A positive sum And I'm killin' the beats And I'm bringin
The flavor And I'll be bringin' ya back to Life just
Like a defibrillator I'm in agony, raggedy, Little grumpy old
Man But a happy little chappie when it all Goes to plan
Dead and buried in the streets Now I'm Diggin' out the beats gettin' really
Cold feet Cause I'm killin' it
I've awoken the beast with these sick Techniques Better call the police
Cause I'm killin' it Dead and buried in the Streets
Now I'm diggin' out the beats gettin' really Cold feet
I'm fuckin' killin' it I've awoken the beast With these sneak techniques
Better call the police
I've been told too many times that I've got Impeccable riz
I'm takin' that as the reason why I've got Two kids
But temporarily, I need some solidarity Standard procedure when you're Searchin' for
Some clarity Music is therapy, hope it's Hereditary
It's cuttin' deep and it's really, really Gettin' to me
It's so intense on my senses Need to stack The p's just to cover the
Expenses I'll come out swingin' like Conor McGregor
Light as a feather but I'll still be goin' hell For leather
You had wisdom until I knocked out your Teeth You want beef cause I'm the big dog That's
Herdin' all the sheep Let off the leash, Now I'm disturbin' the
Peace I'm just a lone wolf, I'm tryin' to find
A release It's time for me to shine and I'm Feelin divine So I'll be standin' right here On the front line
Dead and buried in the streets
Now I'm diggin' out the beats gettin' really Cold feet
Cause I'm killin' it I've awoken the beast With these sick techniques
Better call the police
Yeah, I'm killin' it Dead and buried in the Streets
Now I'm diggin' out the beats gettin' really Cold feet
Cause I'm killin' it I've awoken the beast With these sick techniques
Better call the police
I'm a blue belt, so I'm killin' any Motherfucker I'll grab your actual mother Choke her and uppercut her
You fuck some margarine, I'm super salty, Proper butter
You're barely lethal, I'm the garroted Artery clogger
Blood to the brain blocker, you're rockin' a Sock lobber
I'll fold your trousers while you wear them Like a shop clobber
Tie you in knots and stuff your laughing Gear with gobstoppers
Climb atop a ladder and take aim with a Log dropper
Or will it be splatty? Ask my hundred Mates, they say their man's real scatty
Erratic, practically half a spastic but Chatty Somehow killin' it and somehow Happy
One proud husband and a triple proud Daddy Quick to strip a shit from a nappy
And just as quick to split your lip with a Flippin' ninja kick
If I get a whiff of an attitude, that stinks a Bit crappy
Dead and buried in the streets Now I'm Diggin' out the beats gettin' really cold Feet
Coz I'm killin' it
I've awoken the beast with these sick Techniques
Better call the police
Coz I'm killin' it
Dead and buried in the streets Now I'm Diggin' out the beats gettin' really cold feet
I've awoken the beast with these sick Techniques
Better call the police
I've awoken the beast with these sick Techniques
I've awoken the beast with these sick Techniques
Written by: Daniel Wilkes

