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High
31
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór High został wydany 26 maja 2015 przez Syko Recordz jako część albumu High - Single
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Data wydania26 maja 2015
WytwórniaSyko Recordz
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM92

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

Tekst Utworu

The fans are like "Where you been at?"
I been in the lab planning classics man relax
Cooking beats and bars to put my name on the map
Like I was doing years before anyone even gave a crap
Now every time I rap it's a full throttle banger
Couldn't be my equal even if you was my doppelganger
Nice guy in life, but on the mic I drop all manners
Man I'm pissing on these rappers till I've emptied out my bladder
Till I'm hearing this blabber, tracks with no variety
That's why I wrote maniacally till I milked my notoriety
Still addicted to this game, I've never known sobriety
My psychiatry's what keeps me safe to roam society
Been advancing every tick of the clock
Now I'm bringing the kind of heat that made Icarus drop
Fuck a door, to the industry I'm picking the locks
And dashing a grenade inside, man I'm sick of the lot
They already know, killing every beat, rhyme, lyric, every flow
In this for the art, could give a fuck if I blow
Cause the sickness inside this mind is only gonna grow
And it's just gonna keep spreading till the day I die
Ain't a damn limit that I won't defy
Still fully addicted to the medicine supply
If you think I'm gonna quit now, man you must be high
I spit like a genius, magical as a genie is
Radical as Houdini is, tragical and just tedious
That's what your CD is, mechanical as the media's
List of fake rappers talking greaziest
See I'm just a simple rapper with pipe dreams
Of one day having the opportunity to ignite streams
Of gasoline over the pussy rappers on my screen
Hear them scream and watch them burn as the light gleams
I've been a mic fiend since back in '
01 As a kid with a pad and a pen in my grasp
Addicted to killing the beats and
The rhymes to get an adrenaline blast
The skill I would only go on to refine always developing fast
Ignoring the haters and people who
Said I would never excel in my craft
The nerve of the cunts
Used to chat behind my back, now they're serving me lunch
Ain't a fucking rapper here that I won't verbally crush
And when I said I was here till the end it was never hyperbole once
They already know, killing every beat, rhyme, lyric, every flow
In this for the art, could give a fuck if I blow
Cause the sickness inside this mind is only gonna grow
And it's just gonna keep spreading till the day I die
Ain't a damn limit that I won't defy
Still fully addicted to the medicine supply
If you think I'm gonna quit now, man you must be high
This ain't checkers, this is chess
That's why I stay twenty steps ahead of the rest
So while your shitty tunes'll be here a year at best
I'll still be remembered aeons after I'm gone in the flesh
The skill that I possess ain't something I need to validate
Soon as I touch a mic these motherfuckers salivate
If your top ten rapper list ain't where you allocate me
Then that's a list you need to fucking recalibrate
I'll show you what it means to start from the bottom
Coming from the streets of London where it's dark and it's rotten
Another broke mum, another fatherless tot and
I've come a long way now, but I've far from forgotten
All the memories, the pain and the stress
With music as my only real way to express
Never took a rest, stayed chained to the desk
And I'll be here still as obsessed
Till the day I meet the angel of death
They already know, killing every beat, rhyme, lyric, every flow
In this for the art, could give a fuck if I blow
Cause the sickness inside this mind is only gonna grow
And it's just gonna keep spreading till the day I die
Ain't a damn limit that I won't defy
Still fully addicted to the medicine supply
If you think I'm gonna quit now, man you must be high
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