Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Robins
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ok look
I bring the flavour, always twice as nice
You're a little vanilla but I'm as cold as ice
No lie I'll be making a fucking masterpiece
When I'm in my zone and left to my own device
These new rappers sound the same
They be looking like idiots
Wearing womens clothes, think they're mighty fine
They're feminine as fuck
They don't know where to draw the line
They probably wear a strap on
When their girl say she wanna ride
These millenialls must of lost their little minds
If their looking up to these guys and really idolize
Hip-hop is in a state of emergency
If this is the future of rap then you should murder me
Most of the time I already feel like I'm dead inside
So ima say good luck if you think you're hurting me
I got burns that are third degree, I done it personally
I'm an arsonist that starts the fire verbally
I'm capable of anything and ima show the people
And I'll be doin it in style like I'm evil knievil
My words are my weaponary and every one is lethal
See you in a bizzle if you're acting like a fuckin weasel
To be honest these days you can't trust a soul
They wanna know when you're flying high or bout to blow
But not when you're in a hole and you're sinking low
So fuck a fake friend you're better off on your own
Look, I'm a determined predator
Lone wolf, hungry as fuck, in the area
And I go round and round
But I'm still struggling to make my mood merrier
You see, my appetite keeps growing
Hungry as three lions like a prime Michael Owen
I just keep going, with these skills I'm showing
I just keep flowing, my name you're gonna be knowing
Because, they say hard work pays off
So if I don't make it you better suck my cock
I may aswell apply for the great british bake off
Because I'm cooking up a treat and it always hot
Look, I bounce back, that's nothin new
I get knocked down, they think I can't make moves
I get knocked down, and then they think I'm through
But I get back up, laugh and say fuck you
Then I resume with the ridiculous rhymes
Poetry in motion, I do this all of the time
No magical potion, just the fire inside
Mixed with my devotion to light up on the mic
You see, my own expectations are forever rising
Listening to all of these beats until their hypnotizing
Going over every bar to make sure they're blinding
So all they can do is listen and say fuckin sign him
You are now listening, to poetry in motion...
Oh wait, you thought I was I done?
No way hosay I was reloading my gun
All these bars are like bullets, the trigger I pull it
And spray out another round from the tip of my tongue
Now I'm locked and loaded, I'm ready to go
Burning through flows when I'm entering devilish mode
I'm a mad dog, you can try throwing me a bone
But I'll never take a deal if I have to sell my soul
Nah, that's shits never gonna happen
I'm here to rock the boat like the motherfuckin kraken
I'm here to spread my wings like a motherfuckin dragon
So never underestimate the heat that I am packin
The beat's slappin, your heads boppin, your foots tappin
Your energy is matching the way that I'm rapping
And I like that, hip-hop banger or a grime track
I'll be goin in, you can't deny that
Anybody wanna war with me
Within minutes, you'll be waving your little white flag
We won't need no 24 hour timelapse
I'll squish you in a second like a motherfuckin fly trap
Keep on buggin me, I'm gonna bite back
Give me any fuckin beat, you know I'll ride that
This is poetry in motion, that's a fine fact
Poetry in motion, now how you like that
Writer(s): Matt Robins
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