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adam the rapper - considered... lyrics

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[intro]
yo it’s adam and cuth
welcome to the letters ep (welcome)
we got some soulness happening
open your ears, sit back, listen

[verse 1]
i said it before and i’ll say it again
it’s that adam rapper, some guys are like ‘bruv, what’s with the name?’
imagination fail major
cl!ck clack conversation, engage
firstly i never chose it – it chose me
and that’s why i roll with it
when i rap still put my soul in it
i never care to be a clone in it
giving less about my bars than how my clothes are fitting
never been the type to [?]
cos i don’t live it
don’t leg it [?]
i don’t reheat so believe me i won’t sip it
think outside the box or you won’t tick it
if you’re [?] lyrics
still megadeth blood flow [?]
on sofa at home sitting
coco pops fl!ckers
wrist twitch from your fingers your watch ticking
snot drips as you dream of the crop [?] mission
look around like ‘what’s missing?’
all the chicks that you’re not hitting
quit now – i’m not kidding
point is i’m still adam when the beat stops
i’m happiest jamming in my clean socks
in the caf where i scan, see treetops
[?] beer down
full stop breeze off
(and i’m gone)

[interlude 1]
so what i’m saying
is there is a method
to the lack of madness in the name
it has been considered
i know what i’m doing

[verse 2]
so that told ya
conversation over
no? don’t you wanna separate your real and your stage persona?
and mask myself – i play with the cards that i’m dealt
that bruce hit is jarring as h-ll
i could bath in the smell
and you can ask, man i’m hard to repel
when i get my way [?]
[?]
knock ’em sideways
pull aside [?]
on a lot of slobber like the high grade
copping clobber like they’re nice
what a lot of b-ll-cks, keep following the signs mate
or find me a fire escape
spit rinse out the briney taste of these pickled fish
trained in the ways of the fickle chimp
high on the end-stench
tripping off a knicker-sniff
days fade sitting where a mirror is
i’ll trip him, shattering his image that’s seven years tough luck
revoked priveleges, i sip gin, spit good
you front tiddlywinks
so what you hiding? a paid job?
the girl that you care for, the slacks that you wear on your days off?
i’m adam on the stage and the same off
i like beer, biscuit and kate lots

[interlude 2]
i’m not into clouds
at weekends i hate shops
i just quit a lame job
in a bar full of vain toffs
i’m kinda clumsy i’m there when the plate drops
got a lot of metal cds i’ll probably never trade off
i think poetry is great, what
when i freestyle i take off



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