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c-slake - aspanu lyrics

first of
f the tape i dropped last year, it doesn’t exist
well here is the twist
i do not acknowledge the sh-t
i’m stuck in between being a beast on the mic and being a priest
blessing your ears and healing your sights or call it cysts…i’m
bludgeoning fists with all the sh-t i spit
going after thrones, king james, i might take your miss
and your mythical kingdom swear i’m really not tryna diss
i’m just disappointed cos my mentor’s music went to sh-t
mine has always been sh-t
but dudes know that i can spit
a lot of filth
making the whole underground start to stink
like an addict, i’ve been tryna quit this rap thing
but i know i got it in me to still slap kings
wouldn’t walk away though
not until i make my point stick
a couple’o hits
have the industry on my joystick
friends and enemies still in my ears like ‘yeah boy quit’
they pro’ly do not understand that my toil sick
too far gone
to reverse or smash a u-turn
i’ld rather you burn
in your hate
just cop a coupon
and wait
just place your bet on me failing
i’m never out here complaining
i’m k!lling mics and i’m maiming
every rapper tryna defame me
i’ve been gone for a year, my soul has been sailing
slowly embracing uncharted waters brutha i made it
out of the bubble that i created
my mind is satiated
i’m finding inner peace forgetting all the ones that hated
fam got me lit and fans got me hot
did i lose my p-ssion? never! i did not
i’m still gonna quit doesn’t depend on if i blow up
just so you know i’ve got my next three tapes sewn up
recognise a talented muhdukker when you see one
imagine it i’m reborn
that’s way too much to sleep on
banishing my demons
like ‘all you idiots be gone’
i’m still on
i’m still high chief slake and i’m still king son
okay
i’m rolling in absurdities
reminiscing on my odysseys
‘this system is some rubbish sh-t
he blew please tell me what he spits’
man, that’s trash, we could all be kings
d-mn you all with your boring blings
bragging bout getting foreign t-ts
the game is the miss i’m in love with it
poised to blow and be done with it
but i got a wack tape na who born the cheat?
pick up my mic? burning wrists
just so know i’m a bl–dy beast
on a mic, i be bl–dy lit
profess the game man i studied it
king in my zone, mehn buzz is neat
tell em all i’m running sh-t
they’re focusing on the flow they ain’t talking about the lyrics
i’m making my flow a gimmick
that’s the joke on all you cynics
i’m cerebral makaveli
the realest i burst your telly
bite my lines i bomb your belly
run game on who came in early
ah
i write my best sh-t in the toilet
no pun intended
i’m just tryna get you all offended
your beef i’ll end it
ain’t stopping till your knees are bended
career ended
i’ve got the perfect ginger
di maria gets it

don’t be wack, bow to this kinda greatness
elevate your mind, rise to my level, haters…
don’t be wack, bow to this kinda greatness
elevate your mind, rise to my level, haters…

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