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cameron uzoka - everything lyrics

[verse 1: everything]
let’s meeet on the sun
burn holes in your hood son of a gun
if a tree is formed from a grain
then i should get bread when i scramble my brain get it
so sick that i never need a medic
there’s no doctorate degree that can teach you for free
on how you and me can try and k!ll me
with a virus that was only meant to k!ll me
brudda where you at
i’m navigating maps
i’m surfing with your unborn child, produce another me from your foetus
and that’s a metaphor for your inabilitty to keep up, what up
so wave to my wave
be a slave to a slave
hold tight. tell her its a good night
till you cheat and you leave then you blame the good wife
i want to k!ll rap i want to k!ll rap
i want to murder every rapper with a will thats
signed by the blood of rebel angels stained by halos l
let me call heavens payphone
want a miss stress cause you misstres
from your old woman
want that old linen
but she’s moveed on
it don’t make sense like half a coupon
guess what, you like those head shots
third base let him shoot near the bus stop
with a young girl with a h-rned tat on her thigh
he says red bull gives you wings right
s-x with the whole girl
12 years old now she’s a whole girl
she’s like me ducking dlr -ssiatants, wavering resistance,oysters with blisters
he shot snow white, but he did it so his children know life
but you got to know christ
on the first day i sparred with a female fish
on the second i recorded the detailed wish
on the third i threw a rhyme on she’s male cl-t
on the fourth i dashed flames on retails fist
rose with a uppercut
taught that i got to love all of my enemies
devil is now one of us what
what that’s crazy
like a terrorist giving his life to christ
who just finalised a blueprint to steal level 9 pokemon from melted ice
and everytime i rhyme i leaves cracks in revelation
go home meditate withh the lesser greatest almost famous
renovate this, your ideal has many faces
oh
i’mttired of my crib
i’m tired of waking up and there’s no iron i’m my fridge
i’m tired of seeing music videos
when middle east boys smilee with strallys near their hip
mummy introduced me to the scriptures
channel 4 news showed me what produced hitler

- cameron uzoka lyrics

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