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clarky - diary of a madman (freestyle) lyrics

i will dominate this game, in my own messed up way
a single sentence will place concern in your brain
i’m learning in ways and it’s certain your amazed
every word i drop’s hot; like the burning of flames
hate me or admire me; my flow is still on fire g
i’m a f-cking madman; you can check my diary
there is not a name that could take my prize
every bar i spit’s true; check my eyes; no lies!
sometimes i look at life and wonder how i’m coping
for every door i shut; there’s another window open
at first i thought i see, but i’m not sure what i saw
cause when i try to focus, its seems to turn obscure
i feel as strong as pluto, no help without no glucose
i feel to blame someone, but i don’t know who though
i soak into your mind, like water doest to gravel
i stick inside your mind, like skin to a tattoo
try to f-ck me over; cuzzie i will smash you
up dash you, take my jewels and i will f-cking stab you
friend will soon insult us, i stick tight like a cult does
take your money from you like a f-cking toll bruv
i am my own defender; clash me i will end you
check my sessions with my mentor;
music’s what i’m meant for…
i had to tell man “change your mood quick”
cah a dude got rude had a mood switch
told me “hold up blood you best move quick”
i told him “don’t even try it fam i’m too sick!”
i had to make my own way, that’s why i shot weed
i got raised up the hard way; don’t hesitate to pop g’s
i rep my own crews, get back or you’ve got beef
hold tight the black & purple like i cotch with swat team
people look at me like, clarkys got a messed mind
man are just vexed cause clarkys got the best lines
see me in the street like clarkys got them blessed eyes
i’m always on a blaze, cause clarkys never stressed high
i vex guys, wreck mics, mic check 1 2
1 2 check mic, no next wet rhymes
check out clarky he’s so fresh right
fresh creps, blessed s-x, clarkys the best like
i can’t tell right from wrong, yet i’m a f-cking don
find me in the street or in the studio i got
if not check connections, teaching youths lessons
about how to bar on a beat with perfection
make no exceptions, clarkys got an obsession
i’ll steal anything in sight, hold tight your possessions!
let’s go, tesco, clarkys a klepto
police shout my name “golf alpha golf echo”….
i sneak out late at night, just to go bun cess
dun’kno, i know, this brings me no success
mumzies going mad again, “gage why your eyes red?”
i swear i’m just tired; ‘ed’, that’s why my eyes are red
plus i’m kind of hungry, im’a munch then i’m off to bed
lame excuses never work; f-ck it, mum i’m wrecked
i bunned a couple ten bags cause i’m so d-mn stressed…
diary of a madman, read what i get up to
and if you don’t like it? cuzzie f-ck you

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