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conor mcsorley - the takeover lyrics

the idea that a song can sing
speak so clearly and almost bring
shudders to a spine, and i’m tingling
got a focus so strong, i begin to think
the world could be mine
but i f-ckin stink
of pride and they’re calling me a f-ckin’ pr-ck
i love it yet, here’s another hit
slowly drawn in, for full effect
unstoppable now, my lips are wet
scale it all, i get up and get
mediocrity for me, was never meant
and i’m tellin’ ya now that it won’t be spent
am i solely sent, to bend like becks?
omnipotent, godly, heaven sent?
demonic traits, a devils pet?
the blueprint tore, no disrespect
but the time has come
and it will be met
with uprising and discontent
the the game i shook
they start to fret
so i loom around
after y’all have left
me to be me, and all i see
is iconic status and humbled bee’s
as i arrive for the world to see
a takeover, so on the count of three
pay homage, bow and bend your knee
to the new kings
thou shalt hold the key
to g*nius and immortality
we ain’t f-ckin’ around
this is literally – a movement free
just like bruce lee
no b-tterflies, sting like a bee
a blend of both
the real deal
one two three
go!

is it all a media hyped fantasy
a false pretense
that’s created by me?
did i do something new
to make them believe?
or just choose my words so carefully?
but they’re hanging on every single line i lay
tryna find a weakness, find a way
cut to the chase, just f-ckin say it
you want me to stray, from monogamy
so i talk the talk and i walk the walk
i clear up and the sh-t it stops
i do tests, and break results
with a record so clean, they’re dusted off
then line up the next one fool enough
to f-ckin’ test me, out of luck
reporters drool, i strut my stuff
and make remarks, off the cuff
pinstriped shirt and gucci shoes
armani pressed, in denim blue
ready to be tested, and interviewed
roll up cnn and sky news
i fly in, words start to spew
so i cut em off, just to be amused
you’re a f-ckin’ joke, the punchline too
lamb to the slaughter
soon to be food

i believe in the gospel and i have spoken
have a listen, ya think i’m joking?
you’ll start to see, and start to believe
realise, like me, this ain’t a fallacy
when you know your good and the hall of fame
beckons close, they take your name
slandered, poked, and spat in vain
i’ll twist their words, and revert the pain
it’s insane for me, from when it all began
did i believe the word, or did i make it happen?
a stroke of luck? perfected chances?
hyperboles and rose tinted gl-sses?
but i’m the king now and that’s my throne
on top of my game, no mercy shown
no sign of slowing, stopping short
strong ruthless, forward going
soldiers salute, everywhere i turn
spark to a flame, and the fire burns
one goes to war, but we all return
a discipled front
to take over the world
inciting power with implying words
dictating fate on what we deserve
so listen up until we return
we don’t give a f-ck
if you get burnt

- conor mcsorley lyrics

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