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novocation - differentiate lyrics

[verse 1: keats]
witty with the wordplay
not bad and it’s only the first tape
started f-cking with the game now i’m thirsty
cook a meal for your b-tch on a thursday
some days i feel like i’ve made it already
my room in the morning is full of confetti
i’m driving the ship and i’m keeping it steady
we yearn for the challenge and b-tch we are ready
momentum is building
venom will drip from the ceiling
the sh-t when i spit it is thrilling
to put in the work i am willing
look like, we just wanna play at the cambo
everybody’s like stay in your lane tho
you will never be a part of the main show
kinda feels like we’re headed that way tho
this sh-t is all can believe in, i need it making the beat – work out my scheme on the weekend
getting better everyday, f-ck you are second-rate need to convey that you’ve only ever been cliche
couldn’t give a f-ck what you have to say
i can see that you’re stuck in your boring ways
your beat f-cking sucks and you had to pay?
sh-t, you’ve been lead astray – look
sh-t’s exciting tho, great timing
symptoms of boredom depression subsiding
lighting the fire – let’s put it in writing always finding that silver lining
my playbook is endless is endless – i spit till i’m breathless
i’m hip-hop’s apprentice; rap dennis the menace relentless
locked in, target set, best thing about it is we haven’t even started yet

[verse 2: keats]
back for seconds, christmas dinner
tear up the track; olympic sprinter
i got my own style, time like a sundial run wild motherf-cker’s got rhymes stockpiled
i got an aspiration, a fixation no stagnation i’m impatient
i wanna tour the nation craving the affirmation and captivation
is he barking up the wrong tree?
pretty much he’s cheap sh-t; bond street
i admit he can make a pretty strong beat
but the boy can’t rap, trust me
he’s just rapping cos it’s trendy, plus the motherf-cker’s way too friendly
the style and his vibe it offends me. sh-t – we got em in a frenzy (ah)
i’m running on empty, k!lling this sh-t not even 20
don’t even tempt me, do it for henry
pretty f-cking deadly – keep it contemporary
i can’t wait to see what’s next collect respect – direct the sets – perfect the text i’m next
wanna kick it with the best but i digress
first step get as tight as the tightest
i think i’m on the right track, despite the fact that we haven’t had feedback
i might just act like we don’t need that. nah, kinda wanna see that
so we’re running with the vision on a mission gunna k!ll it like a villain sh-t it’s rippin like a sk!llet i’m in it
two facts: the best is yet to come. no rest till we’re the ones

[outro: samson]
you thought i took a backseat, but i’m driving like gosling
o brother where art thou, i just wanna wish you godspeed
hope you know that i’m writing for our old man, hemingway
suprised him like i hit him with a mj fadeaway
throwbacks to backwards caps channel max goof
changed it up koufax attacking the booth
you seen me on the screens now, feening in your dreams now
you yearn for the glamour but not for the truth
you play it, you like it you realise who made it you claim you don’t feign that you hate on it
not playing for t-tles or acclaim but just saying give me a banger i’ll prey on it
i’m not talking with bound hands cause i can’t find centre like schroder
and b-tch you know we’ve got plans, we’re gonna end up in the moma
now i’m running from the drama
and it chase me like this banshee
mama warned me ‘bout the karma
tempting fate can it catch me?
and i won’t fade out till the last beat, won’t fade out till the last beat, won’t fade till the last beat

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