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outcast - encore lyrics

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uh, said i’m back and i want some
talk on the track use the rap as a platform
back in the grime never lack with the rhyme
with the p-ssion convicted i’m serving a life time

bye bye to my past mistakes
i p-ssed the grade became who i am today
the path i paved foundation id rather waste
until i put my head down now the bars are raised

a faster pace, i get a bit sloppy and its evident
i lack a lotta relevence the syllables are prevalent
if anything i’m better when i shut my eyes
i mean i’m better when i elevate my mind to shine

but i’m back with the flex and the swing a big d-ck bars
pennin’ better bredda get it coz this sh-ts hard
a vendetta on the record in my own yard
yeah the bit of rhythm never make a brudda go far

yeah, yeah, never go far
find ya boy in the lab pack another cone up
rap another flow bruv gotta let em know im
different to the average and anything ya’v known c-nt

if they wanna go take the talk the a battle league
if they wanna flow bar for bar brudda challenge me
amity, this youngbloods chasing ghosts
i held deaths hand now hold down the west coast

and the rest know, that i pen flows vex most
style change daily and never gonna stress bro
doing what i do i ain’t give no f-cks
if this art why the f-ck they tryna label stuff

im blazin up and might set a light to the booth
they ain’t likin’ the truth so they lie to the youth
yeah the vice that i use when im writing a tune
is reminding myself that im writing for you

yeah, whats that wanna encore
yeah, whats that brudda want more
yeah, better hit em with the encore
yeah, gotta get it coz they want more
yeah, whats that wanna encore
yeah, whats that brudda want more
yeah, better hit em with the encore
yeah, gotta get it coz they want more

tell em all i been board like a chess game
walk with a fork in my tongue as i spit flames
born with a cause to be awkward but sh-t change
oughta be forced in a ward for my sick brain

been back a minute, we’ll call it twelve months
since i packed a pad and pen and rattled for you raw c-nts
i line em all up, i clean the floor the bruv
better duck and cover coz i’m comin’ for ya tour bus

uh, i was raised by the monsters
slaved in the street earnin pay for the mobsters
nonsense, racking up a dime of debt
my minds a mess will i find a place to rest

in my defense, i never had a home to begin with
never known trust or the love that ya kin give
lost and alone as a kid think what is this
fostered but home was a long shot to this kid

yeah my sk!lls developing
i dont got a lotta faith but the will to get a win
i change pace i dont change my face
i can’t change the things ive done i’m disgraced

change my ways and bow out the game
i stopped selling drugs i’m not claiming fame
want the fat cash not gonna lie coz that’s facts
but never tried to get a buck off droppin a rap track

and thats that, just to dust off the dome piece
back in the day used to rack my cologne heaps
now i spray somethin fresh so theres no need
shouts to my real ones that actually know me

back in my zone please representing geraldton uh
this up and comer from the gutter with a tear in my lung
i drop another and another man it never enough
i gotta get it coz i’m hungry and im in it for love

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