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scorzayzee - intium lyrics

they say i’m chemically unbalanced nah i think that’s talent
cus’ i’m tight like shrink wrapped pallets
see the truth blame school for force feeding me carrots
i should gold plate sh-t ‘til you see it in harrods
you will never see me battle emcees
they ain’t even in my weight cl-ss
you gonna need caesars palace
i ain’t no undercard challenger
challenge you off the top
then hang you with my belt from the end of the bannister
f-ck the judges they can’t spit it’s embarr-ssing
can’t tell if your hot or not
like jennifer aniston
you’re gonna need a better -n-lysis
alan hanson mixed with pauly malignaggi
put ya body in paralysis
i got the brain of an addict and if you tell me i’m wack and i feel inadequate
i take on savages and fl1ck em one by one to the side like an abacus
this my magnus annus and i’m throwing out a bag of dust
i’m flat broke and i ain’t got nothing to boast to about
accept to say if i was rich you’d rip my posters down
so i pack my bags and move town quick
you’re a pessimist betting that i win in round six
nah the first ten seconds i took his breath
threw the towel
i carried on like f-ck the ref
cut the cut the man
broke a chair over the promoters back
like pauly from rocky and just stood there
on the mic i’m flyer than peter petrelli
knees turn to jelly when i’m putting emcees in my belly
i was born on it
infact i was born on a comet
in a north face with a watch that said nautica on it
while you was singing to yourself listening to drake on ya headphones
i slapped the dre beats off ya head
smashed ya ipod
took it to the chinese man
who added a feature that only lets you put scorz on it
i dragged myself from the depths of nothingness
some people have a bucket list
me?
i got a list of books
that basically say the same thing
that the system sucks
i’ll be just be a dreamer on the back of some fema truck
strike a chord
strike accordingly
strike a psychiatrist
microphone scientist
on the ward they locked me up for my world order views
put a pillow on my legs so they don’t cause a bruise
take my blood scan my eyes and my d.n.a
wireless
they don’t need bugs to see what i say
recreate my brain online
use an algorithm thought-crime-program
to read my mind
so it’s breakfast at nine
12 o clock lunch
5 o clock dinner
tell your sins to a qualified sinner
so i knuckle up
knees buckling
keep hustlin
seeds need suckling
put rappers to sleep then i tuck em in
where’s the muck there’s money we’re all mucking in
everyman and his dog for himself
but charity eases the mind for the greed of wealth
we sell our souls but never our t.v
people need help but forever i need me
tryna make a knicker out a rhyme
you put the money on the wrong horse
got pipped at the line
zilla

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