Speechless - Remake

Lyrics

'Speechless' ___________________________________ Verse 1: He's spit-spitting a track... ... Trying to help himself; And so he sits spitting it back Spraying to the beat It's like he's living with the track Until he's killing his own rap He's rip-ripping it back (Rip-ripping it back) It's like he's tripping into traps; Just filling in the gaps In listening he lacks So he's letting rip attacks Attacking with his lyrics... No cricket bats Nor flicking gats, Like: (Click-clicking-clack) (Ric-ric-a-tat) It's thrilling, filling shillings back Picking up the shillings To pay billings to his flat So he's flinging this and that Until he's seeing pitch black, - Burnt smells hit the air Like he just lit a match He spits sick lyrics He's sharp - tic for tack People think he's stupid Like: "Mixing is mad" But its simple in fact Cah he's witnessing facts Told: "Be careful what you wish for" Now, he's wishing it back... ___________________________________ Verse 2: ... Thinking in fact "What worse could really happen?" (His thinking is gassed,) He was sinking Now he's sank But as he's thinks into that He stays sitting where he's sat Gripping to his pad Its unfulfilling where he's at And all the thinking makes him mad He's drifting into darkness Like he's lifted into black He's shouting out at air; "someone bring me back" Is he living? Is that fact? Cah he's limping like he's capped Ket leg, left leg And he's pilling when he chats! Vexed in the mind So he's bunnin' spliffs in flats No where else to go He's just living where he can "Snakes are in the grass" So he's killing of the cats Trying to change his world With what he's bringing with his hands Shifting up the pounds Until he's bringing in the grands ... Forever spitting lyrics Trying to fit it to his plans Cos giving up would not make a quitter, feel Or BE a bigger man ___________________________________ Verse 3: He stays sitting where he's sat Sitting sniffing bags The same bags, different bags Mixing: 'Pick a bag' He's singing, mixing tracks Filling up the wraps.. Out, dropping off Trying to really get the stacks Putting in his headphones Bagging bud up in a sack Listening to this; (Cah its interesting to him) Every single word relates As if it's written in his slang And he even knows the lyrics So when he's spitting that? ... He's spit-spitting a track... ... Trying to help himself; And so he sits spitting it back Spraying to the beat It's like he's living with the track Until he's killing his own rap ... He's rip-ripping it back (Rip-ripping it back) It's like he's tripping into traps; Just filling in the gaps In listening he lacks So he's letting rip attacks Stuck inside his mind The story takes you back He stays sitting where he's sat Just spit-spitting a track ___________________________________ ___________________________________