Muckiest - A COLORS SHOW

Lyrics

It's just another night leaning til it's hard to speak Feeling ever sentimental bout the path we lead Past friends pedal metal down the darkest streets And old memories squeeze til it's hard to breathe Take a chance, a peep, and tell a tale what you seen Another fucking yungen getting shelled for the ps A new generation stacking shelves with degrees Shits peak, keep it pushing til I'm six feet deep, cos that's me Even though sometimes it don't seem it They're tapping up our phones just to listen to our secrets Speechless, don't mistake my kindness for weakness I'm cooking up a batch to have you drowning in the deepness All this trapping and clapping I've always stayed away from it It don't make sense to see other people chasing it You've only got one life so why the fuck are you wasting it? Fam it's basic shit, so you better get your head straight They sound the same like a template, times lethal stand for my people like Salvador Allende Keep it popping til my pen breaks Yo it's that time, manik the fire Natty Wylah here to set pace Getting nearer to the endgame, years of bad habits, damaging my membrane Tryinga find my peace, tiptoeing on these greasy streets Please believe me it's easy to slip behind Invest myself in my lyrics cos this is my life Stick on a beat I keep it tight when I'm gripping the mic Yo that's why, daily we medicate Meditate on ziggy til my brainwaves elevate Staring at the page, eyes drifting to the window Following the dark red sun as it sinks slow Tracking its trail, steady as we battle betrayal In this game of snakes and ladders you're guaranteed to fail It's just another rainy in this broken city, contemplating as the grade that I'm smoking lifts me Far away from the place that I'm stuck inside Split in two feeling like I live a double life The birds perch on the branch of the trees My words heard as we march to be free So let me take it back to running train tracks Big chrome throwy got me feeling like the main man Ain't a bit of my past that I would ever take back Cos all I really need is a bag of weed and a paint can To keep my cypher complete, disciple of the rhymes and the beat Rack my mind for design I'm resigned to defeat Live and direct from the fringe of the east Letting off steam as we begin to retreat From the frontline, eating up beats like it's lunchtime, it's easy to see Crafting the punchlines and similes in my sleep They keep dangling redemption it ain't easy to reach White flag swingin, it got me seeking the peace White batch cooking get them seeking the ps Pedal bike pushing ducking police on the beat Yo this never ending cycle I'm just tryinga break free and be me Everyday hoping I won't lose this Tryinga keep my mind fully focused on my music Underachievers tryina peace together futures Push hard down this beaten path to find where the truth is Yo if you feel the real one time then salute this It's manik on the mic, spit it mucky like the mucus