THCtv Cypher

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Nerve] Check it, yuh yuh Another due, 'nother work non-stop Up in my room bumping tunes til the world nods off Because my city sleeps but my grind doesn't Try writing rhymes rugged in my mind's eye while I lie buggered I'm recycling wax and not bars So when I tell you that your rhyming is wack and not hard It's 'cause you're failing to enlighten the track In light of this fact, I'm seeing your reside Is to reside in the back and slide in the cracks 'Cause when I'm trying to scratch Don't ask me where the muthafuckin' microphone at I'm likely to snap, slash side to side with an axе And have you crying for your life while you'rе trying to rap, yuh Nah check it, really i'm a pacifist I'm just on some aggy shit every time I have to spit Grab the wax, bust or scratch with a fractured wrist And have these cats running laps like they practice sprints [Verse 2: Butter D] Can't afford shit so I be living in debt I'm getting cheques but still ticking like a kid with tourettes These blisters in my skin have risen to the biggest they'll get So shit, prick it with the pin and let it drip on my legs Sick in the head, respect where it's due But never see me sucking up like any Elephant do You feel the energy the second that I step in the room And if you ain't with this shit you should be fuckin' getting a clue It's a, indoor pool, you don't wanna run in this place Something is amiss? Then I'll come bust to make your disc break I know some cunts that haven't got a shit taste Like shouts to everyone that's heard the fuckin' mixtape Fresh dude, my shit's great, I've let down, my wind break Your friends who have let you put tracks out are insane Your wet tunes are misplaced, your rap sounds like shit mate I'll send you, "I meant to put trash out on bin day" [Verse 3: Nibs] My eyes realise heading with the time Battered minds, distant worlds, it will shatter kind Paying fines to cater to when I'm making mine Latter rhymes, fascination with those tattered crimes Pattern placement invalidated, they're gonna paint it Ventilated or penetrated to defecate it I feel amazing with pen and paper when I'm mandated I could turn it 'round and then fling a pound of a certain basic Working late on these hurting cases like curving tasers Burning faces with acid whips and there's no debating Learn the Matrix to curb the game in with what you're playing So I failed to turn the ladle for all these player haters Giving money to tellers, made [?] And you don't know what I mean kid, you masturbate it Driven dummies out the whipping in before our neighbours I'm elated to follow Cain and Abel and they all say it [Verse 4: Vokal] See 99.99 percent of the time You never find a rapper writing rhymes better than I I set alight to the night sky I leave you buried in lies, say goodbye to Mr. Nice Guy Such decrepit disguise until the vibe died But nothing ever survives without a life line Night time crime as a youth was a necessity But things had to change because my future was in jeopardy Teenage pregnancies were stressing me out Too young to really even understand what sex was about Tryna figure how a kid could be a father Had me hit the liquor harder than a sticky-tip pinata It's the, harsh questions I'd embark on myself Whenever I would start stressing or a part of me fell The dealt was too much pressure with the cards I've been dealt But I ain't ever been the type to start asking for help [Verse 5: Wombat] So this is it, it's the life I chose puffing a cig Stuck in a trip with a microphone covered in spit Stutter and slip, try to find a flow, nothing will fit Fuck it I'll quit, lie and light a cone, bug in it Suddenly think I might die alone, wondering this Coming to grips like it's time to go, jumping the ship Sunk with the fish while I sigh, I'm so done with this shit Chucking a fit like I might explode, cut off the wick I guess I'm fucked in the head Couple buds and a sesh as I mumble under my breath I'm a troubled cunt and a mess so I double up on my meds Stuck in nothing but stress And I'll run amok till I'm dead or become a junkie on meth And I'll bug off bugs in my flesh, I'm in the city as I ash a ciggie See me acting shifty, double back and rack a pack of Twisties Dashing quickly, fuck a Taxi 'cause the traffic's busy Still I'm rapping silly, mad and shitty 'til I pack a billy [Verse 6: Greeley] Big Greelz at the front of the bar Getting cut from the table 'cause I was under it last Too drunk to restart, broken, cool I covered the charge Giving legs and had to split like a slut at the bar But these days I just stick to busting the bars The tit in these women, stashing skrilla under their bras I had enough of the laziness, gotta jump in the car While others will wait and wonder when the bus will depart I think it's fuckin bizarre, all these cunts are retards A glass spilling over the act like the fucker is half It's just another barrage, getting cut off the path The direction that you're heading's just enough to embark If youse are abused as the governments are Just go get drunk at the park or fuckin' strum a guitar I've had enough of these idiots, sick in the gut 'til I pass So, I'll continue to build it just for the love of the art