Where are we Steering?
Broken brakes so it’s too late
To worry where the wheels will take
There’s no point fearing
My Deer in Headlights
Breaking my Windshield
My engine needs mending
And im low on fuel
The Gearshift pending
What and exhausting feeling
We’re not getting anywhere and
I’m tired of everything spinning
Turns out you’re burnout
it’s my turn now to turn round
No return allowed
Turn me up loud, turn me up high
Till i tear grounds
Like a hell hound
Oh so you’re scared now?
There’s no fair ground
With these fake clowns
They don’t make sound
Let them drown
Better learn how
To take crowns
And Escape town, before it’s burned down
Similies like guillotines
Turning you to smithereens
Lyrically just kill mc’s
Separate their skeltines
Oops i meant skeletons
All of them just fell at once
Rest of you just better run
Tell me where i get it from?
I’m a fucking alien
They say my shit is TEN (ten)
Like im tryna sell them ones
2, 3s, order some, bitch I am never done
Even if u mention my engine needs mending
I’m tryna relax, but there’s no missing this class
So I’m just skipping detention
And switching dimensions
to get away from rappers dementia
How will they fire BACK?
With their mumbling abilities
And Deficiencies, vulnerablities
On a TRACK
They are my antitheses
I’ll expose them with these melodies,
Coming harder than artillery,
Straight from the auxiliary,
All the fucking big machines
Really im just spilling beans
On my shoulder Dieties
Pushing me to wicked deeds
Maybe I’m just seeing things
Coz im Buzzing killer bees
Like im on Amphetamines
Endless possibilities
Time to make an ez mill, like im in the Philippines they will even feel it all the way in Milton keynes
The way I’m just killing beats
Undercover felonies
Like im ripping Jeffrey’s genes
Always cutting liabilities
Like those horror movie scenes
My flow bringing all the cheese
Mental home stretch, Limousines
Weird flex butt ok
Native in this rap, aborigines,
Slowly seeing symmetries
cause of these conspiracies
On the edge peripheries
Solving these epiphanes,
Im starting to lose it vivid dreams
TELL ME WHAT IT REALLY MEANS?
Im just matching energy
I Stare, realise. Like my vasectomy
She catching my destiny
Trying to Steal my identity
Unsuccessfully
Mentally expanding Ecstasy
No fancy Accessory
For some it’s a necessity
But not for me, maybe
I said too much Accidentally
Maybe they put Sodium thiopental
in my blood territory
Treachery, this gory story
Hope i don’t get assassinated
For it, my euphoric soliloquy
Or they’ll wipe my memory temporarily
Its a Recipe for disaster
I’ll master this rap therapy
Whether he is spitting like the British weather be
