[Produced by Ridapper]
[Verse 1: Ridapper]
I'm sat in this office not realising
That I gotta open my eyes to a new horizon
Is this for me? No I'm not despising
But I gotta stop all this internal fighting
All the nights writing, sat there typing
On my macbook and people liking
sh** on my facebook, I got inspired
But now I know that I got a new desire, you've been looking at me like I might retire
b**h I just got here stop the lying, yeah the soul inside me its got the fire
And there's a girl helping me burn it brighter
See before we met it was dying prior, she inspires me and I do admire her
My love for her will not expire, but now back to what I was on about an I eh
May have lost my train of thought, but slain of course is the police force
Trying to enforce, my lyricism in awe, but I'm a whole task force on my own
Got no time to pause, my throat is coarse, like the race horse who lost its source of energy
Jon, come to the dark side of the force? Yeah I'm making enemies
I'm back on the attack when I spit so cleverly
I left all the other rappers up in elementary
Attacking all your senses, extra sensory, could I spit the verse of the f**ing century
Nah Ive been trying to hard, acting like a retard, trying to fit as much sh** as I can in one bar
Yo its time to discard, cause I'm always on guard
And my minds never been scarred by the fact that I'm DIE HARD!
But aside from that fact, my life revolves around rap
Strap yourself in the car and pick up the map, cause I'm back
No time to nap, I'm on the attack, but can you hack, the fact that I'm a maniac!!
Some sorta braniac in fact, gimme a platinum plaque, and a bottle of jack
I ain't taking no flack, I got a semi, and smack you in the face with it
b**h s** my ba**sack
While I unpack, the flow I learnt from Eminem, MGK and 2Pac out on the track, Hold up
You better tack that sh** down so it don't esacape clown, this ain't some whack mixtape sh**!
I think now I got the knack, I could never go back, don't be telling me I lack, the sk** to k** on the track...
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