C-Slake - Aspanu lyrics

First of F the tape I dropped last year, it doesn't exist Well here is the twist I do not acknowledge the sh** I'm stuck in between being a beast on the mic and being a priest Blessing your ears and healing your sights or call it cysts...I'm Bludgeoning fists with all the sh** I spit Going after thrones, King James, I might take your Miss And your mythical kingdom swear I'm really not tryna diss I'm just disappointed cos my mentor's music went to sh** Mine has always been sh** But dudes know that I can spit A lot of filth Making the whole underground start to stink Like an addict, I've been tryna quit this rap thing But I know I got it in me to still slap kings Wouldn't walk away though Not until I make my point stick A couple'o hits Have the industry on my joystick Friends and enemies still in my ears like 'yeah boy quit' They pro'ly do not understand that my toil sick Too far gone To reverse or smash a U-turn I'ld rather you burn In your hate Just cop a coupon And wait Just place your bet on me failing I'm never out here complaining I'm k**ing mics and I'm maiming Every rapper tryna defame me I've been gone for a year, my soul has been sailing Slowly embracing uncharted waters brutha I made it Out of the bubble that I created My mind is satiated I'm finding inner peace forgetting all the ones that hated Fam got me lit and fans got me hot Did I lose my pa**ion? Never! I did not I'm still gonna quit doesn't depend on if I blow up Just so you know I've got my next three tapes sewn up Recognise a talented muhdukker when you see one Imagine it I'm reborn That's way too much to sleep on Banishing my demons Like 'all you idiots be gone' I'm still on I'm still High chief Slake and I'm still king son OKAY I'm rolling in absurdities Reminiscing on my odysseys 'This system is some rubbish sh** He blew please tell me what he spits' Man, that's trash, we could all be kings Damn you all with your boring blings Bragging bout getting foreign tits The game is the Miss I'm in love with it Poised to blow and be done with it But I got a wack tape na who born the cheat? Pick up my mic? burning wrists Just so know I'm a bloody beast On a mic, I be bloody lit Profess the game man I studied it King in my zone, mehn buzz is neat Tell em all I'm running sh** They're focusing on the flow they ain't talking about the lyrics I'm making my flow a gimmick That's the joke on all you cynics I'm Cerebral Makaveli The realest I burst your telly Bite my lines I bomb your belly Run game on who came in early Ah I write my best sh** in the toilet No pun intended I'm just tryna get you all offended Your beef i'll end it Ain't stopping till your knees are bended Career ended I've got the perfect ginger Di Maria gets it Don't be wack, bow to this kinda greatness Elevate your mind, rise to my level, haters... Don't be wack, bow to this kinda greatness Elevate your mind, rise to my level, haters...