Charlie Perry - Rokit lyrics

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Charlie Perry - Rokit lyrics

[Spoken] Dapper's stepping on a mic Yeah that sounds tight Gonna lay that lyrical airstrike down Upon the mic, on the mic, on the mic... Yes yes gabber, pa** that mic He's ready; yes One-two, Linguistics and Charlie P It's the Free Speech, yeah One, check; he's ready It's been a long time coming nan- nan, what? [Rap] You'll see this guy's like nothing that you've ever seen I'll blow a ring [of life?] straight through the smoke of your kushy green When I was young I smoked out 'til I couldn't see But now I've got a dream that I gotta follow, see Finding the monopoly and buying up the property So let me stop for a minute 'cos I gotta breathe Stressed brain, take a break to a tropic beach; Mmm, that'd be nice And as I slip into a mindstate, eyes glazed Thinking that the prize so high that my rhymes could defy space Deny fakes the entry, place your bets please We're moving forward to the next century The day's spent together, we're up all night I'm a pro with this sh**, they're just alright They chase papers and status, they can have it I'm chasing the ability to grow and make the cla**ics I'm like a savage on the beat so let me rip it up And LOL to anyone who's thinking that I give a f**; Flows so ill you'll turn green, like the weeds on the deep sea So sick you'll think you'll need a GP You start trying to make an impact And putting you and Matt together? That was just a mismatch Call me the [?], 'cos I'm forever k**ing beats Every time I lay a verse, it's tighter than my skinny jeans [Chorus] The beat-beat Beat-beat The-the beat-beat rockin' The beat-beat rock-rockin' Rockin', rock-rockin', rock Rock-rock-rockin' Rock-rockin', rockin' The beat rock-rockin', the beat... [Spoken] [?] Ah, f**'s sake man... Forgot my f**ing lyrics... Err... sh**, sorry... (Something about a cigarette!) Yeah yeah yeah, something cigarette... It's, err, something... Err, oh yeah, that's it Alright, ready [Rap] See I will always be that boy in the corner Puffing on a cigarette, raw [?] lungs are more black than liquorice Yeah, and see I'm rhyming all the time Of course, your part-time [life's?] more primitive than dinosaurs See, I say what I want, don't need to find a cause This world's a maze but it's mine, call me the Minotaur Yeah, and see I'm up with the ceiling But don't give me a reason for me to come and find your flaws And now it's my time to stay, and there's the goal So watch me shake the scene up like it was there at all Competition, sit down, read through my pages Don't fear me, don't loath me, forget about the [?] And it's about time I got a cheque paid And yes mate, I probably am your favourite rapper's pet hate; Because they cannot see my vision, just a man against the system Call me [?] but I'm a man that's on a mission Yeah, and all these men are acting feminine b**hing; it's as if they saw me picking up a pen again But I'm ahead of them, like I'm running off adrenaline People see me down and out, but now I've got them trembling I left for a minute, but I came back F-f-f-f-fresh with some lyrics that I made, ha See, I keep my ears closed to the hate chat Music is my first love, nothing ever changed that [Chorus]