Countbounce - Clean Slate lyrics

[Verse 1 Urthboy] Looking at a black page, with lines on em Script unwritten of fortune, ironed on em As if a fresh set of lives we designed on em Where my hopes jockey for space, they ride on em How many times has the ink gotta cover it Before I'm satisfied, by what I come up with You don't need me to feed you the cookie cutter sh** You need a heart that's bleeding when you discover it Friend and a foe, pen and a page Ay yo a piece of paper can never be set in its ways But until I bring it to life it's end of my days I'm making my bed a maze in my head It's why I don't rap about wealth You could want it so much that your brain melts A corporate conveyor belt? That ain't me nor Delts I only ever wrote music that was true to myself [Chorus Delta & Urthboy] x2 Every slate is clean to me Cos I'll be rhyming and shining frequently And from what I know now what would I change Unputdownable, every turned page is a clean slate [Verse 2 Delta] (Transmitting live from Smokey's Haunt) Each day when I wake I'm living out my fate Diggin a nice crate, writtens that I state And delivered to the plate, turned gentleman primates Why hate Benjamin for hitting the prime slate High grade numbers invade, made the verse toy Not arrogant we stay down to Urthboy Mainstream is a mess, leaving a dirt void The Herd murder joints with reverb noise The suburbs poised the blow Don't call triple 0 Wrote a message in the smoke saying "bro let it go" Til nuclear winter snow snap froze the globe My rap chose the road less travelled for dough Immaculate road, mansion home matching the green Same eggplant y'all different aubergine You jealousy fiends My team all hate the scene So we do our own thing Wipe the slate clean [Chorus] x2 [Verse 3 Urthboy & Delta] Through binoculars his eyes looked timid Focused out beyond city limits He was told the other side it lies infinite Not a second to lose, cos no one gains a minute Every point in the path is there to pivot Every cast got a character that think they got it figured Lost souls at the crossroad being delivered Oasis in the palm of your hands the sand shifted Heat haze tricks on the brain remain lifted Prepare yourself for the Alien visit Watch how you take each step can slide different Every rhyme that's written's a slate of white linen [Chorus] x2