Danny Diggs - Ready For War lyrics

Scratched Hook (first verse) I still spit with a thick skin and quick witt like bill hicks This is real sh** that I write not a film script Im still livin with this illness that can be cured Unless you lock me in a mic booth with padded walls Slam the door, im trynna channel thoughts let the track record Music is the only thing ive had pa**ion for Crystal palace born, with a plastic fork in my mouth not a silver spoon Raised in a flat with two little rooms, one I shared with my sister two Mother gave me everything i ever wished its true Cos thats what parents that are single do Since a kid with a missing tooth Mama ain't raise no fool and im livin proof Give me the loot like that biggie tune Nah its art over money and the fame Trynna make it past all the thunder and the rain Is it luck or is it fate Is it love or is it hate Whatever it is dozens is the name and im ready for war Scratched Hook (second verse) Im either smiling with anger or crying with laughter Trying to capture my life in a chapter And I won't stop till im as high as my standards Cyanide stanzas I write on this white canvas Time pa**es the clocks ticking This is vivid imagery like john grisham but its non fiction Its got the same pa**ion as a song written by bob dylan Its not all about dom perignon sippin Or a diamond cross swinging round your neck Means nothing without an ounce of respect your not gettin Im god given drop wisdom sittin with my squad chillin Politikin bout whats ILL and what isnt Bomb the system Im just tryna make an honest living dropping writtens is my job description Stepping on the board playing checkers with your pawns Fighting for my queen till the d**h of me ofcourse My pen is like my sword and im ready for war Scratched Hook (third verse) If you ain't got nothing nice to say then dont say anything at all Thats alright cos im nice with the sentences i form The penmanship im peddling is pure Check the SP emblem I keep embedded in my core Spare a penny for my thoughts My memory is warped Building up these mental blocks now im staring at a wall Till it eventually falls By a telekinetic energy source and send it back to sedimentary form A legend was born 1989 kid With a mind like something from a sci fi flick Every line that I writes like white in your sinus It gets you high as the sky is I got the stride of a giant the pride of a lion Irish and white but I shine like a diamond Its like a bible in writing Minus the lying Eyes on the horizon Trynna escape this life im confined in Im ready for war Scratched Hook