Chaddwick - Demolition lyrics

The crowd goes quiet I try not to hide it Am i good or do i look like i just try it Do i just rhyme it, or do i vibe it Well you gonna need to be quiet While i blow your mind up with this riot I throw a fit with this pen i got Every riff is a bomb i drop I imagine the crowd i could rock Im jammin out to this knock on wood plot Inhalin' sucess, exhalin' failure Causin' ruckus , comin tailored This is too cool to go back to a regular job Like i look like a tool to the temp agency head hunter squad Id rather be locked away in my bedroom alone Pay all cash for my childhood home Write every last rhyme when in rome Until it all blends and i am in the zone Just like a nasty sickened syndrome Just follow that snare in your dome Just drop those knowledge bombs f** college i got some of these songs And if i got it tonight, i can do no wrongs I can do no harm, i can rap my life to these fans of swarms I can lay it all out right here on these platforms I got the devil by his horns Now put on jesus's hat and make sure it has extra thorns If you know you said something i didn't like Im dropping bombs, youve been warned I gotta force my labor, i can't just wait for it to be born I gotta force my nature, i cannot just sit back and watch this I gotta just rap until i am dead and unconscious Do u really think i have options Not many outside of honest, nauseous, and dauntless I am not saying im flawless I am not saying im novice I am not saying im mounstrous But i am saying i can show promise I can show greatness I can show the matrix I can show its a sure bet to the faithless I can show a face to this nameless I can show direction to the aimless I can show connection to the brainless I can show reflection, i can show i can change this I can show my pain until its painless I know what they want, and i got it I know which way to go, and i plot it I cross my t's and my eyes are dotted I stole the basketball, i was open coach, so i shot it Nobody gives a damn if i make it Nobody holds my hand and i dont fake it I dont give a damn if you hate it I will jam it until i makeshift So f** your hatred, cause' you dont make sh** I can smell it on your faces And i can smell its pretty f**ing rap rascist How when i spit real with raw entertainments Dont look up Dont look down Take your life And spin it around Look straight into my face, this is what i lost And now this is what i found Go ahead and call it a clown I hide behind the tears of it, and suffocated every sound I bottle it up, shake it, then spray it all around My dignity is naked, jaded, raided and vacant Take it as a rude awaken, okay kid Im not here to be played with I think i finally got something creative Took 6 years, but better now then belated I let it on the loose, why the f** did i tame it I should of been dropping it like this since my gross of my ages sh** by now id been a whole hell of a lot more dangerous Well here i am now, and i still got plenty of ways to explain this Dont look up Dont look down Take your life And spin it around