Cuth - Considered... lyrics

[Intro] Yo it's Adam and Cuth Welcome to The Letters EP (welcome) We got some soulness happening Open your ears, sit back, listen [Verse 1] I said it before and I'll say it again It's that Adam Rapper, some guys are like 'Bruv, what's with the name?' Imagination fail major Click clack conversation, engage Firstly I never chose it - it chose me And that's why I roll with it When I rap still put my soul in it I never care to be a clone in it Giving less about my bars than how my clothes are fitting Never been the type to [?] Cos I don't live it Don't leg it [?] I don't reheat so believe me I won't sip it Think outside the box or you won't tick it If you're [?] lyrics Still Megadeth blood flow [?] On sofa at home sitting Coco pops flickers Wrist twitch from your fingers your watch ticking Snot drips as you dream of the crop [?] mission Look around like 'What's missing?' All the chicks that you're not hitting Quit now - I'm not kidding Point is I'm still Adam when the beat stops I'm happiest jamming in my clean socks In the caf where I scan, see treetops [?] beer down Full stop breeze off (And I'm gone) [Interlude 1] So what I'm saying Is there is a method To the lack of madness in the name It has been considered I know what I'm doing [Verse 2] So that told ya Conversation over No? Don't you wanna separate your real and your stage persona? And mask myself - I play with the cards that I'm dealt That Bruce hit is jarring as hell I could bath in the smell And you can ask, man I'm hard to repel When I get my way [?] [?] Knock 'em sideways Pull aside [?] On a lot of slobber like the high grade Copping clobber like they're nice What a lot of bollocks, keep following the signs mate Or find me a fire escape Spit rinse out the briney taste of these pickled fish Trained in the ways of the fickle chimp High on the end-stench Tripping off a knicker-sniff Days fade sitting where a mirror is I'll trip him, shattering his image that's seven years tough luck Revoked priveleges, I sip gin, spit good You front tiddlywinks So what you hiding? A paid job? The girl that you care for, the slacks that you wear on your days off? I'm Adam on the stage and the same off I like beer, biscuit and Kate lots [Interlude 2] I'm not into clouds At weekends I hate shops I just quit a lame job In a bar full of vain toffs I'm kinda clumsy I'm there when the plate drops Got a lot of metal CDs I'll probably never trade off I think poetry is great, what When I freestyle I take off