Trim - 13th Apostle lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, they ain't getting any closer to God I make it hell for MC's And brung apostles to watch f** walking in my shoes They couldn't fit in my socks They're all scabs, I'm just picking them off Crisis, they must be sick of my songs 'Cus I'm sick And I don't fit in a box Got 'em pissed 'cus I'm still on my job I does this, while they're hoping I flop Crisis [Verse 2] The features don't lie They hate that I'm the sh** And never needed no flights They don't want me to think I'm cold And I don't seem to know why I'm in the whip, they don't see me go by [?], so, never needed your time And if you don't know me then you don't really know Grime The kid's grease You won't believe what I'm like Uh, the features don't lie I'm hungry [Verse 3] Yo, I'll make you happen They're still selling your dreams In the [?] I'm a nightmare Lord sith with humanoid fiends Hybrid, using telekinesis While she drives stick And makes fun out of whoever I beef with Got 'em puzzled like, pick up the pieces Daft It's uncle, shout outs to my nieces Stuck to the beat using my sh** for adhesive