Laid-Back Studios - Speechless lyrics

He's spit spitting a track Hes just trying to help himself; and so he sits spitting it back Spraying to the beat, Its like hes illing with the track Till hes k**ing his own rap, hes rip ripping it back Filling in the gaps, like hes tripping into traps In listening he lacks so hes letting rip attacks Attack as in his lyrics so no cricket & bat Nor flicking a gat, like click clicking clack Ric rica tat, filling thrilling shillings back Picking up the shillings to pay billings to his flat So hes flinging this and that, untill hes seeing picth black Burnt smells hit the air like he just lit a match He spits sick lyrics see hes sharp tic for tac People must be stupid if mixing is mad Cause its simple in fact, cah hes just rinsing facts Be careful what you wish for so hes wishing it back... Thinking infact What worse could really happen, his thinking is ga**ed Was sinking now hes sank, as hes thinking of that He stays sitting where hes sat, gripping to his pad Its unfulfilling where hes at and the thinking makes him mad Drifting into darkness like hes lifted into black Hes shouting out at air; 'someone bring me back' Hes living is that fact? cah hes limping like hes capped Ket leg, left leg, and hes pilling when he chats Vexed in the mind so hes bunninn spliffs in flats No where else to go hes just living where he can Snakes are in the gra** so hes k**ing of the cats Trying to change his world with what hes bringing with his hands Shifting up them pounds till hes bringing in the grands Forever spitting lyrics trying to fit it to his plans Giving up wouldn't make the quitter be a bigger man Hes stays sitting where hes sat, sitting sniffing bags Same bags, different bags, mixing 'pick a bag' Hes singing mixing tracks, filling up the bags Up to drop off, trying to really get them stacks Putting in his headphones, bagging bud in his sack Listening to this; cah its intresting to him Every word relates like its written in his slang He even knows the lyrics, so as hes spitting that Hes spit spitting a track Hes just trying to help himself; and so he sits spitting it back Spraying to the beat, Its like hes illing with the track Till hes k**ing his own rap, hes rip ripping it back Filling in the gaps, like hes tripping into traps Listening he lacks so hes letting rip attacks Stuck inside his mind, the story takes you back He stays sitting where hes sat, just spit spitting a track