Lowkey - Lyrically Intense lyrics

Okey, Lowkey, Daily Duppy yeah Listen listen.. Kizzy is the name I'm lyricall insane I k** 'em on any rhythm plus I'm critically acclaimed But misery and pain has driven me to change All these spitters seem the same the whole industry is lame The poisonous fam, get familiarized Real recognize real I got familiar eyes And If you try to stop my familia rise Get victimized like that innocent Brazilian guy They're saying Lowkey's a terrorist But when I reveal dangerous styles you better go seek a therapist The flow's deep & effortless, you phonies could never diss Best thing since sliced bread I don't need your bread in it Think about this stuff before you run your mouth and cuss I don't want to have to travel on the underground or bus So I wake up everyday and wonder how to bust The only U.S. I ever gave a f** about is us Forget glory on the tele What you know about puttin' out three CDs before you were twenty You know that you heard of me What you know about being eighteen and doing shows in Germany What you know about four stars in a magazine What you know about the game waist man I have the key What you know about hundred bars on the radio? Nothing You weren't makin' doe, you were lazy bro You're following, before you were bothering I was on this thing Songs fill my pockets with profit I'm being honest kin It's all politics before anybody hollered it Turned down chances cause I knew what they were offering Called out a couple names had the game gossiping Never heard me on a track with Lady Sovereign - with her modeling Think you're sick cause your vids got a whip with a model in Shot my first CD myself It was astonishing Stockers wouldn't stock us now we tell em' stop groveling I shot a shot to shoppers and shooters we got a lot of them Coppers can't cop it but copiers should stop copying Topping the toppers from Oxford to Nottingham All your favorite rappers want us to do a song with them Me? I ain't bothered with all of the fake politics Me I just live my life and stay positive Epitome of verse k**ing, lyrically I'm hurse filling Been out for a minute G, now mini-me's are surfacing Your whole trilogy still didn't beat my worst rhythm What you'd figure it be? You are ill as me? I heard different See, your favorite MC, I nurtured him And see, all your favorite beats, I murdered 'em Face it, your clique is wasted I won't work with 'em They certainly heard of me from Guernsey to Birmingham Cause the name holds weight And still I wake up to the same old hate And pray for a day my face ain't so baked I'm a rapper, other rappers act like they don't rate Cause DJ's will get my tunes and play 'em eight shows straight Rewind them and drop bigger bombs than NATO mate To be real, it isn't all about the radio play Cause we all wanna bust, there just ain't no space But the - Nobody's gettin' record sales AKA's full of sweet boys trying to impress the girls The only rappers a lot of breaders have ever felt Are dead or depressed in jail and never getting mail When alive, they hate, when gone, you're the best ever This ain't a comeback, f** that, I'm a trend setter People talk and get me differently twisted Cause this rap sh** is the b**hiest business So what you peddle pebbles, your dead when my pencil moves On every level I rep with rebels, I never lose You resemble devils the terrible tales you sell the youths You need to fix up yourself and tell the truth You've been rich for ten plus years, still selling crack Saying that you're still busting guns, why you tell 'em that? Knowing that these kids emulate every rhyme you ever spat You need to get your role models from somewhere else instead of rap You shouldn't even need me to explain You know that they imitate what you speak and what you say You got more power than their parents but you leading 'em astray You don't tell 'em that these illegal ways will lead 'em to the cage I'm pissed, why? Got dick riding breadders hatin' While you spit rhymes that misguided my generation You're not real, cause what you're saying ain't the truth You're trying to k** the kids, me? I'm trying to save the youth Hold on... I said the future's removal of humans, computers pursued revolution and Lucifer moved in Hell is hot, we burn like chips in a pan At your kid's birth they'll insert a chip in his hand I spent so many sleepless nights pondering reasons why Most of the good people in my life seem to die See my eyes, take a look deep inside Seek and find the bottom of my soul Find a hole where my demons hide All I want's a peaceful night, but I can't see it, why? Every morning mom weeps and cries, so I don't even try Still she teaches me right, stay humble and be polite But she never saw what I saw on the streets at night I just want to see the light Raise the youth, feed my wife But they're trying to take away my freedom so I need to fight Redesign your feeble mind and read the signs, be advised Either I get it or I'm taking what I feel is mine Cause my life is like the best book you ever read Spent nights listening to Westwood and getting vex My pen writes when I'm depressed cause I never slept Bread or step, lets do it man to man like Red and Meth You can freestyle all day, I make the best songs I'm like an insomniac's bed, can't be slept on The open mics, you know that's where I got my rep from Shady breadders thought they were big, but they were dead wrong Rap for the spitter spitters, and spit for the rappers rappers I rip the rythm to rythms from Britain to Madagascar Listen to lyricists and I'll diss all the backwards acts and dismiss all the k**ing sh** Cause none of that crap should matter Listen, listen You know I'm right, go and find a rapper that's as real as this He couldn't battle the flipping demons that I'm dealing with Everybody says they're the hardest, but even if You envy what I got and you want to swap, we can switch Put on my Air Mac's and walk around a day in my shoes Look at the bare facts and talk about paying my dues You'd realize every bar that I'm saying is true Phoning to cuss any DJ that ain't playing my tunes In a drought, consider me the Guinness Stout No I'm not the biggest or baddest but I'm the illest out His bars might sound good when he spits 'em out But would it mean something if you were looking at it written down? Artist slash terrorist Slash Double P representative Slash the worst rapper you could ever diss Slash activist Slash kidnapper of the president Slash his wrist, leave a flipping slash where his temple is Forget a crep-check, these brothers need their head checked It's like they heard Dead Prez and went deaf Only time they ever push weight is when they bench-press When these DJs act like I don't exist I get vex The pain I harbor burns like phosphorus rain on Gaza They say I'm rather like Che Guevara or Sheikh Osama But Sheikh Osama was Gates, Carter and Regan's partner So we don't rate Osama and neither do we rate Obama Cause more war more guns, that ain't the change we're after They can ask to change the mask, it's still the same commander I'm laying bars so razor sharp I could shave my barber Daily Duppy yeah