How many times can one poor man paint his name on a wall
As managers & teams are paid to write their game on a wall maybe fall
One can feel success & be the best at making a 'mess'
As money makes the rest digress vexed hating the stress
Crowds gather & frown madder than a man about to get a
Clout with a stout jug I'm trunna get out of a state of mind
That makes the ground shudder....Or is it me shuddering
While blathering on about murdering & other things
That have no place running in your daily race
No way! I'm not gunning in your army mate
I can make it pretending I'm fine with a smiley face
Creating til the day that I die I can hardly wait!
Cause I need to rest but I can't, I feel so sleepy though
Please no more robo-horror dreams with C-creepy-0, R2 see-through
& their gang of misfit siths with sabers keeping me away from the
Distant spaces of my sleeping zone.... ...Lucidity
So now I'm classed as an 'MC' because I've spun this talk?
..not much else rhymes with MC - nah they've done it all
& then when you meet one of these MC's they act fake wonderful
Like "ahh I bet your tanks empty bredrin, mines runnin full!"
They're bad for my health yo I don't really feel to ride with these mugs
Fighting in clubs while I'm love struck riding these dubs
I might turn tough & get tarred with the same violent brush
Caa I'm in stealth mode & for now it's them I'm hiding amongst..
..Hiding's for mugs, that's what they'll tell you
But I'm hiding from the dark spirits on my tail dude
Writing hard lyrics sick enough to turn you pail blue
Cause I was in the darkness - now my bright new plan is fail proof
I'll write a legacy unmasking & revealing me
Then fight to blast away their disastrous stupidity
After the violence I'll start to master humility
Training in the art of the deepest, darkest, harshest & vastest... ..Lucidity