BLEED

Verse 1 - BIRTH
Do you reckon that when I was nothing but stardust travelling, sat on the back of a galloping meteor blasting it's way towards this earth

A product of all of the spores riding with me would make it as far as from feeding on creatures for billions of years to a situation accommodating my birth?

What are the odds and what are the chances, who would've thought and who has the answers, I put my faith into every stanza written, I spit it, recite it and master

Go to my bedroom and lay it all down, shape it into the most brilliant sound, mix it, export it and beam into your ears, give you the power to shake up the ground

Credit where credit is due, I am grateful for every calorie from every mammary to every plant and animal that's life was extinguished so I could be fed with a plateful I

Take a breath for those that sacrificed that liberty and I wait for death to be like "boi you made some history"

This way more than a gift to me, Speak nice or swig some Listerine
For now tho, I'm dishing out blessings like I was your great auntie histamine

From history to the mystery of what killed the last bit of bitch in me and delivered unto you the beast, I'm 'bout to expose what you'll need to rival this see...

Sweat and tears looking crystalline
But young G I've yet to see you...

Bleed

Verse 2 - LIFE
Take a look at me now, my life is crazy, parents weren't the only ones that could make some beautiful babies but from the hearsay I hear and officious documentation I definitely could have taught 'em some things about how to raise 'em

It's getting harder for me to not wanna say something
Harder for me to wanna keep the drama at bay but I'm running up a bill for ink and spraying on the page before I run up with Bill an' the t'ing n say fuck it and spray something, say something, pray something don't fuck up my day and I fuck up your existence and leave not a forensic trace brother

I told you I got lyrics for days and not to mention that other shit to make sure that ya bitch ass'll stay under

Certain man front like they're tough but when they see me, run and hide
Must've just been in a rush, the speed they flee when they see I

Get up wherever the fuck that I want to
One SMS and then homie, we on you
Pack up artillery, plug your capillaries
Level wherever it is that you've gone to

I cannot see why you think I'd allow you
You pray to God that I'm fake and all mouth, you
Probably should also be hoping I ain't got the mates or the cash to see you taken out

(3s)
But take a minute to consider giving it a little bit of thinking, have a premonition, spilling innards in a kitchen is a mission when the mince is bringing skimmings of attention

Either way, guess I'mma have to get dirty
Put every window of your fucking car through
Then when you're screaming out "What the fuck?!"
People'd think you're a blunt, way I roll up and spark you

Might even think you're a bong when I light you up take out the metal and smoke you

My ones are just like some VIP passes
There ain't a zone that they won't go through

Me though, I open up avenues everything that I see fit for me, homie, I get
Gotta admit you're also kinda talented
When there's no water, you still can get wet

Pen or the Metal whichever is closest to solving problems for me, I'm finna see
Homicide is a diplomacy, No disagreements when there's no-one to disagree

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Verse 3 - AFTERLIFE
Bleeding me dry and I know that you've killed me and it's apparent the battle is lost
Everyone else that's affected is wondering whether the consequence is worth the cost
They're at a loss, vessel is tossed
Six feet beneath or it's scattered as dust
Dead and buried may be one thing I am but until I am finished my spirit is not!

Think for a moment that after I die that my vision of pushing the limits is with me?
Think for a moment if you didn't feel me you'd even be bothered to still be here listening?
Maybe you'd just accept death over bringing about all the changes that you wanna see
Maybe your hope for reality's dwindling, don't let that be what divides you from me

My destiny is eternal so death could never ever be an opponent of mine
Matter of fact every word that I've spat has been one from the soul or heart or mind of mine
Never will I have a need for a ghostwriter 'coz I know people will beg me to write
Scripts for them coz my penmanship is precious and homie I ain't even turned 25

Do I sound like someone that got a C in GCSE English coz homie, I am
Language and literature, do you think Dappy could hold up a torch to this fam, are you mad?
Matter of fact C's the best grade I got and when I went to college, I scraped up a pass
Tell me again how curriculum matters and grades could define on the level I'm at

Tell me again who decides what I make myself
Tell me again who decides if I hate myself
Fucked if the answer you mentioned was anyone special coz specialty, I've yet to see
Come to think of it, you're Fucked if you mentioned anybody other than Toumi, my bred/rin, and just in case you don't yet know who you're listening to, give you a hint, well that brutha is ME

[Extended Version]
Just in case you're wondering who's a wannabe out of their league, well that's probably YOU
Writing out bars that you need to get lit to spit or to get tipsy because they're all POO

Full-on embarrassment knowing you're in too deep before you would even dare to compete
My poetry can bring tears to the soulless, those without talent to do go and teach

Those who take losses too early too quickly give up like a bitch and then lose out on glory
I ain't promoted myself in some years, my last album ain't profit but do I sound worried?

Or does it sound like I don't give a shit, this my passion you pussy so go dial a barrister
Skillful enough to even have you listening while delivering assault to your character
Pick you apart 'til I make you pretend that you don't know I'm talking about you, you bitch, coz
How in the fuck would you think to explain doing fuck all about a lambasting like this

Just see how long you can keep that shit up, go and chat that you ain't heard this verse before, sake!
I know some bitches you've slept with that personally described that shit as, quote: "A mistake"

Always been a lover, gullible, a sucker lots to say but keep it hush when I snuff
Reckon I'd sit there and bring up someone else's kid, let me think bout it, Ha! would I FUCK!
Leave it to them pussywhipped mother-suckers who pay for my shit when we chat that we're broke
Same ones that think when they're lending out cash, it's a decent substitute for being a bloke

Same ones who'd cry out their poor little eyes if they knew bout the pussy still whipped by me, bro
Shook ones who beg that when getting on my mistakes they do their best to try not let me know
Patsies who still think that "taking the bab to his grandparents" somehow means I won't be there
Goes to show how much you think that you know someone, honestly kidda tho, why should I care?