Mad

[Intro: KarimThaPeasant talking]

"With your bashment horns like no one cares about that"
Like, shut up, obviously, first and foremost
But if that's what they actually think that
Like a lot of American ears might think that
You have to listen to that song and tell me I can't spit!
Fuck off!

[looms. replies]

Go on then....

[Verse 1]

Mountains in the distance
Dreaming of commitment
Drugged up on persistence
Hooked up on your presence

Mountains in the distance
This one's for the children
This one's for the children
Tell them this one's for the children

I go hard on a beat
Reckless flow so I can set fire to the beat
So cold with the heat
So low in my seat
Sinking in
And thinking it
And deeping it
Will get better
Tearing up this letter
Writing up this treasure
Just so i can
Write a classic
Fuck a bad bitch
Living lavish
That is what I do
You
Talk the maddest
Do the least
Running deets
No thats no cool
Ive seen all this happen before
They thirsty for money they're poor
So when they see me cashing cheques
From buying creps that i know they cannot afford

[Chorus]

They get mad
So fucking mad
They get mad

What with the money and the clothes and the hoes
They get madder madder madder

What with the g's and the team and the dream
They get madder madder madder

[Verse 2]

Chilling with them man up in them magazines
Dabbing with them man you pay to see
I mean
I guess I'm just above your scene
Lane of my own
First class planes to Rome
I came to roam
I came to conquer
I came to see
Whether I could be
The man they'd pay to speak
In rhythm
Kill em with my sound
Kill em with my self confidence
Even on a rainy day
I'll still glow
Even when the clouds are out
I'll still grow
Even when they wish to bring me down
I'll still go down in history
If I keep loving myself they way they don't want me to
Run me back play me two
Times
One for the flow and once for the bars
Put one up to the stars
For the ones up in the stars

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

Im pulling strings
Running tings
Boy I am the plug
Im selling things
Winning big
Boy Im the one
Send a boy
Cop a drop
Boy I am the pin
I keep a bit
I spend a bit
Never ever split
I stay hella hella lit
Thru the sweat and the grit
They never step where i sit
They only ever eat what they shit
I only got 3 words on the shit

[Chorus]

[Outro]

Easy, Easy Christo, Easy, Easy
Too calm
Title track tings

Mad