Sidelines

[Verse 1]
I got 'em standing static I'm from different fabrics
Ecstatic actor but my thoughts sporadic
Rap addict with no aesthetic added
Local maverick, but my style is always glamorous
Flow is hazardous star status like I'm an asterisk
I'm past average that's accurate like an axiom
I'm past passing up fast cash so better pass me some to gas me up
Went from student to master
Dropped the classroom set a textbook example
On how to answer to the matter at hand
Money gone like the wind
Diploma study won't be funding nothing more than a script
A blueprint on how to live your life inch by inch
And bit by bit you stripped of our innocence
Your inner bliss
Hit or miss with the shot
Lock stock and two smoking barrels bet on the odds
So better your cards when cheddar's involved
Address trend setters far and beyond
With nothing less than a fuck you for all

[Pre-Chorus]
You couldn't face it take you back to basics
I'm the shit you more like anus
My flow is stainless
Trace the greats Picasso vision when my pen creates a painting
HD masterpiece with better track release the more I'm aging

[Chorus]
Like fine wine my life line feel like a "My Time" movie highlight
In hindsight I should abide by only my eyesight
Cats got nine lives they mixed like tie-dye
With lies so bye-bye I'm on the right side so fuck your sidelines
Fuck the sidelines
Feel like this is my time
See me sipping fine wine
Fuck the sidelines

[Verse 2]
Now could I be legendary?
Is this hereditary kinda scary
Rock-a-bye baby beside 2Pac and Jay-Z playing on the telly
So tell me
Am I ready aim is steady locked and loaded got the ammo
Raps are potent like a semi-automatic
Get to clapping in the back of class I'm rapping
Turning textbook into checkbook leave 'em asking how it happen
Flow like magic
Then poof it's back no static raps
Attach a strap like ASAP
I'm after quick maths like I was Big Shaq
No time for this that no time for mishaps
Aline my life and sit back recline and kick back
I light a spliff and
Write these raps like it's my mission
So fuck the system sit back and listen
I'm way too gifted like I was Christmas
You soft like biscuit
I'm hard and twisted like bars in prison
My thoughts malicious
Suspicious witness to my own ambition
Serving dishes of raps nutritious
My mind a piston
Pistol whip your vision perfect precision

[Pre-Chorus]
You couldn't face it take you back to basics
I'm the shit you more like anus
My flow is stainless
Trace the greats Picasso vision when my pen creates a painting
HD masterpiece with better track release the more I'm aging

[Chorus]
Like fine wine my life line feel like a "My Time" movie highlight
In hindsight I should abide by only my eyesight
Cats got nine lives they mixed like tie-dye
With lies so bye-bye I'm on the right side so fuck your sidelines
Fuck the sidelines
Feel like this is my time
See me sipping fine wine
Fuck the sidelines