Stop Stressin

[Verse 1]
I'm iller than a chup-a-chups blunt wrap
This ain't gangster or gun rap
I think of rhymes while I'm sat in the pub mashed
Scratching my nutsack
Through my pocket with my hands on my bus pass
So I don't care if you've mastered the thug act
You ain't even worthy of bein slapped [?]
So I definitely never will be blasting your dub tracks
Your lyrics are pointless like taking a bat to a punchbag
Or a junkie going jogging just after they took smack
You really need to cut it out like an ugly rough lass
With gum trapped in her moustache
My rap standard's high calibre
Fat chatter, right mangler
Crap rapper's hype canceler
Criminal minded but I never follow
My first instinct
While you weren't thinking
I was tryna blurt wisdom
While you was purse pinching
I was verse scribbling
Doin' the graft like a nurse fixing
A burn victim

[Hook x2]
It's Sinoptic
And every track I rap I drops rep in
I bring facts to grasp I'm not messing
So sit back relax and stop stressin'

[Verse 2]
I'll persevere 'till my name is heard and feared
My words are fierce
My verses pierce
A person's ears
Like I hurled a spear
I spit bars like orange pips and roxettes
Screw face like a snob that sniffed a dog's bed
I'm just a cocky kid that jots text
Yeah I'll jump on your track just to contradict your concept
Got ya thinking what's next?
I like to drop some shit that's complex
And watch a penny drop
I never stop missing peeps, wreck a spot
Twisting up a 3 litre, the devil's dog
True to the art like graf writers tagging in a confession box
Off the wall like 10 green bottles
I'm not a preacher or an apostle
When I grip a mic minds get boggled
Make you realise your crew's full of fake fucks
Like a dry sex brothel
Sick of rusty rappers talking in the past tense
I don't care you done this since back when
My mum was my dad's friend
You was wack then
Fewer lines wrote in my pad
As I chew my biro 'till it cracks
But my words'll be undiscovered like the suicide note of a mad stupid pyromaniac