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Concept Of Thought
Featuring(s) : Ed Scissor
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[Illiterate] It's just another day wasting change, trying to get to grips with this Tipsy kids still spitting sick when his lips are stitched If you're shit, you're getting binned quick Like a bit of liqourice inside a Pick-n-Mix, I'm sick of it Stop the bickering cause nobody is listening And if you're whack you're gonna get snapped like a brittle stick Penning raw, I'm forming a metaphor, clever draw Concept of Thought, we're forever raw See a severed corpse fall from the heavens' court Man I beckon storms when I stand next to falls It's the Devil's war, time to surrender For crimes been committed and my mind's the offender Slice of dementia, roll dying with a vengeance Is it luck or is just divine intervention? Life is descending Five dimensions collide when I light up a Benson It's time for my meds soon [Awfer] I'm nothing special, in fact I'm a normal kid That likes to write rhymes at night when I'm bored of shit Bored of this, shitty little town I've been brought up in If this weren't reality, I would have bought some wings Strapped ‘em to my back and flown straight to where the border is I ain't talking shit man, I'm raw like abortion is Or torching an orphanage, I want more than this Feeling boxed in like contortionists, my story is I was born to spit, grab my sword and grip I've got more to give, every thought I think is stored in this Sstrange little brain of mine My frame of minds' debating life, I ain't afraid to laugh, I ain't' afraid to cry So raise your glass and I‘ll raise the mic I wanna take hip hop to a greater height And take pride in the way I write to the sky All around the world to the stage and glide [Frankie Stew] I've been searching Write my verse in third person, I'm learning Time my life, I burn perspect No one ain't perfect, working ain't worth it And I worked that out on my day job, the rain drops splattered on my feet I've learnt two things, you'll never find happiness for free The other's undiscovered from the pattern in my speech Just another case of matching my defeat Trapped inside the scene if you're acting by the sea Change your ways and I stay the same faith Play the game and the day to make haste Spray your name upon trains to make mates If you crave the fame then it's basic You gotta go against the grain, because the iller the written raps The bigger the scene claps C.O.T. , we bringing it back, so what? What? C.O.T. , we bringing it back [Edward Scissortongue] Yo, it's just another day for rituals and routines Another day of sunbeams and moonbeams on horizons, sights are too deep Another day for peeps to populate streets Another day for businessmen on tubes rocking a tie and a two piece Another day to open my eyes, direct my sight to the skies To see it's pissing down, man it's gloomy Another day to think: ‘f*ck work, make a call, pull a sickie Sit in my pants and watch B-grade movies' Another day to blaze skunk, another day to get drunk Another day to eat junk, another day to make love But that's it, if you reflect upon it honestly I'm sick of all these deep and meaningful philosophies Cause man was an ape, ape became man Man became twats, whackness began, yeah? God was a twat if he existed and that Man I'm sick of all this deep evangelistical crap Just another day for junkies to score their fix Just another day for paedos to perve on kids Just another day for Scissortongue to flip some scripts Another day for Hollyoaks at half past six Another day for every godforsaken clock to tick Another day for semi-skimmed on my Weetabix Another day to get my penis licked by some sleazy chick Till I'm creaming jizz on her greasy tits For real
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