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Jordan Robson - Pipebomb

JordanRobson on November 22, 2012 21:04

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    Lyrics

    guess who's back and has his hands on a mic
    the boy whos like dynamite, dies with a mic
    always in your mind but always out of sight
    a voice so dark but a beat thats so bright
    eyes that make you shiver, cry me a river
    killing another liver as I stand and deliver
    this rap isn't poetry, this music isn't a song
    the only thing you see is me and a pipe bomb
    this is war on terrorism, me I'm a soldier
    scorching this mic, come closer and I'll scold ya
    breathing fire, call me a flame thrower
    burning your face and then I hit a little lower
    me I've got a thick skin, you can't see beyond my eyes
    I bet you feel victimised when I look at you with demise
    despite the fact that I'm an undisputed champion
    you have every right to be afraid, thats just my ambience

    I'm hungry, my need for the game is starved
    we playing hunger games hide me behind bars
    fend for ourselves, we feed on the weak
    is it any wonder people are afraid to sleep
    notoriously, I know I ain't no B I G
    but before I D I E, I'll savage this M I C
    show it all my teeth, make the circuit bleed
    swallow a microphone for dinner and my deserts an emcee
    my stomachs empty, you can hear it growling
    and as I lurk in the darkness, you can see me smiling
    you can see the warning, blood dripping from my mouth
    if your a fake emcee, I'll chew you up and spit you out
    I don't care where you from, its what you about
    so step up your game or step the fuck out.
    thats how I bounce back, Me I never feel suppressed
    despite being hated by many and loved by less
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    I'm sick of this shit, reaping my lyrics
    mediocre lyricists giving money kisses
    a banging beat and a flow off guard
    this music is a hobby but for me its my art
    you can never touch me, my flame always burns
    rhythm and poetry, in school I never learnt
    got through English with all what I could write
    blood as my ink and a microphone, thats die-na-mic
    I'll die with a mic, stab you with it for a wound
    I'm lethal when I touch this, call me MC Spoon
    scoop out your worst night mares, bring them to life
    leave them at your bedside for you to find at night
    I'm dark, guess I have a sick and twisted mind
    that only shines when fucks wanna cross my line
    on my time, I always pounce on my rhymes
    giving music for the deaf and vision for the blind.

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