(No Ratings Yet)I only recently came across Running Punch (Captain Bukioe and Sherlock Bones) after looking around for more from the…
- My method stays stress-ridden
- Vexed at living at a desk with a Beck’s tipping necking penicillin
- Forgetting sitting spitting with a Bic pen rigid
- Locked tight up in some mind block trying to define lyrics
- Forget getting in it
- Forget getting vexed at the sense and the excess mess of ex-women
- Forget forgiving
- Forget a gender’s hidden
- Forget these cheddar heads who claim they’re heavy repping on some bent gimmick
- Forget trying to please and trying to achieve
- Forget trying hard at this art with my heart on my sleeve
- Forget the practice and progression, recording and compression
- Forget rehearsing verses and forget the first impression
- Forget depression
- Forget the tension and its triggers
- Forget my arteries and liver, lager and liquor
- Forget the dark twisted darn charm of past father figures
- Forget trying to carve my darn image in this bastard businessChorus:
- But I started so I’ll finish
- I just need to leave it be for a sweet minute
- Before I greet the scene and sink my teeth deep in it
- My limit reached? Never
- Just need to breathe and look before I leap innitNow would you think me less of a man if I told you I got home sick?
- And missed the roads we used to roam around looking for bones to pick?
- Or if I told you I was done with trying to bone a bitch?
- And said I’d rather find a bird to settle and get cosy with?
- It’s unchauvinistic like talking about weakness
- I could tell you about my deepest worries creeping but that ain’t appealing
- Or I could tell you about the issues that I’ve had that drove me close to mad
- And left me emotionally broken when I tried to understand them
- Or less abandon that too
- Cause putting that in a tune
- Could really flatten the mood
- And even though I’d be chatting the truth with passion infused
- I could come across as a nuisance who was lacking his screws
- So let me start again and wipe the slate clean
- I could tell you about my hate for a lame scene and fake MCs
- I could tell you about my hate for these fake accents that be apparent
- When half these fake rappers start their rapping
- Nah
- That topic’s been covered enough, I’ll think of others to discuss
- How about puffing skunk or fucking some sluts?
- Or how about I’m set on self-destruct cause I’m stuck in a rut?
- And the area I live in it be rugged and rough?
- Nah
- I need some other stuff, let’s talk about money and cash
- How that money makes us act and how we need that money bad
- How we be, strapped for money, grabbing and blagging for money
- How we be, lacking the money so we be jacking for money
- Nah, them topics are so obvious I need to reassess
- All them stories and them categories have been done to death
- It’s got me wondering a hundred things I hunger to press
- But at this moment in time, I’ll stay hunched at my desk and think
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