Guymer Laayd
Marx
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I brought my notebook to write rhymes, but no pen Brainwaves exploding, how can I hold them? Sound so slick, someone else must have wrote them If you left a message then, please leave a note when Compliments bore me, please tell me I'm wack So I can jump up, get behind the mic and attack Let me show and prove that I can body a track I won't stop moving forward, I can't start to fall back Just leave it to me to run rap I tell you like LL that it ain't a comeback My flows like virgins, in that they come fast Destroy stages as a hobby and that's a fun fact I need to make a killing, or better yet a living Search for some peace of mind in the world that I live in 'Cause the psycho psychic phantoms can be so unforgiving Make you drop to your knees and say f*ck it, I give in What the f*ck am I on about? Marx is chatting shit again! As a bane, I used to rip raps at age four And with the chit chat, I start to wage war Tanned through my student loan so I'ma stay poor I could buy food, but I'd rather play tours Please excuse me if I'm feeling pretty confident My creations get played in every continent It comes as no surprise, 'cause it's perfectly cromulent Two vowels please Rachel, and a couple of consonants The countdown to extinction I can't be arsed with rhyming, what's the next Simpsons? I never buy weed, I'd rather smoke yours Toke four, then jump over the Springfield Gorge I'm tryna make a spliff and can't find a place to sit I'm on the toilet, but I don't need to take a shit Pass the Stinging Roger, thanks, I'll savour it Treehouse Six, aw sick, that's my favourite Is a fucking beast episode though When Homer goes in 3D and that It's funny, I sit and think for a second still I'm wasting my life, I'll probably never get a record deal I don't believe in God, so when I pray to the death I will I'm talking to myself, and who cares how the Hell I feel? Dangle it in front of me, sick of these teasers Be Sharps second album, Bigger Than Jesus With different songs for different seasons Professional with these tools, no logic or reason Every move I make is calculated and precise Shattering the scales when detonating the device You seen me on the mic? Then you know I'm pretty nice Got a pretty wife, but you still lead a shitty life How many times a day my name lands in your search bar? And then you see me slay, aw mate, it must hurt, nah? I still approach this like I was writing my first bar Trip over my tongue, not a clue what the words are Guymer laaaaaaaaayd The Notorious MKG 2018
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