Sleep (feat. Kitcha) [Drum and Bass Version]

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Greenwood Martin

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(I'm a killer I'm a beast
I could do this in my sleep)
Mad scientist
I'm back with that violent shit
Bump this inside ya whip and
Side swipe a cyclist
Different type of fish
We ain't in the same pond
I kill it bro the names bond
Don't ask me where the license is
Keep the pen game tighter than a pythons grip
You see the jet flames flying out the biro tip
Blowing out the speakers
In your household appliances
Strike em with the iron fist and
Slice em with a tridents tip
Ay yo I gotta keep the fires lit
Entire room cloaked in mist
When I light the spliff
No lie I'm dropping drone strikes
When I hold mics the flows nice
You can get your shit  toasted on both sides
Come and hear the divine thoughts of a mind warped
I'm here to stay like
Red wine poured on a white floor
I feel like I'm surrounded by
Carbon based life forms
Who are stuck in a time warp
With nothing to die for
So I stay darker than Kylo Ren
Pyrotechnics coming out the end of my biro pen
Like spyro breath
F*ck a blunt I might roll ten
But still keep my head high
It's like my spine won't bend my minds so zen
I'm meditating with this pen and paper
I get creative with Mary Jane
In my generator
Build up a j and fill the pages
Like it's second nature
Words racing round my brain inside the echo chamber
Wreck the place step on stage
And press the detonator
I make it resonate
I call this one the heaven maker
Send em straight to god
Forget the hand I was dealt
I'll take a shot claim the pot
And flip the table top
Dangerous like storing
Razors in a baby cot
Make it hot f*ck a penny
You should start waiting
For this hand grenade to drop
Creativity's a curse and I can't
Make it stop
(Make it stop)

I do this in my sleep
You couldn't do this with
A pistol to your cheek
Even when I'm catching z's
Counting sheep I'm a killler
I'm a beast I could do this
In my sleep
I do this in my sleep
You couldn't do this with
A pistol to your cheek
Even when I'm catching z's
Counting sheep I'm a killler
I'm a beast I could do this
In my sleep

I stay snapping necks
Cashing cheques cracking heads
Smashing sets
Come get your balance checked
Deranged archer aiming
Flaming arrows at your head
Shadow guest the hand of death lurking in your tarot deck by
I've been waiting for the chance
To get my hands around your
Fragile neck and snap it like
A carrot show some damn respect
You better show some heart
The show starters got some frozen bars 
To blow your whole apartment into broken shards
I stay neck snapping cheque cashing
Head cracking set smashing
Arms above my head chanting
Let's have it get frantic
Smooth like Michal Jackson
In a red jacket
Hotter than your friends attic
Get em ecstatic when
I hit with this pen magic
Anything you start with me
Is gonna end tragic
I'm rapping verses to put
Rappers in hearses
Spectacular wordsmith casting
Elaborate curses like
Back to that first shit I'm
Deadly with this pen damn it
Pandemic level panic
Spreading when I let em have it
You better step it back
I get it clacking like academics
With automatic weapons
In their trench jackets
Keep it one hundred percent savage
My shit will get you foot nodding
And your head tapping
F*ck a trend I ain't jumping on
The next wagon reject fashion
Dispense acid the best at it
Jets crashing in my mind
Every time I grip the mic
Drifting through the sky
Like I never heard of kryptonite
Think I might
Stop it there you know bro
(Make it stop)

I do this in my sleep
You couldn't do this with
A pistol to your cheek
Even when I'm catching z's
Counting sheep I'm a killler
I'm a beast I could do this
In my sleep
I do this in my sleep
You couldn't do this with
A pistol to your cheek
Even when I'm catching z's
Counting sheep I'm a killler
I'm a beast I could do this
In my sleep

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