Grime - Locksmith

Yo!

Everybody want to be a god

Everybody want to be a deity

Everybody want to cling on to the Earth

Nobody want to break free of thee

Mental jail that is meant to jail what the lower side of your potential self

Whatever sent you there will extend and pale

It can perish into your eventual hell

FAILED

Nothing is special, they press you they stress you

They force you to give up and follow it

Rappers they bicker and beef all for nothing

They fight with eachother like catholics and protestants

Seven extra books, aggression cooks and noone expects to look

Underneath what is known to the streets

Until its blown out of proportion like a portrait that I paint

Trapped in a quaint little hold and the rich

Where the skinny niggas die and you can’t fly

Out of the cage until I stepped on the stage

And I let my emotions comply

with a similar sentiment to the spirit that was given to independent mindframe

Niggas claiming that they willing to ride and sacrifice any vice my advice get

out my frame

They just keep rapping about money and bottles and models and mottos

And hallows and how they just copped a new yacht and a

But what does it worth if you shallow?

How do you swallow and bury the truth

Living out your life, vicarious through

Me but that’s meaningless niggas keep dreaming this

Thinking they can be sharing this too, I

Intur when it’s infered that I’m in first 'till I emerse than they inverse what

has been purged on a large scale

Auction and sell another lost soul that they can pimp worst

Worst case is the worst eight

Minutes spent on a couple new songs in the first place

That you never should have listened to

This is what we different do

People talk about it want to limit you

Living with a little bit of a chip on my shoulder

They really want me to slow it but I’m focused on my ingame

If you really think about it every stage I was doubted but the faith in my self,

it was ingrained

Every cell, every membrain

Every failure I sustain

I been dealing with a lot of adversity but my lyric diversity got me jugded in

a whole another light, let me explain

What another might do they get claps and praise

Do the same get attacked with a match and blaze

Passion plays a part my detach from craze

Niggas tryna drag me into a trap they laid

Give a fuck about your accolades

Acts of rage, spitting to a bastard’s face

Bash his face

Leave him with an aftertaste

A massive case of being pissed off 'cause I’m past his pace