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letra de no way out - clarky

no way outv

verse 1:
ahh…… let it be said;
only the ‘intelligent’ men; can try to step; to the best; – …..
…. -and even then? -they; tread carefully (heh!) (why?)\
many men know that -i’ll -sever the head; of any;
medeling pests -who protest;
i ain’t ready for;-whatever be next! am i the remedy? -yes!
-but you’d never guess who!.. the diabetic head;
with high sugar tests -and red eyes; blessed; but with -a messed mind;
cleverly dressed; sniffing ket from his bedside! …..
cah i hate the world i’m living in!…

im chilling in my house
pouring dizzle in my mouth;
pilling out.. sounds like i give a sh-t!

its k!lling cah im wishing i could help
even just a little bit.. but im too lazy..
and inconsiderite! ive considered it” …
but ive just lit a rip and decided id
rather smoke a spliff and just live with it!

hook: (8)
its mad how my tracks still get no plays, how?
okay, so gage now what’s the plan? (yeah?)
wraps.. raps.. cocaine.. clouds..
i’m back on my back; there’s no way out! (x2)

verse 2:
jhesus
i got no memory left!..
cah i smoke so much weed; that,-
-im wheezing-with – every breath; …..
ive ingested a measurement;-
-of cocaine and ketamine; and thats; infected-
-my chest and im left with unheavenly phlegm! …
-my right lungs collapsed; and my brain feels downsized….. d-mn

my head is a mess……
s’why im glad to be out mine..
i think the anaesthetics wearing off but im daring no doubt i;-
-swear it; i ain’t caring bout the downside!
i’m lonely and broke….
bruddas think it’s funny….
but its only a joke when you standing on the outside!!! …
b-tch! well now im about mine!
yeah, d-mn right! you all know that its about time!
what other artist do you know; -to go
his hardest when he goes; -and throws
a cold flow down like! ahhhhh

hook: (8)
its mad how my tracks still get no plays, how?`
okay, so gage now what’s the plan?
wraps.. raps.. cocaine.. clouds..
i’m back on my back; there’s no way out! (x2)

verse 3:
-sh-t..-i feel i’ve hit rock bottom
i dont even like my own rhymes when i jot em!
bruddas i’ve forgotten look to me as if they; blame,-
-me cos we had the same habits then i lost em!

…… or maybe cos i’m not em! …
f-ck it, i ain’t worried for your troubles; b-tch!….
i’d rather give em shovels.. and tell the c-nts to dig!
don’t gas now; i’m the motherf-cking king!

come off it.. i ain’t stopping; till, -my kidneys fail at twenty-three!
(wahhh?!) … and maybe they’ll bury me; with, a-
new-future-headstone that plays my past mp3’s
so even when im gone i’ll p-ss you off in the cemetary!

and maybe if i die; then i’ll get noticed; then; ……
fans’ll cherish dead me… so know this; when;
i hold a pen but dont speak its not cos i dont wanna
its cos you ain’t ready for the words that would follow!

hook: (16)
its mad how my tracks still get no plays, how?
okay, so gage now what’s the plan?
wraps.. raps.. cocaine.. clouds..
i’m back on my back; there’s no way out! (x4) [fading out]

- clarky

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