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letra de everyone - jam baxter

verse 1 [jam baxter]:
it’s all circular boxing
it’s all kicking off in the maggot tank
first to the top wins the world in a box
in my personal lodgings i lurk with my goblins
preserved in the toxins, i burn when i’m cotching
who am i to stop the big shots from stomping?
i ain’t king kong, i’m conking
i make hip hop and watch my witch doctor waft in
p-ssed off, i’ve clocked that sh-t scott
i’m watching
i clock the long limbs of the law
box kids in the jaw
watched england at war
got p-ssed as we all got rinsed and ignored
bombs blister the floor man, i’m watching
but i’m still kinda lost in this, bruv
where the f-ck are we?
some barely struggle, some brehs will muscle free
some brehs will buckle
some brehs will run at speed, i jog when i have to
stare at the sun and scream
watch when i catch you
prepared for the coming siege
locked in my statue
spare me your f-ckin’ breeze
something seems amiss
f-ck the bleeding wrists
somewhere underneath the thick slime hides the key to this
like a g of sniff, hides the same shriek of p-ss
miners, minus the feeling in their t–th and lips
so feed your weaknesses
i need a cheaper fix
give me a beat and i’ll be free ’til the needle skips

verse 2 [dirty dike]:
something happened today
the plan to escape became fact in a magical place
i’m backing away from panic in a pacifist state
the anarchist days are back is what the -n-lysts says
back in the day, i’d act like a freak looking clever
act deep with the baxter and keep it together
but these days i jack it in, keep it whatever
it seems that this rapping thing’s beating my head up
mcs get jealous, i put goo in their mind
if an mc’s jealous he ain’t doing it right
run your own game
f-cking no name pr-ck
have you got no shame?
but it’s ok, sh-t
you see what i mean?
maybe it’s just needless to see
these p-n-s mcs can suck on all the deepest i speak
i ain’t gonna say it, but i’m thinking it what?
you ain’t got the b-lls to rap with all the honesty i’ve got

verse 3 [fliptrix]:
check check it
yo
i do my thing, i don’t get framed and it’s picturesque
i blow the gates off of heaven with a single breath
call me doctor finesse
flow’s gonna stop breaths
like monsters stomping on chests
f-ck the feds with their wrongful arrest
i’ve got an eighth bag of cess in my sock and that’s blessed
i’ve got a lot to do yet
bliss ain’t reality, we’re all just surviving
truth sinking in like
drugs in the stomach lining
eyes dilate
destructible mind states
high and still rising
with no summer rising
you’re coming down like the suns on horizons
spit a moment twisted by thunder and lightning
no wonder you’re frightened
stuck up in this world full of s-x, drugs and violence
fully vibrant
pretty rhymes to tyrants
sitting here, man yeah the sirens seem timeless

verse 4 [verb t]:
it’s verb t, the ghost in the sh-ll
leaving compet-tion all roasting in h-ll
fools can’t manage, they’re emotionally frail
i’ll organise your wake, and then host it as well
with very special guest, jam baxter
we’ll tear you apart with your wack -rs-
the way you flip the beat
wow, that’s art-
istry, yeah it’s spineless
the license to drive ’em insane when i’m blowing out clouds through my sinus
find i’m in prime condition with the rhyming
when i’m on the beat, flipping keys like linus[?]
right fist right to your jaw make your spine twist
my sharp tongue can cut diamonds
f-ck writing, i’m sketching with your mum letching
[?]
watch me caress this
meanwhile your dad force you to play wrestling

verse 5 [dr. syntax]:
don’t call it a comeback
my style’s still sharper than a thumbtack
guaranteed that i’ll be bringing heat just like a sun trap
so pick a beat and let me bust raps
i’ve got the industry acting like young lads
their minds stuck on one track
it’s mister benny huge back with an extended crew
should be getting credit due, from leicester to belarus
i make you grimace like the cheapest vodka
so stop trying to find fault with how i serve you like a secret shopper
you know you can’t knock it
i’m dope as narcotics
haters are no hopers, like they go to art college
they got me sardonic, think i flop?
far from it
everything you’ve heard up until now was just to start off with
the mood’s switching as soon as the tune kicks in
even recent abuse victims are soon chilling
i’ve got crews bricking it, cos every time this dude’s spitting
a teeny bopper rapper has a break down like [?]

verse 6 [mr. key]:
i leave the latch on heavens gate open for my closest heads
sniff and smoke and drink and spit with jokes until i go to bed
choked and bled, i’m dry
but left alive, i guess i tried my best
life and death cycles get decided in your final breath
simon says
metal giants like it’s rodney brooks
could’ve done a lot of good, but f-ck it i’m a rotten crook
watch me, got ’em hook lined and sinker her like a fisher price
thinking like i’m different, like it matters if i give a sh-te
what happened?
civilised as savages with slitty guys
or marriages in pretty white or paris in the spring
we find our happiness in living lies
life’s adapting to this sh-t
i tried staring at the phantom in the mirror like
“aw f-ck, another grubby b-st-rd i can’t trust”
he’s mush, hard luck
heat up your disgust and adjust
it’s survival of the fittest here
make my final wishes crystal clear as i disappear

- jam baxter

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