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letra de real talk - mcroy (grime)

[verse 1: mcroy]
so you want the new sh-t?
pr-pr-prove it, make time for the music
spit bars and abuse it, lose it
hit hard in the music
get the fuse lit
pick far and i move it
we’re part ae’ the movement
there’s a few thick trick
far from improvement
it’s a quick fix at heart cause i’m cruisin’
ditch picks far for amus-m-nt
a solution but a was the one losing my sight
an illusion, a new line, approving a few rhymes ‘n’ a moved shrines
proving a blew dimes ‘n’ abused minds
but then the news brings, worry, hatred
a never knew ‘hings
never sunny is blatant we never used signs
to encourage the ways to remove blinds
but onto news things
hurry let’s take it, make it
quick get gank an’ i’ll bake it
grate it, hit bongs till i’m not vacant
gazing tae’ the stars, f-ck a placement
raging that a find maself in amazement
that am chasin’ tae’ the top but i’m racing in a flock
but i’m pacing non-stop till i’m blazing it’s a spot that i’m takin’
waiting for the lightning striking
hit hard, i’m a t-tan when it’s dark am no frightened
see the spark igniting, brightening
take part it’s the timing that i’m fighting
combining for the liking
confining tae’ the lining
subsiding wae’ the vipings
big scar like the vikings
glitch far fae the star’s star ‘n’ i made aw my ‘ain ‘hings
but then ma’ mate rings
he said, “what’s happening’, bro?”
a said, “nothing, man, actin’ casual, average-oh, waiting for the gr-ss tae grow, it’s magical – f-ckin’ fantas-tas-tastical”
a particle running through the martian road
hardly hope, when the wind starts tae’ blow
a start tae’ go straight till i park the boat late
am i supposed to know fate?
but wait, don’t forget regret
i’ve met death, don’t upset the nest
you’ll get decked, don’t effect my rest
i’ve slept best and i owe my recipe
i prep fresh on the best of me
no trend set so i only investigate tae’ find less of this treachery for you tae’ eventually come for some real talk
when i block wae’ a top dog, c-ck off till i knock off
in a drop-top, blast off wae’ the past off in a hot box [?] ‘n’ he backed off when i knock, knock (ha)
so cough, cough when the blitz hard and the cops stop
locked off when the lungs hard and they burst, pop
must stop when been worked hard and i boss fall
misplaced what a had ‘n’ laughed
mistakes wae’ the chance that a had
p-sstakes wae’ the lads and a rapped
had breaks and i crash a land
quick gaze tae’ the past in a trance
done everything once, twice, three times
live another sheet life
scheme fights, never took a start
never seen right
ever looked afar tae’ the dream life
lose yersel’, never seek time to hate suhin’
working tae’ the plays hurtin’
must take bird-ins, ye’s taking nuhin
burst brain for the fakes who stay runnin’
worst place for the few who keep comin’ wae nuttin’
but cr-p
backchat, smack bang, left dead on the path
open mouth, get fed fae’ the bat
i said to the rat, “don’t test, i’m the bad”
waitin’ for the feds to p-ss, goat’ plenty gr-ss
twenty fast, skin up ‘n’ a blessed the plants
rest ma’ hands, stand up ‘n’ a stretch the demands
never gonna be one to detest ma’ chance
never ever, shoulda’ covered it the fact
i deliver, i’m a k!ller, liver transmitter
for the dark thriller ‘n’ the spark shimmers
‘n’ it starts shimmers, no art for the sharp figures (sharp figures)

- mcroy grime

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