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letra de tongue bite - mr key & greenwood sharps

[verse 1: mr key]
my prerogative is negative to positive
never give it less, i give it everything i got to give
but if i’m honest i ain’t got a lot to offer kids
unless you want to sit and watch a bitter t-ss-r chop his wrists
to rotten bits, contradictions are my b-ttered bread
‘times it’s better if you b-tton-up and nothing’s said
none the less i’m done with biting on my blessed tongue
time to come when less is none
tighten-up and get it done
i’m a dumb pathetic c-nt
a rotter and a scoundrel
but not the type of hephalump to swallow every mouthful
(oooh!) and i ain’t plottin’ on your downfall
i’m busy getting blissy with my b-ll-cks and a scalpel
so come and take a blood-stained seat inside my mind
pour yourself a pint full of p-ssy white wine
play, pause, stop the tape and rewind
i guarantee that everything will be just fine
come and take a blood-stained seat inside my mind
help yourself to anything that ‘chesca left behind
a mess of minor stresses in a treasure chest of lies
lies decrepit by a pile of half-digested second tries
all reflected in my eyes disconnected from inside
and your ten-a-penny guess’s good as any for the why
i exited the stage, left and stepped into my spine and left a trail of burnt connections spelling everything is fine
is there any dirty diamond shinier than roughage with the glint
it takes a special kind of b-tch to rummage for that sh-t
morbid sense of humor with a stomach full of grit seeks
lover to discover why the f-ck do we exist
and i’ll admit that it’s a plus if you can suck a f-cking d-ck!
come slum it in the pits of my wonderful abyss
i spend summer getting p-ssed-up and messy with my mates
spend my winter penning lyrics in the belly of the snake
and away
and a spring full of wonderful music
i don’t give a f-ck if you judge why i do this
love’s why i do this
love’s why i do this
dig through the pitch-black sludge with my music

[hook: mr key]
love’s why i do this
love’s why i, love’s why i do this
love for the cp team that i move with
love for the crews puttin’ truth in the blueprint
digging through the pitch-black sludge with the music

[verse 2: dirty dike]
there’s no trust left in my head, (zilch)
i’ve come to suffering inside
head correctional mess
it’s all a pattern, and i reckon if correctional-less
my inner introspective of everything could definitely rest
i step and eject
the questions are irrelevant yes
but i ain’t here to be your mechanism
get some respect
i check a mega-rhythm carved within the meaning of my purpose here
your words are clear
every time you speak it’s like a blur from here
your thinking deep or merely learning on the surface
cause me, i’ll need a reason in peace, belief and purpose here
certain fear, sits within a box i keep it locked
you see me nod to beats and speaking lost to box the feelings off
you see me watching you, watching me but whose the guilty one
cause i for once ain’t got the life or bricks enough to build me one
you feel me nah?
well never will you wonder in my brain
or walk to pick the demographics, emptiness and pain
i haven’t changed i’m the same as i was
have a fl1cker through the pages if you want to dig the pain i forgot
and if you slip away well hey another favourite gone
i’ll be six feet laying as they’re playing my song

[hook: mr. key & dirty dike]

loves why i do this
loves why i, loves why i do this
love for the cp team that i move with
love for the crews putting truth in the blueprint
digging through the pitch black sludge with the music
loves why i do this. loves why i do this
love for the smb gang that i move with
love for the crews putting truth in the blueprint
digging through the pitch black sludge with the music

[ronnie bosh]

it’s still claws and front t–th and still warm the sun keeps
still taught to not talk but still waters run deep
so sleep
when you awake on the glade
i’ll be eight days away making hay in the shade so
lay waste, it’s better in the long run
what son? it’s all elementary for pond sc-m
what’s done’s finished
and festers in the archive
pencilling a dark line sketching in a past life
i see them questioning my art, why?
if any cunny want to test then put your money where your bars fly
i’m far sighted
guys i’m past hyping
sharp as white lighting finding dark sky rims
well f-ck it never mind him
a fine set of pipes and a mind ever rising
nice kid, sh-t, but much less obliging
unfettered eye light floods and i’m blinded
tried winding, wasn’t really on it kid
tried to find the point in writing joints but don’t know what it is
see my prerogative was formed in a metropolis
tempers hot as sh-t yet portraying the opposite
on some bosh comma sh-t
got the piff and the motley squad that i’m rockin’ with
got a pot to p-ss in, but you already knew this
so imma let him tell you just precisely why i do this

[hook: mr key, dirty dike & ronnie bosh]

loves why i do this
loves why i, loves why i do this
love for the cp team that i move with
love for the crews putting truth in the blueprint
digging through the (digging through the) sludge with the music
loves why i do this. “yo’ why i do this”
love for the smb gang that i move with
love for the crews putting truth in the blueprint
digging through the pitch black sludge with the music

- mr key greenwood sharps

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