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letra de cognitive issues - nathone

i’m as mean as a jew
defecate faces after reading the news
catch me in your town centre needing a poo
coz i’m just here to spit my bars and graffiti the loo’s
this joint is the sickest remedy
i just want a bag of sheep for a bit of feta cheese
british no matter what the skin complexion be
the passport is real, but never been to tel aviv
tearing up the green card from the rizla packet
doing fine art when i’m stoned like a lithographic
emcees hit the spliff then become a bit dramatic
that’s not rap that’s cinematic and your crew’s aristocratic
i’m just smoking pot and mingling
as the smoke inside the hot box is lingering
with this attention deficit i should maybe pop a ritalin
like sorry mate what was that again i wasn’t listening
judgement is soon imminent
yet i prepare to fail, and do brilliant
homer if he was a stoner, the true idiot
loner with a flow colder, recluse literate
drunk wigga wid a skunk bifta
i’m not rich but at least i’m not a bum l!cker
want war then come tither
i dance with the skeletons from your closet just to f-ck wit cha
sh-t been stretched like a milky texture
even if i lose a battle they could k!ll me never
i’m a filthy bredda smoother than some silky leather
with them dirty habits that have always been a guilty pleasure
scruffy dad to a lovely lad
used to be an ugly tramp and a chubby tw-t
i don’t have a money stash made from my mummy’s cash
but i get the win if i try like a rugby match

i’m just another avid marijuana smoker
holding stolen goods in my yard and motor
it’s sketchy when you’re h–rding and you aren’t the owner
i’ve seen more possession than barcelona
tuck ya tails when nathones about
it ain’t about getting shift for eight hundred pound
every summer catch my face coloured brown
no one is above the law so we remain underground
never get it handed on a plate honestly
coz i hate properly and break crockery
fire starter but this ain’t prodigy
my pen been magic from the start, sp-ce odyssey
my spirit knows that even if i died or flopped
i lived my god given right with the life i lost
coz the mind and the soul are aligned and crossed
so its never nothing new to think outside the box
my face is bait, the scavenger
who can spit sick bars to an amazing calibre
i bet every other person wanna hate this character
coz i spray on camera like jamie carragher
i came along way since that dead ep
but still that -rs-hole talking sh-t when i get cheeky
producers keep working on them mp3’s
they bang the drum coz they tapped like an mpc
guilty. about the narcotics i misuse
till i remember that my mind and body is in tune
smoke myself stupid yet constantly improve
chonging a big zoot gettin cognitive issues
been about, what’s history to a dinosaur
got em playing to that d-mn tune when i strike a chord
i just wanna leave this mark behind for sure
coz it’s true when they say art is long and life is short

- nathone

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