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letra de count - nathone

i just wanna live
it’s been quiet for too long now, something’s gotta give
reminiscing chonging spliffs
cutting out the opposites and weighing up the positives
as the greedy fiddle with the politics
and the ignorant fear what could a god inflict
penny for your thoughts, but the loyalty costs a quid
there’s no champions when battling’s a dodgy fix
alcoholic author the drunk novelist
set the time and place then let the bottle drift
them emcees only cook if the rock is big
their ‘ass treks’ coz they ‘carry it on foot’ like obelix
the matrix must’ve thought that i was a glitch
coz i’m ‘dope enough’ to еven have em holla biz
my ‘pеns murderous’ so i stay jotting scripts
that ‘body characters at random’ like horror fl!cks
fathered the style then i washed my d-ck
b-st-rd that child then i got the snip
giving mothers milk out to a foster kid
and i always stick my sons drawings on the fridge
i just wanna smoke spliffs and snog my chick
coz we out here having fun plus i’ve got a kn-b to l!ck
and she’s just looking for a frog to kiss
but hopefully it doesn’t matter that i’m not a prince
unclip the bra and get off her tits
icing on the cake and my c-ck is the nozzle tip
lifes summint then you die, what a b-tch
f-ck a deficit i’m coming from behind when i doggy it
them p-ssyhole emcees work in offices
acting like they balling when they pocket pick
it must be f-cked at work when ya boss is cringe..
and every other ‘character is fake’ like the office is
‘hardcore’ like a monolith
coz i ‘war criminals’ like slobodan milocovic
i’m ‘the creator’ like dr bozkonovich
‘it’s a wrap when i speed by’ like a bomb of wiz
my ‘materials brighter than’ a holland kit
and i ‘spur on my team’ like a tottenham yid
‘play through the pain’ like bobby smith
and ‘creatively work for nothing’ like a shot assist
pen a rhyme then i ‘slide like’ djokovic
as my crew ‘kick on forward’ like ostriches
‘nerd with a bird with got tits’ like walowitz
i’m’a ‘work my magic’ in the bits with this box of tricks
i’m ‘hung like’ a gloucester witch
‘defeat your local vandals’ like the gothics did
you can ‘get battered and boxed’ like mcdonalds fish
coz my man ‘roll deeper’ than colossal squid’s
snap your pen with that lobster grip
as you try and find a rhyme that can go for as long as this
i can’t listen to an emcee they’re proper sh-t
especially when their lyrics are a crock like a pot of grits
greeze is not something they can bother with
but pigs can get wrapped up and smoked like sausages
x’em out if we cross a snitch
when they, catch em sleeping like a baby when that rob a crib
get passed the baton, what i drop is sick
coz i only touch the mic if the spot is lit
so i had to come through and pop a cyst
when someone made an offer i cannot resist
still grateful for this pot of p-ss
check the pay pal every day i’m a dollar rich, ayy
but i just wanna get baked like chocolate chips
and get that dough in like a granny with a shopping list

- nathone

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