Burnt Out Bars

Yo I gotta write bars, but I gotta keep it quiet
People tryna sleep, yo there's people here tired
I'm the opposite, yeah I can't sleep - wired
If I tried that, nah I wouldn't bat an eyelid

Smoke fills the air of the lane where I live
Nikes hanging there; ominous from the wires
Open up your mind if I have to use pliers
Call me plane maing, cos I spit them fires

Flow? Yo it gush like geisers
If these cunts kings, I'm an emperor - Keiser
Named after one; destined to be a writer
Not mutually exclusive: lover and a fighter ...

... Hair tugger and a biter, lover of vagina
Hear it's nice in China, more than just a rhymer
You don't wanna try bruh
Nah you don't wanna try bruh ...

What you think the song's over?
Hell no son, I'm knocking MC's over
Over... yeah done for: dead
Leaving burn marks on tracks I tread

Done being poor, yo I stacks that bread
Just penning spits, kicking backs in bed
Like uh - spliff's gone to my head
Lines gone cheap as my eyes gone red

Penning stoner script like the cunt who wrote Ted
Like I'm heavy like the shit, but they dense like lead what

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