(Verse)
Let's go, yo, I got it down to a science, words are weapons, so let's stop the violence, 'cause emcees are like erections when they rap, actin' hard, and then they get jacked, I'm not a gangster when I spit words, the only slug I've ever felt was with Murs, but let it be known, that what you write is trite, I'll clobber an author, now that's what I call a writer's strike, you can say I don't got street credibility, but I do got beats and ability, I know who I am, and I know what I do, so I flow to a jam and explode like a nuke, when it comes to the truth, man, we sayin' it, makin' nonfiction cuts like DJ Eclipse, overcoming obstacles like parkour, to elevate my state in the art form, when I rap, I slam a track like a car door, with more spunk than Terry Funk, gettin' hardcore, words travel through space like prologues in Star Wars, rhymes centralize like bull's eyes on dartboards, that means they're focused, so don't approach this, 'cause I wrote this to blow kids out of the oceans, out of the water, with sounds that'll slaughter any dude in the mood to lose, 'cause I'm hotter, hotter than a model or Vida Guerra's bottom, got a problem, well, I know where you can stick it like Sodom, gettin' screwed over by what's rapped like a condom, you're droppin' off lists, while I'm in the top ten, but not them, no, they're a laughin' stock, while I stock up raps like rations and laugh 'em off, 'cause I got the goods, you all got a bad wrap, yeah, literally, throw the garbage in a trash bag
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024