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the Decibels

Score: 4
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Played: 62

Album:

The Bart Thurber Sessions

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[Verse 1] After a three year hiatus reading legislative papers Taking no kind of favours, trying to get me on the A-List I made it through the noise of my neighbours Here to bring you the cadence I’m claiming everything I’m owed, I’m a lyrical bailiff Who gives a fuck if the radio decides not to play this? I am done with complaining Cos when it’s raining through the storm I am sailing This is not a practice, not a drill, prep or training This is real and I saying how feel So I guess I wear my heart on my cuff-links Every time I write yo there’s substance The words flow with no reluctance, this my dictum, my judgement Emotive in abundance So I could never tell you I don't love this Making music is not an encumbrance It took me round the planet The circumference, just like it was a conference Where people pay me with nothing but compliments Of confidence in my accomplishments, I am here [Verse 2] (Let me tell you what this is...) This is my all day everyday Back in the square ring, heavyweight Bare-knuckle bruise, cause a belly-ache Southpaw uppercut, don’t hesitate to detonate Carter-Mathers renegade, call a paramedic need to medicate Cos I am so ill cos I emanate from Hack area Bacteria, now you say The best in the UK don’t sound like he UK But I cannot be kicked or be pushed, reference Lupe Lyrically I split ya wig, I meat cleave your toupee And spit so cold though I’m rolled in my duvet A new day, a new dawn and fresh like a newborn So tight need a shoehorn You might need a coupon to get this It might leave you restless The nexus between now and breakfast I still have you breathless And my best is yet to come, I’m a veteran The perfect candidate, fuck elections, I am here [Verse 3] I’m in my prime right now, I’m so alive right now Rhyme nymphomaniac, there’s no depriving my wow MC’s are car windows, I’m winding them down I’m surviving the times, I arrived, I am proud Like a Kindergarten baby eating sugar I am loud And won't stop making sounds when there’s company, a crowd This is Me, this is D, this is some kind of poetry Vocally this is globally, locally hitting potency Notice me irrevocably, openly with diplomacy A diary of madness in my mind like it’s Jodeci Hopelessly and emotionally, consuming like a grocery But I just keep a dose of me close to me It’s supposed to be hard So it don’t matter if I’m broken or I’m scarred I’mma still stand tall and thank God from my heart It makes no difference if I’m fearless or I’m scared It is only by his love I am... here