1s , 2s for the ones confused… babs kick it!
Putcho thumb inna di air, if you play the game fair
until imbalance of paying the winning price tastes like failure,
I spotify aggression to find its way to tense
Some of them got free lessons
So the spotlight gots to dim down,
Wanna see the faces in the audience,
Cant forget them taller ones,
runnin after dwarf temptations,
So small, that I could bust some.
lyrically mislead by lingual monsters,
Crafting only half of what’s inside cerebellum,
Delivering obsolete unwilling to counterfeit,
Sold out expensive tokens to consumers
inheriting desires from weekly gig dealers.
Is it what I want, surely not what I need.
Give back what I take meaning share it fairly,
Making more mistakes fortified my age amount of greed,
4 walls versus street, cold talk in the heat of time, please repeat. NOT really.

Why don’t you diss a battle back?
You missing the point in fact,
I see no enemies,
corporates are what I am after actually,
dealing with eve teasing event organizers,
trying to reform my image,
Wanna see me in riches, TDSing my digits,
Nor black nor white busy major lazing idiots,
On stage lip sync by mal fashioned aliens,
I’m warning the so called top festivals to,
re evaluate their contribution.
Like roasted rats my team gets soaked in the sun till they done.
Sound clashing main stages,
Employing competitive wages,
Angry metal heads to ambient jazz sages.
No matter the form of music bringing contagious,
Agents of red tapism acting outrageous,
In a packed stadium packed full of kids and aged ones.
3 stripes albatrossing your MCs,
What I reject is….
Your spotlight effect
On my mind