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gangrene - jay (oz) lyrics

[verse]
i said my gift is your curse
spitting these words up on the kerb, drinking, splitting some herbs
bed ridden i am the sickest when kicking a verse
many say that i’m as sick as the kers and that ain’t dissing y’heard?
but sh*t, either kiss the ring or kiss the dirt
i flip the bird to these other rappers sipping the purp
jay a triple w, a wizard with words
and if i hit a dead end then i just flip in reverse and skrrrt
and wen you see me you know
my phone tells the time, i don’t need three hublots
and now some big names tеxting “see me soon bro”
for how i spit like chill with the dcshoeco
thе nuke blows, yeah that rhyming blue boy fly
said i’m out for triple ms like 92.9
and uh, nly little boys wait to get made
you can’t sway the distain, we don’t play in these games, sh*t stains
your vibe is irrelevant
these c*nts flows suck, i changed tide for the h*ll of it
my slang deep, need a place where we hang free
and i don’t mean grove street, but i speak gangrene
tell these haters stay asleep, won’t phase me
don’t have be tyrese if you tryna be waist deep
a lotta so called rappers already reached they peak
listen to my old sh*t, better than them and that pre*eighteen
teach the youth but i’m still a student, we making k!ller music
these boys stiff doing thriller movements
drop a cypher ‘fore you take a group pic
referring you to a toothpick’s the only i’ll say you sick
gifted writtens, i’m spitting it ’til your whole sh*t diminished
got mates in uk saying “he’s wicked innit”
and it’s a change to see the the real sickest winning
and i ain’t watching the throne, b*tch i’m sitting in it
the higher up’s favourite, i’m kind of upstaging
always come placing but i’m never complacent
c*nts hate it, i duck fakers they tryna duct tape us
tryna phase me out like i f*ck with tapers
trust nathan, lay in the cut like jason
been known to blow the h*rn like buck clayton
these c*nts are too afraid to dance, word to chuck strangers
the scene’s just a bunch of sl*ts, snakes and drug takers
tryna get b*tt naked, really got me frustrated
i’m on another level, upgraded and updated
c*nt face it, the luck’s faded now take it
i know the sun’s racing, reminder to get the funds raising
but i don’t l*st papers, just tryna adjust wages
and you can stay with those dumb brainless broads you’re chasing
producing the rock so you can just blaze it
breathing in the smog smoke until your f*ckin lungs aching

- jay oz lyrics

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