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warning smash - jot maxi lyrics

time to hit ’em with a warning smash so all of you rasclart myths get the picture
i never even used to trap now i can’t open my stash cause the piff’s off the ricta
i’m not a badman deep down but somehow my surface has got an infection
and ever since i lost my mum i blame myself cause i didn’t protect her
i’m a wreck & i’m numb to touch, won’t trust anyone til i’m under the dust
and even though that’s true – i don’t hate you, everyone deserves love
i rhyme tight this ain’t how i usually spit if you don’t know i spit like a fuse has been lit
off the charts off the radar trunna turn my back to the dark & the usual sh-t
but it’s hard, when you’re hard, and your heart, is in shards
an you’re only in ur twenties and already lived in over fifty different yards
parkour: slept on rooftops, been homeless twice
hardcore, ruthless, yeh i love to roll those dice
now i’ve spun it round, ready to stun em out. bare new videos i got comin out
got a gun but i’m not a gunna, nah, gonna solar flare next summer down!
but we’re about to get locked in martial law you’d have to be blind not to see
and in the words of martial – whoever finds me’s gonna get a finders fee
too wise with my speech it’s guys like me that’ll rise up free & start the revolution
but i don’t feel strong enough yet, i keep filling up my body with polution
these are meant to be darkside bars, but still you can feel positivity shining through
that’s cause there really is a creator, every clowd has a silver lining we’re screwed
humanity feeding our greed, we’re in a rat race for the agenda
doing the right thing’s too deep, i just wanna put a puppets face in a blender
how can i tell ’em, by yelling? run up in the street start rebbeling?
and forget tweeting… caa i couldn’t give a bomba ’bout who’s a trender
i been livin in my own futuristic world, every day i’d roam with a different girl
now i know i need to lock this down, gonna sell more than every shop in town
grew up tuned in to wiley & skepta, ‘aim high 3’ on a projector
now i’m a film director, and at my live shows there’s a ticket inspector!

- jot maxi lyrics

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