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worm in the soil - rowen james lyrics

the vultures circle just to eat what the serpents have missed
i swear people think that making it in music’s like pulling up to maccies drive thru for some burgers and chips * either you’re rich or you’re rubbish
these days it’s like i can’t drop flames without burning a bridge
people used to ask me everyday if i’d burn em a disc
now i ask them same exact people if they’ll push a couple b*ttons on their phones and oh no what a burden it is
n0body’s rooting for row
n0body’s going out their way to try and push me to the spot that i deserve in this b*tch
truth be told i think they’re probably more concerned if i win
imagine saying everyday for 10 years i won’t blow, then i blow and i murder that sh*t
all that egg on your face * now it’s dripping on your shirt from your chin
that was never my intention i just nurtured a gift, but i’m no worm in the soil, i’m not pushing through the dirt just to make it to the surface then get ate up by a bird and regurged to the kids
i want rewards for the graft
not the pinnacle of fame * i want critical acclaim, some awards for the gaff
i thought this rap sh*t was finished * guess im clawing it back
how did i fall in the trap?
i seen the grime scene getting some attention, that’s when i made neds and that’s one of my regrets but its all in the past * yeah it’s all in the past * you can call that a blip
cos how are rappers not making tracks for rappers * that’s like apples not making trees for apples like they’re all out of pips
i was listening to people, getting rattled… then i went and did a couple little battles, now i’m all out of sh*ts
i wipe my crack on your status, you couldn’t get to my level, they’ve never made enough ladders
and all these suckers in manny that wanna come up and chat to me tryna blag that they’re backing me but never liking or tagging me, man… they’re all full of sh*t
the vultures circle just to eat what the rats couldn’t sn*tch
i swear people these days care more about, other people’s matters of opinion than matters of fact * either you’re rich or you’re rubbish
these platforms won’t carry your tracks less you’re handing them bags
if you ain’t got the capital to front then you stand in the back
if you ain’t got the capital then f*ck, they’ll abandon you fast
if you can’t get behind that point you get stabbed in the back
the way it works now is, if you lack with the craft, well… that doesnt really matter… if you’re fancy with a cam for the gram
just post a pic with your cl!ck in a “lam” for the lambs
that’s “borghinis” for the sheepies, get a couple thousand likes * then that night you won’t be sleepless in that two bedroom flat with your mam… yea (laughs) i guess you’re ticking a box
this whole scene’s like that scene out of wizard of oz
where they pull back the curtain and the wizard’s just a midget doing tricks with his vox
cos what you hear and what you see, isn’t really what it seems and somebody needs to speak * that’s why i’m kicking it off
oh you the king of this sh*t?
au contraire mon frère, boy… you ain’t good enough to put the ink in my bic * “f” all that slingin’ that cash
you couldn’t be me if you dressed me in stripes and put a sting in my *rs*
i thought this rap sh*t was finished guess i’m bringing it back * maybe i’ll bring in a hook
just a little something*something for the girls to sing along to when they sink in the bath * yeah when they dip in the tub
i dont know something liiiiike…
i see people in my city, in my city, they don’t treat me like i’m coming from their city
i see people in my city, in my city, in my city, they don’t treat me like i’m coming from their city
like i’m coming from their city
i see people in my… ahh f*ck it
back to the spitting * no competition
as long as i’m living and compus mentis
these people have overlooked me and overslept on my whole perspective
i know subjective is what music is supposed to be * but i’m over protective * please excuse me if i over speak
people like my music but… n0body’s really singing till’ they hold a key or hold a note
n0body loves j.d until there’s loads of coke
depression had me beat until i grit my t**th and roper doped
god m.c if you want beef i’ll bring you holy smoke * holy smokes
there’s people talking like the king, i don’t remember being overthroned or overrulled
just cos’ you hit a couple goals that doesn’t mean you’ve got control * you’re f*cking romelu
the only dude who’s really got the talent to be… k!llin’ this sh*t * that… n0body’s really speaking bout’ to promo * oooh that hurts
that’s why i use this music as a vehicle
don’tbe sending me you’re beats if you don’t wanna’ get them back in a black he*rs*
my dad worked… really f*cking hard to never see me again * so when it comes to no support, i guess i’ve had worse
i rap words that people can’t pr*nounce, kick around a couple pro*nouns and ad*verbs
i add words to google adwords, just to get a couple extra cl!cks on those youtube adverts
now that’s a couple extra quids… out the pockets of a struggling artist * but we just suffer in silence, because they tell us to invest in our music, work on our craft and then we’ll “smash” * they don’t say that destinations elusive and they don’t say that sh*t was counter conducive * counter productive, whichever way you count it i’m losing
they don’t wanna’ give me pennies for my thoughts but when we meet they give me pounds and they’re schmoozing
they say they’re down for the new sh*t and proud of movement
but they ain’t’ really shout from them roofs the way they shout for the new kids
and when i blow they’ll say “ahh why you” like i fired a haduken
so i’m tired of this narrative, that people ain’t’ sh*t unless they’re fire in the boothin’
i’ve been fire since 05 and every single year since i’ve been highly improving…. i’ve been highly improving, f*ck it

i see people in my city, in my city, in my city, they don’t treat me like i’m coming from their city
like i’m coming from their city…

- rowen james lyrics

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