MAGNUM OPUS ft. DJ Rogue Lyrics

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DJ Rogue

Aka Roguie

Inglorious Poet

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Just a kid with a big dream

I was 15

When it gripped me

Painting pictures like Da Vinci

Fine art

Kinda like the Sistine

So bars get respect like Made Men from Sicliy

And look fellas

I'm a Goodfella

No longer Breaking Bad

Now a bookseller

Push pages that don't just look dangerous

Heisenberg with words

But conscious when I cook flavours

Hook strangers

Rhymes give you want you need like a good neighbour

My light the Sabre

Yea that took Vader

But no Star Wars

A subtle send for them who start wars

They make it hard to a to b like parkour

But can't jump ship

Must spread love, speak justice

Til pumped fists

Rise up in abundance for them who run this

These muppets

Want money, souls & thumb prints

Touch this skin

I'll flip like Brennan with his drum kit

Used to play the clown

Used to have no purpose

But now I wow the crowd

Now I ain't surplus

To requirements

Metaphors, I'm rhyming 'em

Whilst juggling a ton of shit

Ain't plucking on the Violin

Yea we ran by clowns

We live in the circus

Look around the crowd and they feeling nervous

Anxious as they hold our freedoms ransom

No poison in this chalice

I stay focused on this bandwidth

Got more mettle than a factory scrap heap

Don't at me

Got lines that will cut and blind ya like them flat peaks

Spit with the weight of the Shelby's when I shell beats

Nasty

Truth give it raw with no Vaseline

Tracks be, causing more problems than that vaccine

Still "never gunna give you up" like Astley

Cos believe I haven't peaked yet

Just got my feet wet

Please never get it twisted

Keith sweat

Cos it's more than just legacy

When I pepper beats

These streaming sites, yikes

Don't have no respect for me

But bun the equity like Walter got from chemistry

Cos this hella deep

Like Balboa avenging Creeds death

Yea it saved me from the deep depths

Rock bottom

Soul racking up steep debts

The kind that cost Sodom

Before God trodden

I changed the commentary, like John Motson

Refused to smoke my life away

Dot Cotton

Used to play the clown

Used to have no purpose

But now I wow the crowd

Now I ain't surplus

To requirements

Metaphors, I'm rhyming 'em

Whilst juggling a ton of shit

Ain't plucking on the Violin

Yea we ran by clowns

We live in the circus

Look around the crowd and they feeling nervous

Anxious as they hold our freedoms ransom

No poison in this chalice

I stay focused on this bandwidth

Channeling my soul, my energy

Staying on my path and giving back to what gave me life

This music man

Came & saved me when it all seemed hopeless in a place ran by jokers

And just know

that I notice all the hocus pocus

Their bookie movements their operandi modus

Focused only on one thing

Casting my own spells & composing my Magnum Opus