MTP ft. Red Larsen Lyrics

In the middle

Of the riddles

Little brittle

Fiddling fiddle

Kill or be killed, I'm cold I'm ice cicled

I'm stuck in the middle, played like a Fidel,

I'm as ill as it get, burning the building like I pillage the village

I'm the villain at my own event

Spitting the real cause it's kill or be killed

Gotta be real to be real

Father, let me rebuild and rebuild

Look to the sky spitefully still

No clue what's it to be ill

But I know what it's like to be sick

Hitting the beat for a bit, remedy it

Show 'em all that I'll never grow outta this

Clogging the airways with Drebbie, then quit

Stuck in that same damn headspace again

Pouring out my feelings every time I spit

Time to grow up, change an' get a grip

Alex won't amount to shit

Alex is gonna quit

I don't hear your sound a bit

Or maybe I'm choosing to not to acknowledge it

But maybe I should

Cause I'm feelin good, from all to of kush,

I rolled in the wood, I'm spitting like what?

Rewind it and listen, remind you you dumb

Been around a few times, yo, I'm dizzy as fuck

You don't know nothing bout it, though you runner up

Ain't nothing like me boy, come on, batter up

You can roll what you want, but I roll up my own

1 strike and you out when I'm pitching the blunt

Twisting on the blunt

Licking on the gum

Now I'm feeling numb

Kinda feeling dumb

Climbing out the slumps

Running Forrest Gump

Silence on the run

Studio for fun

Write until the sun comes up

Just to start, too smart for an old fart

Too tart for your tards like Mozart

You just a simp-son, like Bart

(We killin this shit, you know we got bars)

You can't catch up we stuck in the stars

We landing on mars, collecting spare parts

Go back in time destroying the ark

Noah is pissed, I lit up my cig up on his spark

Definitely making a mark

When these sentences start

Definitely art

It's Drebbatron, put him on your song

Hell steal the show, your hype is gone

No more love from anyone, how was I to know she was your old hoe?

When I hop off stage, she ready to go

Back of the venue giving me dome

Pulling my hand, saying take me home

You hittin her up, she ignoring your call

(When indeed the weed is green again)

I chain smoke joints to feed a fire in,

(I get mean a fiend, I need a pen)

Smoke is blinding yea I'm high as shit

(Fiends gon fiend, I seen em take the pee for rent)

They dunno my name, they better learn it quick

(I go on vacation after I murder this)

I go 10-fold, for all the work I did

(You never heard of it, Drebb and R-e-d inserting it)

I just hit the beat, and i destroy the bitch

(They hurting with the fact that we're not an urban myth)

So clean I'm detergent, take a sniff

(These words, I'm wording cause a dermal split)

Sharp like blades, no stick and stones

(No x and os, not tic tac toe)

But I'll tax you though, if you got no flow