For Ironys Sake Die On Xmas by Marc Scorn Lyrics
Don't know why the fuck i'm here to be honest
Not the booth spittin' sonnets for peers to profit
I mean Earth i belong near the cosmics
Ironic suicidal thoughts cranium conscious
So much so that i'm never astonished
You say injustice in office
But action's louder than conscience
You claim woke but still the doctrine
In full effect, look around the globe
Anyone here to be honest?
Regarded the go-to guy for your problems?
But don't come and tell me it's the white man still
Can you not
Hear the ignorant phonics?
I know it's uncomfortable but let's be real
All these supposed gifted millennials got mad skills
Chip on shoulder like an anvil
Black kids use to sharpen knives and grab steel
Surname Smith, irony sake you might feel
Lost our identity it's mad still
Way before tiki torches been hunting for goodwill
But that ship has sailed
Alongside the ones from Motherland
Across to where the Caribs Dwell
Every other day i consider the knife
But my ego won't allow me to take a life
Without meticulous thoughts processing my creative spite
Picturing when I
Get birded off taken inside doing time
I can't afford it King i need that
On all fours pray to Holiest before i revamp
Chalice that i'm lickin' got me instilling this mean rap
Deep tactful tracks billin' sensi and relapse
Old soul
Former centuries i live that
Not even close to half the man i wanna be i mean that
My best form is shady
And light skin ain' fetishized
It's instruction for demons to go and fuckin' reap that
Every now and then i question my calling
Thinking 'bout who's looking up or down
Are they applauding
Does the path that's laid end in plaudits?
Should i invest my time redesigning this warchest?
Knowledge is flawless
But doesn't peak the interest in paupers
That's really where the Scorn is
When i spit this way it seems awkward
Typa shit to make the reaper grimace in his office
Verse 2
Background is indifferent
Attack now in a black gown
She got back, round and ambition
Lemme spin spin i won't back down from no lickin'
But these sad clowns been back round hella tweetin'
Act foul and he's missing
Need no mac rounds
Just hoodie up
I'm tactile in this mission
Ill-mannered demons around me
Idolise Crowley
Love Maui Wowie
Vanilla Hannahs from TOWIE
With house keys and mouths to feed
This light-skin charm is rowdy
Brutally honest don't frown at or clown please
Never been the type to gossip it's shady and lousy
A trait i wish my closest ones would replicate about me
Not the booth spittin' sonnets for peers to profit
I mean Earth i belong near the cosmics
Ironic suicidal thoughts cranium conscious
So much so that i'm never astonished
You say injustice in office
But action's louder than conscience
You claim woke but still the doctrine
In full effect, look around the globe
Anyone here to be honest?
Regarded the go-to guy for your problems?
But don't come and tell me it's the white man still
Can you not
Hear the ignorant phonics?
I know it's uncomfortable but let's be real
All these supposed gifted millennials got mad skills
Chip on shoulder like an anvil
Black kids use to sharpen knives and grab steel
Surname Smith, irony sake you might feel
Lost our identity it's mad still
Way before tiki torches been hunting for goodwill
But that ship has sailed
Alongside the ones from Motherland
Across to where the Caribs Dwell
Every other day i consider the knife
But my ego won't allow me to take a life
Without meticulous thoughts processing my creative spite
Picturing when I
Get birded off taken inside doing time
I can't afford it King i need that
On all fours pray to Holiest before i revamp
Chalice that i'm lickin' got me instilling this mean rap
Deep tactful tracks billin' sensi and relapse
Old soul
Former centuries i live that
Not even close to half the man i wanna be i mean that
My best form is shady
And light skin ain' fetishized
It's instruction for demons to go and fuckin' reap that
Every now and then i question my calling
Thinking 'bout who's looking up or down
Are they applauding
Does the path that's laid end in plaudits?
Should i invest my time redesigning this warchest?
Knowledge is flawless
But doesn't peak the interest in paupers
That's really where the Scorn is
When i spit this way it seems awkward
Typa shit to make the reaper grimace in his office
Verse 2
Background is indifferent
Attack now in a black gown
She got back, round and ambition
Lemme spin spin i won't back down from no lickin'
But these sad clowns been back round hella tweetin'
Act foul and he's missing
Need no mac rounds
Just hoodie up
I'm tactile in this mission
Ill-mannered demons around me
Idolise Crowley
Love Maui Wowie
Vanilla Hannahs from TOWIE
With house keys and mouths to feed
This light-skin charm is rowdy
Brutally honest don't frown at or clown please
Never been the type to gossip it's shady and lousy
A trait i wish my closest ones would replicate about me