Song produced and recorded with friend and local producer Starsky from my home studio.
I let ‘em have it like I’m generous, my nemesis, is only competition while I’m playing sega genesis, I’m sonic and they tail me fuck off with your partnership, I have them sketching out like they’re artistic, what they say is cornier than maze before you harvest it, I’ll ask them this, I know they’re gonna stutter when they answer it, wanna track with dilz? then I pull a nah right afterwards, I’m married to the game if we divorce she’s taking half of it, I’m marvellous and your just marvin gay, I’m sonning all these rappers shout me out on fathers day, I’m walking down this road with my back to the game, just call me 40 glocc as we’re acting the same, huh, I’m brain storming as I write these lines, the rain is coming down, the thunder’s loud and then the lightening strikes, the lightings right, the bulb is glowing now it’s radiant, my cranium is swelling they’ll compare me to an alien, I have to let it out what your seeing is the end result, coming from the heart, inside my mind and within my soul, you never know, what your gonna get word to forest gump, I’m always speaking french fuck fuck fuck, like a foreign cunt, I’m fluent son, giving extra like I’m chewing gum, what’s your favourite song? it’s impossible just choosing one, every song is hot like I put ‘em in furnace first, coming with that hard shit ensuring mine’s the firmest turd, rap is all changed and it’s not for the better, you has become the less thought about letter, they’re corrupting your minds just to get them some cheddar, I’m hungry for fame but with this shit I’m fed up, when I was younger it was popping an olly, now hannah montana is even popping the mollys, it’s obvious they just wanna buzz like a coffee hit, it’s evident, they’re as innocent as bill cosby is, my shit is fire like a spastic pyromaniac arsonist with a matchstick, deciding to the set the world trade ablaze just for practice, it’s hotter than 4 suns sucked into a black hole as dark as a trapped soul, I’m hungry I swallow the track whole, my trachea is now accustomed to the portion I’ve been eating other rappers like a candy bar’s packaging, it’s awesome, I’m passively practising in my bed room, actually rapping with subject matter to bring the best tunes, for you, as everything I do is free, every time I use a beat, it’s a treat to you from me, they don’t want me in the game they’re scared but I refuse to leave.
from Word Smith,
released October 13, 2016
Lyrics written and performed by Dillon Lamb
Vocal Engineering by Smith
Produced by Starsky