Lockdown

By Emcee Wey

On Weyward

Released on November 5, 2021

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People always ask me to try and rap

I'm fine with that, but dry and cracked

Burning emcee's who's design is crap

I'm tit for tat, my rhymes are wack so this would smack

All the rappers who put line a track

I'm kinda sad, my life's a wreck, from front to back

Playing chess in front of card of jacks

But then my minds on deck, to fuckin sign a pact

With devil, but he rather bill me dine in cheques

So check four, I'm back for the back drawer

Rapping fast forward, isn't this what your asked for you asshole

I rap bars like a centaur

And give talks like its a fuckin seminar

Let me teach you like a mentor

If you feel the wave of pain take a fuckin Panadol

I wagе with all you fuckin carry-on's

Like has-beens and quit-rappers

Who act like fuckin animals

It's thе lockdown

It's the lockdown, It's the lockdown

It's the lockdown

It's the lockdown, It's the lockdown

I 've seen the mumble rap but I don't even care at all

All you fuckin dicks need to grow a pair of balls

But its just a parable, to be high on edibles

Compared to studies, this shit more affordable

Watch me, conduct this shit like a maestro

But on the outside, I act a psycho

Still flow like an electronic hydro-phonic generator making the rest look like sideshows

These fuckers go to clubs just to watch the light strobe

You wanna step to me, sorry, I don't fight hoes

Cuz after a few shots, I' m like broken like a gyro scope

So pass the liquor imma get some fucking Milo

Nuclear silo just about to launch

Don't believe in god but still remain staunch

I make you get the fuck up like Pharoahe Monch

Don't let me catch you doing tae-kwon-do shit in a mosh

It's the lockdown

It's the lockdown, It's the lockdown

It's the lockdown

It's the lockdown, It's the lockdown