Static

By Gillyyy

Released on October 17, 2020

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Ohh writing o matic

Sat in my pjs writing in my attic

Static

Emulating every rapper I hear

It’s too black it’s

Too white

It’s too whack it’s

Too dry

It’s too flat it’s

A racket

It’s a lacking

Time to pack it

Static

Filling up my room

Too many influences diluting on my groove

Listen to nothing? nahh, to something smooth

Something mellow

Something red blue

Something yellow

Something classic n cold

Jurassic five n what’s golden

Crazy sounds I’m upholding

They contravene the intuition

Danny brown

Atrocity exhibition

Think I’m a dreamer and it’s costing me a lot of wishing

Ammo ready I’m a hunter I’m not fishing

Am I ready? Not a saunter I’m a sprinter

Grains of inspiration I’mma sinter

Rise to the sky in my bubble watch for the splinter

I’m not too shy to use code

So don’t cry, I’m only on my few prose

Beating in my new flow

Fleeting still but who knows?

Coddler-bed and room

Toddler-deliveroo

With my mouth I’m gonna eat but I’mma spit with it too

Trying to bounce with the beat falling over with my wobbly tune

Like I’m descending down cobbly dunes

Screwed brow I’m observing how life oddly blooms

Obvious rules

Steep under-nose in a hidden brew

Notes of elements I didn’t pursue

Answer buried in a hidden pursuit

Following omens, chasing after spilling soup

Vices killing you but they’re killing the truth

Red herrings do not fly past

They stand still but disguise masks

Red herrings tighten the flasks

They know the hand that holds the fruit basket

Still arriving at random rates they fall into their casket

Ubiquitous apocalypse

Ever impending locked eclipse

Red herrings flock, lock and lift

Block, stock and kiss. stop

Still thinking bro this isn’t hiphop

I’m not sat cross thinking when will this pop

Thinking, why is this not?

Melody or the lyric? sorry it’s a bliss lost

Try explain and find your brain contorting into new knots

It’s a challenge I’mma manage slip my black shoes on

Red shoes? I’ll pass

Sorry Bowie my bad

But I can still dance

Me and my girl boogie in a disco thrill trance

Slowly seeing the world I’ll never wish on a bigger chance

Let’s dance