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Kizzy is the name I'm lyricall insane

I kill 'em on any rhythm plus I'm critically acclaimed

But misery and pain has driven me to change

All these spitters seem the same the whole industry is lame

The poisonous fam, get familiarized

Real recognize real I got familiar eyes

And If you try to stop my familia rise

Get victimized like that innocent Brazilian guy

They're saying Lowkey's a terrorist

But when I reveal dangerous styles you better go seek a therapist

The flow's deep & effortless, you phonies could never diss

Best thing since sliced bread I don't need your bread in it

Think about this stuff before you run your mouth and cuss

I don't want to have to travel on the underground or bus

So I wake up everyday and wonder how to bust

The only U.S. I ever gave a fuck about is us

Forget glory on the tele

What you know about puttin' out three CDs before you were twenty

You know that you heard of me

What you know about being eighteen and doing shows in Germany

What you know about four stars in a magazine

What you know about the game waist man I have the key

What you know about hundred bars on the radio? Nothing

You weren't makin' dough, you were lazy bro

You're following, before you were bothering I was on this thing

Songs fill my pockets with profit I'm being honest kin

It's all politics before anybody hollered it

Turned down chances cause I knew what they were offering

Called out a couple names had the game gossiping

Never heard me on a track with Lady Sovereign - with her modeling

Think you're sick cause your vids got a whip with a model in

Shot my first CD myself It was astonishing

Stockers wouldn't stock us now we tell em' stop groveling

I shot a shot to shoppers and shotters we got a lot of them

Coppers can't cop it but copiers should stop copying

Topping the toppers from Oxford to Nottingham

All your favorite rappers want us to do a song with them

Me? I ain't bothered with all of the fake politics

Me I just live my life and stay positive

Epitome of verse killing, lyrically I'm hearse filling

Been out for a minute G, now mini-me's are surfacing

Your whole trilogy still didn't beat my worst rhythm

What you'd figure it be? You are ill as me? I heard different

See, your favorite MC, I nurtured him

And see, all your favorite beats, I murdered 'em

Face it, your clique is wasted I won't work with 'em

They certainly heard of me from Guernsey to Birmingham

Cause the name holds weight

And still I wake up to the same old hate

And pray for a day my face ain't so baked

I'm a rapper, other rappers act like they don't rate

Cause DJ's will get my tunes and play 'em eight shows straight

Rewind them and drop bigger bombs than NATO mate

To be real, it isn't all about the radio play

Cause we all wanna bust, there just ain't no space

But the -

Nobody's gettin' record sales

AKA's full of sweet boys trying to impress the girls

The only rappers a lot of breaders have ever felt

Are dead or depressed in jail and never getting mail

When alive, they hate, when gone, you're the best ever

This ain't a comeback, fuck that, I'm a trend setter

People talk and get me differently twisted

Cause this rap shit is the bitchiest business

So what you peddle pebbles, your dead when my pencil moves

On every level I rep with rebels, I never lose

You resemble devils the terrible tales you sell the youths

You need to fix up yourself and tell the truth

You've been rich for ten plus years, still selling crack

Saying that you're still busting guns, why you tell 'em that?

Knowing that these kids emulate every rhyme you ever spat

You need to get your role models from somewhere else instead of rap

You shouldn't even need me to explain

You know that they imitate what you speak and what you say

You got more power than their parents but you leading 'em astray

You don't tell 'em that these illegal ways will lead 'em to the cage

I'm pissed, why? Got dick riding breadders hatin'

While you spit rhymes that misguided my generation

You're not real, cause what you're saying ain't the truth

You're trying to kill the kids, me? I'm trying to save the youth

Hold on...

I said the future's removal of humans, computers pursued revolution and Lucifer moved in

Hell is hot, we burn like chips in a pan

At your kid's birth they'll insert a chip in his hand

I spent so many sleepless nights pondering reasons why

Most of the good people in my life seem to die

See my eyes, take a look deep inside

Seek and find the bottom of my soul

Find a hole where my demons hide

All I want's a peaceful night, but I can't see it, why?

Every morning mom weeps and cries, so I don't even try

Still she teaches me right, stay humble and be polite

But she never saw what I saw on the streets at night

I just want to see the light

Raise the youth, feed my wife

But they're trying to take away my freedom so I need to fight

Redesign your feeble mind and read the signs, be advised

Either I get it or I'm taking what I feel is mine

Cause my life is like the best book you ever read

Spent nights listening to Westwood and getting vex

My pen writes when I'm depressed cause I never slept

Bread or step, lets do it man to man like Red and Meth

You can freestyle all day, I make the best songs

I'm like an insomniac's bed, can't be slept on

The open mics, you know that's where I got my rep from

Shady breadders thought they were big, but they were dead wrong

Rap for the spitter spitters, and spit for the rappers rappers

I rip the rythm to rythms from Britain to Madagascar

Listen to lyricists and I'll diss all the backwards acts and dismiss all the killing shit

Cause none of that crap should matter

Listen, listen

You know I'm right, go and find a rapper that's as real as this

He couldn't battle the flipping demons that I'm dealing with

Everybody says they're the hardest, but even if

You envy what I got and you want to swap, we can switch

Put on my Air Mac's and walk around a day in my shoes

Look at the bare facts and talk about paying my dues

You'd realize every bar that I'm saying is true

Phoning to cuss any DJ that ain't playing my tunes

In a drought, consider me the Guinness Stout

No I'm not the biggest or baddest but I'm the illest out

His bars might sound good when he spits 'em out

But would it mean something if you were looking at it written down?

Artist 'slash'/ terrorist

'Slash' Double P representative

'Slash' the worst rapper you could ever diss

'Slash' activist

'Slash' kidnapper of the president

Slash his wrist, leave a flipping slash where his temple is

Forget a crep-check, these brothers need their head checked

It's like they heard Dead Prez and went deaf

Only time they ever push weight is when they bench-press

When these DJs act like I don't exist I get vex

The pain I harbor burns like phosphorus rain on Gaza

They say I'm rather like Che Guevara or Sheikh Osama

But Sheikh Osama was Gates, Carter and Regan's partner

So we don't rate Osama and neither do we rate Obama

Cause more war more guns, that ain't the change we're after

They can ask to change the mask, it's still the same commander

I'm laying bars so razor sharp I could shave my barber

Daily Duppy yeah