Quiet Insane

By Mattakript

Released on October 22, 2017

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[Verse: 1 - Mattakript ]

Yeah, take precaution when approaching tonight

This is too every doubter and poet in sight, that’s holding the mic

And just I wrote this last night, bitch I’ve devoted my life

Kid this is more than flow and a rhyme I just openly cried

And let my tears; get, into your fears, wrecking my peers/piers

Then Poseidon cried his wife is getting wet when she hears

All of my music, so I’m about to go for a dip (Splash)

In your girlfriend’s pussy then I’ll show you the clips

Yeah, give me a minute to riddle me this, committing the minimal risk

You’re, saying nobody can rip it to bits, but you

Better pucker up, you’re motherfucking fuck boy lips

Cause’ it’s stupid what you’re doing go adjust your shit

I see these rappers are rushing/Russian it like they’re Vladimir Putin

I put in my effort in everything they haven’t been doing

In the end you’ll see I’ve found, I’m dismissing my flaws

And learnt to engineer my sound, cause’ I didn’t like yours


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I hang with demons baby

They said I need to chill

They noticed I was crazy

(Hell) But I just keep it real

I pray they keep me comfort

They know I’m quite insane

No angel’s feeling butthurt

Something grew inside my brain


[Verse: 2 - Mattakript]

You're not sick with it, made with a cold and a sore throat

Recording what’s important coordinating your boast

To the right direction, hi you guessed it, you implied a rhyming veteran

Was yourself, but you are now inside my head with

Mental illness, already this flem concealed in my throat is enough

My pen revealed it, more steady intend to kill with, I'm over you chumps

Calling me faggot for jokes was abrupt, I'm getting your lady to choke on my nuts

Like a slut it's a must that I'll hump her and thrust, still, not giving a fuck

It's the middle of winter still have a fan when I sleep

You won't believe I never freeze because I handle the heat

I mean we know you're a liar it's why I chose to be eating

And showed you're only the fire because it's smoke that I'm breathing

So am I gifted or twisted? Or medicinal lifted?

Because the star that has risen is from the bars I convicted

I don’t know, but I know I passed, your division

I’m just playing with the dirt, for your corpse to fit in, relax


[Chorus - Mattakript]