When I spit, intensity intensifies,
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My thoughts contort inside,
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The thought behind my eyes are bought in simple rhymes
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The rest are galvanised, ingested and applied,
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The waste then ostracised, potential realised.
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Not a potential to speak as speaking works,
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But a potential of those very words then by the listener heard,
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These words, that in my head, once meant nothing at all
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Now flow with the full force of a waterfall
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And that's enough force to break the death star,
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Then I gotta pause, and take a breath.
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That's better now, let's put some words together,
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Put that letter with this letter till we get a better set of words,
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A sentence, or maybe even a verse,
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That we can write and rehearse, and then recite till it hurts,
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Pack it tight till it bursts, if it feels right then it works,
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A need to try this in verse, leaving the riot inert.
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(Frozen) Frozen in a different time
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(Chosen) Chosen as a vessel for this stringent rhyme
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(Supposing) Supposing we all have these things inside
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(Explosion) An explosion's all you need to make this rhyme benign
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[Chorus:]
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As I lay rhymes on this beat my
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Pen-shaped sword cuts deep this sheet and
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If it cuts too deep to take I
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Pray the Lord my pen won't break. [x2]
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This internal spontaneous combustion engine,
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This evil grandiose, eruption pending,
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Inside all of us, comatose and hibernating,
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Until you overthrow the demon at the gate that's waiting,
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And when you do, it all just flows through,
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The roads have no queues, no one can slow you,
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It's bright, there's no hue, the sights are in view,
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It's tight and it's true, each line feels so new.
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You sit down and write, write, write right now
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On your laptop type, type, type now
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Everything feels right, right, right now
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And you won't stop and you don't stop [x2]
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[Spoken:]
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How're you gonna get lost inside a place that you know better than
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Any other person in the world, it ain't clever man?
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And what was it that made you get stuck in this riddle?
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Before you answer, sip the question a little.
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[Chorus:]
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As I lay rhymes on this beat my
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Pen-shaped sword cuts deep this sheet and
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If it cuts too deep to take I
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Pray the Lord my pen won't break. [x4]
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Inert Explosions
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Dan Le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip |