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jay (oz) - gangrene lyrics

[verse]
i said my gift is your curse
spitting these words up on the kerb, drinking, splitting some herbs
bed ridden i am the sickest when kicking a verse
many say that i’m as sick as the kers and that ain’t dissing y’heard?
but sh_t, either kiss the ring or kiss the dirt
i flip the bird to these other rappers sipping the purp
jay a triple w, a wizard with words
and if i hit a dead end then i just flip in reverse and skrrrt
and wen you see me you know
my phone tells the time, i don’t need three hublots
and now some big names tеxting “see me soon bro”
for how i spit like chill with the dcshoeco
thе nuke blows, yeah that rhyming blue boy fly
said i’m out for triple ms like 92.9
and uh, nly little boys wait to get made
you can’t sway the distain, we don’t play in these games, sh_t stains
your vibe is irrelevant
these c_nts flows suck, i changed tide for the h_ll of it
my slang deep, need a place where we hang free
and i don’t mean grove street, but i speak gangrene
tell these haters stay asleep, won’t phase me
don’t have be tyrese if you tryna be waist deep
a lotta so called rappers already reached they peak
listen to my old sh_t, better than them and that pre_eighteen
teach the youth but i’m still a student, we making k!ller music
these boys stiff doing thriller movements
drop a cypher ‘fore you take a group pic
referring you to a toothpick’s the only i’ll say you sick
gifted writtens, i’m spitting it ’til your whole sh_t diminished
got mates in uk saying “he’s wicked innit”
and it’s a change to see the the real sickest winning
and i ain’t watching the throne, b_tch i’m sitting in it
the higher up’s favourite, i’m kind of upstaging
always come placing but i’m never complacent
c_nts hate it, i duck fakers they tryna duct tape us
tryna phase me out like i f_ck with tapers
trust nathan, lay in the cut like jason
been known to blow the h_rn like buck clayton
these c_nts are too afraid to dance, word to chuck strangers
the scene’s just a bunch of sl_ts, snakes and drug takers
tryna get b_tt naked, really got me frustrated
i’m on another level, upgraded and updated
c_nt face it, the luck’s faded now take it
i know the sun’s racing, reminder to get the funds raising
but i don’t l_st papers, just tryna adjust wages
and you can stay with those dumb brainless broads you’re chasing
producing the rock so you can just blaze it
breathing in the smog smoke until your f_ckin lungs aching

- jay oz lyrics

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