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lirik lagu callahan | warm up session [s9.ep7]: sbtv – callahan

west london’s callahan aka dirty harry delivers his sbtv debut

[verse: callahan]
i’m apprehensive
people saying i rap offensive
they act defensive
i spat a next style on it
on the honor list i’m last so they wanna diss my past
soon they’re gonna kiss my -rs- ’till they projectile vomit
let me share and state the facts while i compare the hate and drama
i wear a plate of armour just to bare the weight of karma
bitty city down and out sitting by the roundabout
spitting at my demons while they ask me what’s the frown about, huh?
mr. i’m the only f-ck up of the family
if god exists then i’m guessing he ain’t a fan of me
i’m overloading i weren’t built for the stage
my boulder holding shoulders folding as i filter the rage
comatosing loner smoking as he spills to the page
corona zoning, stoner roaming as he tilts to the cage
i’m like f-ck a line of c-ke i sniff lines of rifle powder
’till my eyeb-lls sour then para glide off the eiffel tower
rivals cower in the cycle now there’s shallow shadows lurking smirking at these sweating cretins in the nightfall hour
beware that i’m feeling to set the monster free
i swear i ain’t willing to act responsibly
ask the doctor if there’s a doctor he can refer me to
i don’t want to live with my mum and my dad when i’m 32
i don’t want to live my life cursed by this hateful rage
boss smirking more while i’m working for a disgraceful wage
i ain’t at a grateful age
i am not a pleasant dude
and i can flip at any moment in my present mood
i struggled through my growing pains now i’m showing gains
metaphorically i’m throwing flames in my flowing veins
you can see the hurt see the dirt on my clothing stains
visions of the devil feeding on a souls remains
the missions of a rebel fleeing from the froze terrain
spitters lie a lot, i have got to expose the claims
rap narcissist swimming in the vast abyss
wizard with the words cast a list i mastered this
storytelling but i’m surely dwelling where the past exists
pull my trousers down now you critics got an -rs- to kiss
always wishing my reality was less tense
women think my attitude is worse then my dress sense
took a slapper round to my yard to watch fresh prince
said she’d only kiss me if i took one of her breathmints
went from playing pokémon to spitting bars, smoking chron
skipping cl-ss like i ain’t got shit i should be focused on
they never saw me on the block for a week or two
and now they tell me that i’m shocked when i peek at you
stuck within the same resort, struggling to gain support
sitting on the sidelines i -n-lyse the game report
f-ck a 0 to 100 i just aim for naught
blow my brains out on the tube, show you my train of thought
sometimes i sit and reminisce about the younger me
cause even though i was plummeting due to stress
my stomach was budapest in other words i was so hungary
now everyday i’m so d-mn gritty intense
i’m the man city defence i ain’t nothing without kompany
you think you know me homie you ain’t seen my weary side
my brother caught a brain virus and he nearly died
and still they wonder why i’m always looking teary eyed
look, i just wanna tell my family i really tried
to escape the ends shake the ground break the trends
gratefully it ain’t to late for me to try and make amends
i will not destroy none of my morals for the sake of friends
in my endeavours i tried to embrace change
like what’s that about, spat it out it tastes strange
so stressed the process of learning how to break distraction
change is coming but i’m struggling to make adaption
taking action i’m more determined than ever
this sort of wording is clever my core is burning forever
i spark the internal furnace, don’t start the eternal wordsmith
my thoughts are starting to float like the autumn hurling a feather
man, why do these rappers think they’re so smart for
flows start war, never let my froze heart thaw
shit i ain’t giving in, i’m living in that mozart poor
that’s just one of many reason i compose art for
taunted by the energy of juggling a grieving mind
haunted by the memory i’m struggling to leave behind
sight the mark, fight the dark, light the spark, lead the blind
quit this criticism witness lyricism redefined
or would you rather here me rap about the hood shit
cause me rapping about a burner, yeah that’s a good fit
you never thought i would spit
you never thought i could spit
until i grabbed your minds limitation and i pushed it
now hopefully you may see, you ain’t gonna phase me
any cost, i’ll defend my goal, like i’m jt
lately people in my circuit never rate me
but i am gonna break free
no matter what it takes me

[outro]
follow me on twitter @callahantv
debut ep, messy beds & blank pages
coming out this summer
shout out to jamal
shout out to my brother david
peace

- callahan

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