Writers Block

Lyrics

iiiiittttts the Hotwife
who said hes not nice
his flames fucking hot white
the man turning battle raps
into pub fights


"mate, you dont even battle rap
 or go to the pub either
what are you talking shit about"

you guys love that basic arse flow, though
Ive been giving you craftsmanship
but youve been gobbling up the AI written slop

so
this
is
the
basic bar beat up
clip them straps
bibs on
eat up

yeah
basic arse rap

"Hotwife of Pi"



dont do maths but Im circling fast
prostitute packed as Im flirting with brass
whistling passed as Im serving the class
Pi's in charge so were learning his tracks
turn up the bass till the surfaces crack
I aint manny made Im already made

a handmade menace with a mouth full of print
this is Pi holding a sign saying he owns this shit

“is he always this cocky”

shut up, I dont write to fool
I only talk when its true
so, guys
lets talk truths...

Ive never been on the wing
cos Im shit at football
but great at crime
prison doesnt make you hard
my dude it just proves you aint hard to find
if you get bagged with your face on tape
you dont have the right to rate yourself for time
dont dare come out talking like a gangster
like your bright mind beat the system twice
bro, you lost to CCTV
and paid the real deal price
dont choose crime as a craft, then butcher the art
dont leave prints on the glass and your gloves in the car
dont say youre built for the life then go fold in court
wont be no free him in the bios
like it werent your fault

errrr

shit

fuck, writers block
dont help that the writers blocked
pricks high out his kite a lot
sat outside tryna find a plot
should take a break but his mind wont stop
clocks run rings and the moons got dimmer
ash on my hoodie and cold brews gone bitter
heart wont work while it knows Im not with her
agadir stole the beat and took it down river
head full of hooks but the hands wont deliver
fuckin thought slips when I try pin the picture
lighter flickers, man its taking the piss
I got a half smoked spliff with its name on my lips
sat here for ages but my brain wont sit
tryna make anything but pain into shit that hits

shit, shit, shit, shit

"Pi, breeeeth....
just pick out a scene
and put your mind in its dreams"

...

 ok
right, next patient please
Im able
whys your face gone pale
go on, take your place on the table
yeah my hands feel a bit unstable
but dont worry bout that
Gemini telling me thats ok still

sterile room
all they can hear is the ventilator move
silver tools in a crescent moon spread
freckled with doom, death and disease
mask on
dissect the dreadful in indices in degrees
Pi writes like big puffy calligraphy in the meat
scalpel kiss the epidermis
peel a rib cage open
the hurt is underneath

ligature discipline
Im stitching screams with double helix seams
threading panic through the cavity
embroidery of a shattered dreams
man, man made manmade mans manufactured screams

man

"dude, why is it always murder with you"

erm... Honestly, I dont know
its just the first place my mind goes
but

are you not entertained
...


dont do maths but Im circling fast
prostitute packed as Im flirting with brass
whistling passed as Im serving the class
Pi's in charge so were learning his tracks
turn up the bass till the surfaces crack
I aint manny made Im already made

Pi with a placard
the message is law
name on the sword
guts on the floor
I dont borrow the crown
I melt the fucker down and redesign what its for

old kings

"bro, look around, theyre all dying"

make basslines buckles when I drop my boot on the track
brass in my pockets and my pockets full of lyrics like a marching attack
handmade menace, no manufacturer tag but a mouth full of print
this is Pi holding a sign saying he owns this shit

this is Pi holding a sign saying he owns this shit

he owns this shit


"like, for real
Hotwife of Pi owns this shit"

dont do maths but Im circling fast
prostitute packed as Im flirting with brass
whistling passed as Im serving the class
Pi's in charge so were learning his tracks
turn up the bass till the surfaces crack
I aint manny made Im already made
a handmade menace with a mouth full of print
this is Pi holding a sign saying he owns this shit




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