Testo Iron Lung - IcyDaRabbit

Testo della canzone Iron Lung (IcyDaRabbit), tratta dall'album Where the Demi-God's Sleep

(Is that hit rapper? IcyDaRabbit)
I am in the darkest depth is where I belong
Spinning round the barrel of the tommy gun
Gasping on the pressure as it weighs a tonne
I'm in the red sea, like an iron lung
Bars are getting heavy, getting way too to handle
Gotta capture the line, split up the rhymes, examine and dismantle
I'm a cynical menace, I got that flick of the toune
Cause I know I was born with a built-in iron lung
I rap like a machine, leavingt witnesses unseen
And now it's the festive season
Grab the scythe and sharpen it clean
And you know I got thing for cutting bitches up, so pristine
Do not like the scene of blood, okay, then bleach it with chlorine
I remember the day I went out clubbing with a homie
U had to dip, was not my shit, next day, Pandora phoned me
The timing so appalling, it's comedic so it's funny
Was a different kind of story on the day I met McNulty
Now my city knows my sound, in this stereo I surround
Now I gotta treat this game like a decimal and round it to the pound
I hope my music talent has made my grandfather proud
The one that wrights around, not the one who marks the frown
Also R.I.P. to those above I will not let you down
Bet in lady Godiva that I am coming for that crown
Arriving on a black horse cause you know I run this town
If you don't like the hand I dealt then leave those cards facedown
I am in the darkest depth is where I belong
Spinning round the barrel of the tommy gun
Gasping on the pressure as it weighs a tonne
I'm in the red sea, like an iron lung
Bars are getting heavy, getting way too to handle
Gotta capture the line, split up the rhymes, examine and dismantle
I'm a white, trash rapper who is out rhyming everyone
Cause I know I was born with a built-in iron lung
Don't you compare to me cause we are not the same side
Different speeds, different lines like the A forty five
Driving 90 in a 30 got me feeling so alive
Cause I'm three times faster, instead of 2, no you can't divide me
Cause I do this shit nicely, got my white tee
Running up the hillz, just to piss upon that tree
I'll never be the same, another day, Ruth kelly
Give the tip the hat then stab it back like Tom Shelby
Now I'm on point with all of the hits
With all of the bullets that I spit
And when your pellets come to miss
You'll know that I'm the top dog in this biz
I'm on top of the food chain
Drink the blood like kool-aid
Now she brings me those horizons
And now i know that I'm gonna be okay
Put these bitches into fractions
With these different kinds of reactions
About to take you cunts
Into a different plain, domain expansion
Cause I got that hollow purple
Bitch I do not need rehearsals
Bravo six, in the dark, external
As my sights they seek in thermal
I am in the darkest depth is where I belong
Spinning round the barrel of the tommy gun
Gasping on the pressure as it weighs a tonne
I'm in the red sea, like an iron lung
Bars are getting heavy, getting way too to handle
Gotta capture the line, split up the rhymes, examine and dismantle
I'm a white, trash rapper who is out rhyming everyone
Cause I know I was born with a built-in iron lung
Hi, my name is rabbit, the wrath is what I'm seeking
It feels like I'm mockingjay, the way I'm undefeated
Wearing ego like a medal, then I'm coming for the necks
All these rappers deserve less, I don't mean the disrespect
But these fuckers getting cocky, no wonder they try and block me
And from this day I pounder, if they're ever gonna top me
When all they talk is nothing
Promoting pill consumption
Hey wait, my phone is buzzing
Oh look, it's W4RP who's calling
The misery part, the story of hip-hop
We can all now see that it's starting to flat line
But the ones with the auto ones
Are the ones inside of the front lines
Like a moth to the flame
By the way that they flex
But if they're the goat, then y'all the sheep
And I'm a fucking T-rex
So go ahead and keep me in this cage, in this paradox
Cause you know I gotta gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss
That's just how it's going to be
Gotta keep on with the grind non-stop
Till the day I hit the top will be the day that rabbit saves hip-hop



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Writer(s): Jan Wright
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