Vulcan - Shogun

Yeah

It’s real now

Let’s speak out

Fuck your weak views

Take two minutes to peer through

My optics, am feeling like makin a killing

Feeling like fillin up my pockets

Massacring like Pol Potts for the profit

No religious affiliation, man stop it

Half tall grey, half monstrous

How you gonna stop this?

I don’t need to pop clips

Once I drop this

In the stove

And whip it slow

I get all a you addicted to my flow

You look a little timid though

As I sit and scribble notes

An alchemist, still make it apparent this

Isn’t for the gold

I was born in '97

So fuck your profession

I don’t know where my head is

Treasure forever hidden, just hope I don’t get sectioned

Smoking organic, making you panic, man

Fuck all that peace chat

# Where the gat at

Rat-a-tat-tat

Speaker bang

Speaking slang

Got your bitch in arm

Telling her, she don’t need a man

So what does that make me?

I’ve been a little bit fucked lately

I dont wanna be another stereotype

I gotta grow up, man it’s really fucked

18 years old, thinkin about ending my life

Don’t give a fuck for your judgement

Yer lucky I only throw punches

When I write

So fuckin selfish, I’ll admit it

That’s why this is scripted

I’m not talented or gifted

Or up and coming

I’m just obsessed with stressing, fucking running

From a lifestyle, that I’ve hated for a while

But I’ve pushed everybody that ever meant anything to me away

Just wanted to get my dick sucked

Always tryna crack jokes, little sick fuck

Why can’t I just, appreciate life

And smile

If you hate me, it’s mutual

The sound of your body hitting the ground is beautiful

I’m like immovable object

In God’s head and there’s weed still in my cuticles

Still doing all the things I used to do

Crucially, my hatred was created in the crucible

Of loneliness

Thank fuck I poked my head up out the cubicle

I gotta make it apparent

I lost a parent, well I never had him

Daddy was a no show and the pain burned out so slow

Dead beat big brother, can’t even tell my mum on her birthday that I love her

Wish it was the way it was when I was making den’s out of boxes and covers

Boxing with destiny, not a fucking one hit wonder

I’ll make sure you remember this

Bet I end up better than deviling

Put your bets on the devil in

My pen again, a medalling symbol of petulance

Gotta get it in, I’m the mercury in these so called veteran’s medicine

Escaping my selfish ways

With my brain spread on a page

So I put my soul in a song

So it may linger on

But I’m never calling that bitch back

Smokin afghan on the ave

I went through it all in the fucking past

Never again, never again, man

It’s MFTM, MFTM man

Save all of your hate

Throw it back in your face

Hardly a subliminal

Young sinner still feeling old

Hardly stereotypical

Taking it back, wu-tang warrior that paisley raised

So I’ll never sit in first class

Abuse my intuition

I see the weak when these MCs are spitting

Fuck the fraudulant freudian slips

I’m slipping, I really wish I went to prison

Fallen victim to the system

Just a social condition

I’m fixed in, between genius and insanity

Never shed a tear when my uncle passed 'cos it had to be

Doctor’s warned him about the bevy

Didn’t fucking listen, good old uncle Henry

Saw myself in him, he lied, stole and cheated anybody out of anything

I’m acting like it matters when it doesn’t

Sold his soul for substance

But fuck it

Long as I grip this fucking mic like a vulcan

I just wish I got the chance to say I loved him

Sold his fuckin soul for the substance

But man fuck it…