The Type from Sidekick Visions by Beetone

Im a street kid keeping it wise on the roads /
R-Kelly keep the down low so no body knows /
Drink jack until my head gives in and explodes /
Not that good, until I grab the mic (the story unfolds) /
So keep moving something like an unstoppable train /
Scratch the surface of the game until its something like a black board /
Hear the pain, stay cool like a rasta /
Thats the, evident equation to lift up in space /
Im sick of this, bicorous , witness, sickness /
I give the spirits to the really unwell just like a hypnotist /
Tock, lift off to the hip hop, Hit not the bong keep ticking like a wrist watch /
Keep talking, Keep Hawking, aint nobody help me up /
So G keep walking, girl keep flossing /
You wont see me until my time is up /
And no, fool dont give me that shit that I be sick at rap /
An injured cat because when I drop man I was aiming for the bigger chap /
Nik-Nak, spittin the facts, take the dogs bone screaming you mutt you gonna give me that /
Nahh I'm not the type to give a damn about puppies and kittens /
I'm the guy who loves extremists like rob when he's fishing /
And part of my condition of autism, Mortician superstition, /
Politician karma make me sign the partition /
Although life's fiction, Writer deaf, he can't listen /
I'm also into efficient, expedition, intermission /
And a Ram, see what's burning in the kitchen /
I'm into elicit, plant able, green cures, edible with a vision /
"Here we go", back up in the stereo /
B double E, took a while but I'm caring yo /
Hysterical, collateral damager, man I bury your /
King henry Rein in the Ice cold heavy snow /
Getting old now, Not 14 no more /
Technologies grown, can't sell CD's galore /
So my keys to doors, in the scenic porch /
As I perform shows screaming "Please applaud" /
Let's Ride, the track of the train (Beat of course) /
As I perform shows as the next rap lyricist /
Song of a ventriloquist, who's a little bit silly /
Bitch inheritance?, Please die, I'll be very rich /

Relax and control the mind flow of old cats /
Delivering the image, I was told growing the road /
Facts, don't seem to be one of you're strong points /
Since when at 3 were you pissed?, at 15 rolling a whole joint? /
Man you mental if you think that I'll consider twos /
You getting funny, cause you clowns be in the bigger shoes /
I guess you forgot you're place in the world of different crews /
And now you on the corner of the market selling big Issues /
I'm not the type to drink spirits, give me a bottle I guzzle it /
Maybe then I'll see god, ask him where all my troubles went /
You talking like a don? We know you're full of shit /
The closest you get to scary be close up watching horror flicks /
So test me like a teacher at school, I'm not a fool /
I hate life and don't acknowledge the rules /
My family life is so stressful, it's cruel /
Making me Iller than BIG said he was in unbelievable /
Said I was on track, I fell off too fast? /
Well I'm back, even Diddy's name couldn't handle that (Ha) /
Forgetting that bubble, the bottle of meds is /
Possibly causing my death, Possibly haunting my death /
So you should know me, for being savage and mad /
I'm brain dead, even my face was made in a lab /
By a weirdo with a beard, like Christmas' dad /
And Einstein's hair, but half shaved it was that mad /
I'm not the type!

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Instrumental Hip-Hop
• dj
• uk grime
• underground hip hop
• United Kingdom