4daize - 4daize Mate Lyrics

(4Daize mate)

So why do i rap?
I don't belong in this scene
The young lads think i'm whack
They really don't like me
Tell em' how it is they f*ck up
And try n' fight me
Come out of it crying
Like "Why the f*ck did you bite me?"
Cos you called out my weakness
Assuming i'm nice Ghee
Offensive mechanisms naturally since i was 3
Make an "Ass" out of "U" and "Me"
I sink my teeth until you bleed
And then rhyme my way through your nursery

With a Hickory dickory
Look at me quick'a'ly
I won't fall for your trickery
They constructed it sick'a'ly
Clocks are all prick'a'ly pears
Aint' nicking me Bear Essentially
Put em there to tock-tick at me yeah?
So i stick em' in squares
Just to count out who says
"That's a round hole dude
That peg don't wanna go there!"
How you know that's true?
Cos someone else told you?
Who were they in the Zoo?
Teaching you to "Cuckoo"
Snakes mate! Your lion to yourself
Play the mocking jay
Call me just the same, maybe? Carly Rae
But better might i say
On the dawn of doomsday
Betty beat a bit of batter
Burnt her bouncy boobay's
Butter melted in her butt hole "burp"
Blew bubbles away like a souffle
They should of checked on me hey?
Too scared to open the gate too soon
Now it's too late
Before my forte
Sink in a blink and take the cake

Now i eat my mistakes no matter the taste
I do whatever it takes just to commit to the waste
I'd put myself in last place for you to pick up the pace
Your life's a movie think "Kintsugi" next time that it breaks
Your scars are made of gold
Know your fears have been faced
There's no such thing as disgrace
But give whatever aint' fake
If it's nothing "Great"
Some only give what they take
But the sheriff and his Rotty can do nothing to stop me
When i go Robin of Loxly the cops wanna flock me
Like seagulls at the beach "I bought these chips! F*ck off me!"

I don't advocate the devil, judge him fairly on this level
Take my All but not my Soul
Give me nothing, let us revel together
Changing weather to suit the Mother better
Natures subtle little feather
Father's Sun let's get it wetter
You can tell me your plans, I can give you the proof
Do a handstand then slip and flip off the roof
Blame it on my tight pants
"Man they tickled me gooch!"
Still lets a licker know i can Turner misso of Hooch

Your a sweaty ass crack
With an anal leak
You need a whipper snipper
Weed whacking like it's bush week
You got the itch i gotta scratch
That's why my fingers wreak
Best bit of the batch alright i'll give you a peek
Kentukin f*ckin' finger lick
You moody pricks with baby dicks are retarded
Cops the killer Doofy is this scary movie? "Shit"
That jackets tight "Right, left, right, left, hit!"
Trying to crack a funny honey
Like your life's a f*cking skit
Someone should have taught you how to f*cking sit
All these bitches lie
Backing up on me makes me sick

The big bad wolf blows 3 times a day
But the third don't hoof like the first one "Hey"
Oh that's my horse and so what if he's gay
I still saddle him up for a ride "Errrday"
Just for a joke i went and named him Friday
T.G.I a good bloke and he wore it okay
Sometimes it's like "Reid, you gotta watch what you say"
So i sent my shit to Disney now my life's a screenplay
They're like "Yo! Where the f*ck do you get off?"
Let em' know i'm going past the drivers stop
End of the line your booted off, he's parking at the de-pot
I'm on the other side busting out shattering the seed pod
Tuning in on frequencies, sailing on galactic seas
Magic, science if your asking me "It's a misty breeze"
So once you know just what you need
See through the haze clearly with a nutty ease
I'm a streetwise scholar of the highest degree
Who's clean now "Holla" climbing a tree
Chopping my knee just to see see see
If i could Hip Hop better with a leg like Steve's

My curse; Love the worst to help em' do better
To hearse, not to purse
I aint' rapping for cheddar
Exerting the work, am i resting up? Never!
Till i'm covered in dirt then i'll rep the 3 letter
Like a terima kasih, licka my assy
Then go tick up a pasty from the emperor Nasi
Fry it tight fastly, I fly at night arsey
Fighter jets can't pass me, i'm a Boeing "Blasty!"
Finger singed on the grassy
That's why my eyes be glassy
Even though i speak street sweet and classy

(4Daize mate)