Standard - Letter Bomb ft Catch 22

Taken from All Talk

Sugar Free 2010

Produced by I.C.

2010 Sugar Free


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Lyrics

The letterbox opens, it falls inside
Contents bulging, swelling with pride
Oh the excitement! The parcel looks so vibrant
But whats inside has grown morbid through confinement
Whats inside? Maybe something that I'll like?
Suprise! You got a fucking stick of dynamite
Short fused, easily ignited and volatile
Ready to explode in your face with a rotten style
But for the right fucking reasons
See, the way you treat me, I treat as treason
And I'm done believing that it wasn't intentional
And now I'm scheming to get some revenge on y'all
The only way I know, that's in cursive
But something combustible keeps on lurking in these verses
On a trip wire with selective sensitivity
Eliminating anyone who's trying to get rid of me

And I ain't tryina do no wrong
But every rhyme I write is like a fucking letter bomb
You're curious to the contents without even knowing it
What's inside? Blaow when you open it

-Catch 22
Now I'm intentionally incendiary, it's meant to be hatemail
With eyes red I'm more baked than a cake sale
So fuck your chainmail, I'm sending suspect packages
That blow up when you open them, result in burns and bandages
We're fucking savages, well how else am I managing
To make my demo blow up using postage and packaging
Well I could pack it in but for real, I'd be fucked
'Cause if I ever have to eat my own words then I'll self destruct
If I'm abrupt it's 'cause my fuse is short like fireworks
And you could never match me even if I let you buy a verse
My flows are firebursts, each verse is dipped in gasoline
If I say I'm meant to blow then I mean this whole scene to smithereens
For those that don't believe what we've achieved or think we've failed
You won't be telling til it's over once you've checked your mail
You'll feel my words like braille and If you still feel to react
Then I might blow up in your face just like I'm booby trapped
-Standard
And I ain't tryina do no wrong, I just write
And I've come to find that effort ain't required
It's like, I never knew my saliva was venomous
And if I did, then I'd be spitting less adventurous
And it was stupid to think we shared immunities
And I was stupid to think that there was two of me
I'm just splitting myself, between hostility
And good intentions only ever heard as a sililoque
And it's killing me, there ain't a thing to do
Except find some solace knowing that it's killing you
Penned thoughts like C4
Dropping through your front door
The inside of the envelopes the last thing that the cunt saw

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[kemticscience]

gOOD SHIT HOMIE U KINDA SOUND LIKE CHESTER P

[leicester2daniel]

keep them coming bro -1-