Running laps till I've got a hundred stacks,
Tell emcees that false started there ain't no coming back/
Pass me the mic like a baton in the relay,
no starter gun needed just a scratch from the DJ/
Stay in your lane I step out of mine,
no disqualification necessary coz thats how I write the rhyme/
Messy as fuck like its code on the page,
running laps around rappers its been over for days/
Still its here thats how u can tell that its all for the love,
Hungry on the mic treat the fucking beat like its grub/
I've had enough, just playing yo I always need more,
with tongue twisters like she sells sea shells on sea shores/
See it means more, when a level of efforts applied,
a lot of skill being used on this method tonight/
it don't matter how many takes long as we getting it right,
just eat my dust if my pae you can't keep it up you suck you fuck...
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024