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Plethora
04:16
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Extra, extra, hear all about it
Time to expose all them frauds that’s around me
Ya’ll are being cheated it’s peak like the mountain
I’m rounding it up, now it’s time for accounting /
Show you all of the bullshit that I’m surrounded
By, it’s time that I, break it down like ounces
Along the way, many doubted, had my thoughts
Very shrouded, heavy clouded, I watch the rain pour /
Had me focusing on the pain more, looking back
For a solution I never came across, no
Still playing at every game I lost
Bad mates, could never shake em off / it took
Years for me to find my way and I won’t lose it again
For nobody, best be moving the same
Best be worthy of being in the same room as my name, don’t make me
Prove it again ya lame, and all ya crew be the same /
CHORUS
I'm the Chief, I'm the Editor
Bring me any competitor
Got words, letters, etcetera
Peddle 'em by the plethora X 2
Fresh off the press, I said it the best
Competitors get stretched, stepping with regular text
It’s making me vex, I’m megatron making a mess
Turning MCs into molecular specks /
And now I’m back again, the levels are dead
Always spitting the same shit, oh there you go, you said it again
Caused me to step for the pen, time to
Raise the bar up again, my back back on the bench /
That’s why the rhymes that I’m packing are hench, just look how
Lethal I really be, I’m actually dench
And I’m betting you, get left in the dressing room
No there’s no extra room for you to be sat on the bench /
Yo we know you’re talking lies bruv gotta be
mad thinking your opposing my stuff, now your
Times up, you talk boring, I’m broad stroking
So when I spit, I paint so much more of story /
CHORUS
The editor in chief, predator on pages
And I already know I better you on stages
And I done know I been better for ages, Im
Gracious, never done it to be famous /
But for the greatness, you could say that I’m guilty, and I’ll
Stay, doing it my way, until it’s milky
out of this world in a whole other galaxy, writing the
Type of rhymes that try and defy gravity /
The type of rhymes combined with precise alchemy
The type of rhymes, got you wanting to take a jab at me
Mad at me, from the way its piff and I pattern it, Smiths
On a different planet, when he’s chittering chattering /
So if you need me, you’ll see me beaming on Saturns Rings
looking fly, no flapping wings
you could say I’m gifted, like 3 travelled kings
So look at all the magic things, Matic brings /
CHORUS
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Sweet Tooth
04:37
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Zenith
03:22
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Each day that I wake up you can believe that I’m grateful
Believe it even more so when receiving a plateful
Why you so hateful, play the cards dealt and make do
That attitude, you carry too’s the cause of why your days dull /
I stay full, full of love, from
just being with my niece and seeing her being playful, her and her
Older sisters the reason I keep it stable
They keep me able, same goes for the people you see /
Seated at the table, the only thing that’s ever disco-
nnected is the cable. No need for vanity,
If Mom can stir the ladle and keep the plate full
Made with love, that’s why I move graceful /
Way too good to notice them looking down all there noses
I broke all the preconceptions and hurdled over the notions
Ya’ll are moving crazy, stuck in a loco motion, stripped of
Emotion, need to get a grip like torsion /
On it 24, cos 16s never enough, 8 more
chances I’m letting off, to get hands on and get it sussed
Im garn, when the pedal thrusts to the metal you get the dust, when its
Settles, you just, better know better ain't nobody better trust /
Plus, I only deal with positivity
Believe me I can feel it, its real when the devils inna me
Taking over the inner me, turning him to an enemy
Diluting my energy, beating up on a better me
When I wake I wanna feel like a Phoenix
No matter what it takes, heading straight to the Zenith
Gotta beat the Beasts and Behemoths
Once I'm on Mars, gotta reach for Venus X 2
Every night I lay sleepless, feeling the days deepness
Walking in the bleakness, feeling all of the weakness
I know it’s hard to keep a sequence, and rise above it
All like a Phoenix, soaring like the eagles /
I stay on point like the end of your joint might,
I stay on point right, on the end of the needles
Where I can see you, close but far from near you
But faraway enough that I don’t hear you /
Pray I stay clear of them same situations
Misery loves company but keep ya invitation
I’d rather seek for innovation, where creativity’s
Peak and there be no limitation, positivity / 12
Seeks out leaks out inspiration, information
in to the nation, a world without definition
of segregation, Blacks and everything in
between to Caucasian inside the same spacing /
Fuck race it’s just Face to face relations
Whether you’re Jamaican, Haitian or Croatian, we’re
All a mutation from the same foundation,
On one wavelength broadcasting on the same station
When I wake I wanna feel like a Phoenix
No matter what it takes, heading straight to the Zenith
Gotta beat the Beasts and Behemoths
Once I'm on Mars, gotta reach for Venus X 2
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Float
03:38
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Now you can see me
Floating through life, and quoting a few rhymes
Hoping I don’t got a need to go do time
Tryna walk a straight path never do crime
Thats a snake back, it’s the ladders that I do climb /
Keep it cooler than the feeling under moonlight
Try’n keep feelings of me being by the poolside
That’s where I wanna be what I do like
being stressed out everyday that’s a fools life /
nah, that ain’t the way to try and live
And everyday you do I swear you die a bit
Find the things that bring you joy and don’t be hiding it
Find a vibe with it, like Marie Kondo tidying /
It’s your bed and your the only one who has to lie in it
Find some sort of prize and set your eye on it
Floating, flying so high
Scoping and I'm eyeing that prize
Hoping, you're trying my high
It's potent, if you try it, you'll like X 2
You might see me
Chilling on roadside still I got my hopes high, as
long as I get home and don’t get caught by po-lice
Be such a shame, because today was so nice, and
I ain’t tryna end it spending it on a slow night /
so I proceed to walk by
speaking po-lite preaching more life’s
how I’m greeting all my close people more time
If you need me at all best believe me I’m close by
Best believe Never need to question it
if I’m by your side, your in my circle it’s evident
We don’t focus on the irrelevant, notice we got
no time for negatives, we just keep on developing
Tryna get way ahead of it, never stuck in the race
Can’t nobody hold me down, Puffy & Mase
Can’t nobody stop me from me getting up in the place
Sitting at the table for cake stuffing my face
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Paper Planes
03:37
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Nobodys believing what you say you make
We know ya going nowhere you stay the same
Don’t forget to double check, changing lanes
Flying high in paper planes /
Nobody’s believing all the fame you claim
Even in the latest sportwear you stay the same
Don’t forget to double check, changing lanes
Flying high in paper planes /
Never gonna last riding trends
Trust, And by the time it’s ends,
Might’ve made a small amount of ends
But did you even make it out ya ends / Was you
even really helping out ya friends would them
friends have been about without a Benz Always
feel a need to force it through a lens, There’s
gotta be a time you don’t pretend / it’s only
your self you send round the bend, there’s so many
other things I could recommend, things for you to
get a hold of and apprehend, you
can always try better your last attempt /
Same shit different day, you man say the
same shit in different ways, if only I could
fake it and slip in place, then maybe I could
say I make a million a day, I could say I got /
six whips and six chicks with big tits but, even
now it sounds silly to say - that’s not what I’m
about, nah, that’s not what imma spout, nah, my head up in the
clouds, is not really my way, I ain’t feeling it mate /
Nobodys believing - still you stay
forcing it and reaching - is there even a
motive or a meaning - who you pleasing with
all this what you’re speaking, surely you’ve got a reason /
Surely you know, we all know you’re deceiving
Not saying nothing new at all, you’re repeating
I know you’re bluffing, can only afford the cheapest
You Sunday Leaguers, only balling on weekend / but
Everyday you say you’re making all types of waves, but your just
floating further away tryna walk in the deep end
losing your feet when living under a pretence
One day I hope for sure you see sense /
There’s a better sequence, where you don’t even need pence
See all you needings, a little bit of credence
A little bit of breathing - space to find your freedoms
Stop tryna save face - and fight your demons /
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6. |
Level
03:28
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CHORUS
Stood on the roadside dreaming
Looking back on a place, my days spent scheming
Way before I knew or had a clue what I was seeking
Before I knew where the road were leading
I spent the whole time bleeding, plus
The sweat and tears it was leaking, just
Running from the Devil and the Demons
'Til I was up on level and it was even
I remember going work everyday, then
straight to the studio, they weren’t any play, I was
tryna find all of the ways, words can behave, I was
filling them pads, I was always turning the page /
Way before I said a word on a stage, I was
putting in time just like bird in a cage. I was
putting in work like the first of the slaves, the only
aim was so you heard of my name /
Remember being stood on the kerb in the rain
Up to no good on my worsest behaviour
Type of things would leave a person amazed >
For certain, had to start diverting my ways /
Showed the other cheek, was turning my face
Don’t come trouble me, I’m turning away
and still I learn every day, how
to make a change, in turn elevate /
CHORUS
I remember when days were real slow
I had nowhere to go, would always feel low
Would always feel mad, always try to push blame
Them days were real sad, always played out the same /
So many along the way I caused pain
Here’s my apology sorry it’s so late, in all
honesty, I know it probably it won’t play But I
hope one day we get to conversate, so
I can explain, not just justifying none of the shit
But that guy you knew then, now I’m nothing to him,
There was too many emotions, and I bottled it in
Choking, he didn’t know life was throttling him /
I hope I’m forgiven for a lot of my sins
and if not, then still nothings stopping the win
Move on, live good til it’s a coffin I’m in
them old ways I gotta drop in the bin /
CHORUS
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Blasé
02:38
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I'm tired of the bullshit
Tired of all you liars, tired of you trying
Saying I and I's the culprit, you're full of shit
Just tryna find an hour, tryna find the power
I'm just tryna get this bulb lit
Spark some ideas, get me or one of my peers
Right up on the pulpit, to the top like a full clip
I can feel it's quiet near, the only thing going down
is your girl with a light beer
Dealing with the present I'm right here
As the moon burns crescent, I light 3 up
Blazing strain for strain, but ironically
I'm just changing pain for pain, but this is my gear
And I aint changing lanes I've steered quiet clear
To break away from the chains, no-one in sight near
I think the aim is the same as far as I feel
No stress, feeling light like a white sphere
Tired of the fake shit
Tired of all the fronting, tired of the stunting
I don't know how long I can take it
But I gotta face it, tryna keep it honest
Tryna keep a promise, tell my Niece I'll never break it
Spend some time with her, cos anytime that I'm with her
I know she feels the safest
Theres not much that I won't do to see her face lit
Could never break this, Cuban Link chain shit
I do my thing cos what you lot think, ain't shit
The view of a King just using ink to paint shit
Displaying brains in the brain cos some pain sticks
Along with that weed music be, my main fix
My second home is where the stage is
And I haven't got no problems stopping to take pics
And while your whole styles basic
I make shit thats out of this world like where space sits
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Matic Mouth Sheffield, UK
Hailing from Sheffield U.K., Matic Mouth is an MC/Rapper who was recently part of Hip-Hop collective Clubs &
Spades.
After going solo to continue his own musical journey, Matic has worked with numerous producers to experiment and create unique sounding projects and singles.
Currently aiming to collaborate with many more U.K. artists, who are also looking to push creative boundaries.
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