CuthAdam And Cuth – Break Your Heart Lyrics
Lyrics
- First rule of writing: show don’t tell
- So show me, don’t tell me
- I know you think that your cold flow’s healthy, I disagree
- You’re ignorantly living if you don’t know self
- So if you’re rapping in a ???? shell
- Then it’s back to the dojo, hold don’t sell
- I’m more drawn to the stories that hobos tell
- And better times that arise when you owe no wealth
- Cause I know that
- And if your flow don’t gel to the beat then you’re old hat
- I’m sure you roam roads nightly
- And wouldn't fight me, you’d knife me
- Slice me, stand me in a toast rack
- It wasn't edgy in the Naughties
- But now it’s all trife, same old story it’s boring
- What’s raw? The door’s open
- How about we step through it?
- I’m at a rap gig sitting at the back napping
- My barometer will wobble for a shit storm
- Not a potter muggy kid’s talk, rickshaw swinging
- Slip few pieces missing from the jigsaw
- Here’s a tip: keep lips zipped more
- It’s like watching flipping chicks brawl
- It’s never pretty in any city
- Grim thoughts spark nights out vibes overboard
- Like decency and good feelings hopped off this seesaw
- To be truthful, I might do too much thinking
- For a while back there I stopped listening
- But now I listen in a few cats killing it
- But more than a few crass idiots exude mass ignorance
- We've let ‘em through, I've moved back witnessing
- I’m mad tired of just making excuses like UK hip hop’s good
- Gotta find the gems, go back 5 or 10 years, what exactly?
- No more passive Adam, my verb’s active
- Sorry if I’m being didactic
- Been building a while, chest muscles need relaxing
- Been chewing on this ish all day like a matchstick
- Spark it off brickwork, make flame
- Put it to the kindling I sling under a waste name
- Here’s another thing: what’s with all the gay hate?
- It’s a waste of air talk page brain space
- Even close mans are on some live and let live tip
- If a man digs men, why do you give a shit?
- Bring up my sexual practice, I flex from an index that’s two red holes in your chest from a nipple twist
- And I won’t say what my practice is
- See what imagination will do
- It’s as relevant as having sweet or savory tooth's, right?
- And I’m a pudding man, what?
- I like a crumble and custard
- You wanna rumble you fuck wits?
- I got culinary muscles too
- I swing with my inner child, I got a bigger smile
- You’ll probably see it when I run at you
- I put it down and I look around for something new, something fresh
- Something cool, nah scrap cool
- Just anything to move me
- I moved to a new scene, it did me good
- Jumped my boundaries like you probably wished you could
- Suck a lemon in a good way
- Cleanse palate, look straight
- Maybe even take down your hood mate, chill at home
- I sound like a prick, I know
- I wouldn't either believe, go figure holmes
- Just this box that we’re in isn't getting any bigger though
- I didn't want to
- I just had to
- Cause I consume this music
- And I produce this music
- I look around and see cats abusing this music
- I just wanna be moved by music