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Oh Please
by Sebby Collins
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(Scarred for life)
Oh please, the way they don’t need
Someone to go seize, these broke beats, to smoke these
Haters, the debaters slow breathe to hope these
Diss tracks, miss that, no need, to slow speed
I spit these rhymes, to give me highs, don’t smoke weed
Criticise, different lines, the haters provoke me
Traitors, talk shit, debaters, it won’t go free
“Laters,” walk it, haters, you won’t slow me
Because yo’ need, a lyrical MC
Literal OG, to minimise yo’ speech
MVP, envy me, give me time, and these lines
Will annihilate them, and I will slate them
Haters blow me sky high, like I don’t lead, ho heed
This message: haters try sly, but stow me
On playlists, shit’s chess, bitch, non play this, you won’t beat
Me: ain’t shit - creative, not low speed, don’t throw leads
Freefalling when I be balling, don’t know me
‘Cause it ain’t me calling, won’t show me
It’s cutthroat, but I just know, they’re all so lean
I suppose, I unfroze, when they went and chose me
Got enough doubts, rough clout, buff clouds throw me
But no three, will make me so lean, I know me
Growth speed, don’t need, to go slowly, mostly
Halving pain, Carter - Wayne, masturbate, glass the same
Don’t need it but I’ll smoke weed until I don’t breathe
My corpse, a sly Norse, and now I sow reap
Guy Fawkes, guy thought why not die for a sly plot
Die from this ticking rhyme bomb, ticking time bomb
Then my pen will send some aggressive shots
At haters, men who spend their days getting shot
(Scarred for life)
Oh please, the way they don’t need
Someone to go seize, these broke beats, to smoke these
Haters, the debaters slow breathe to hope these
Diss tracks, miss that, no need, to slow speed
I spit these rhymes, to give me highs, don’t smoke weed
Criticise, different lines, the haters provoke me
Traitors, talk shit, debaters, it won’t go free
“Laters,” walk it, haters, you won’t slow me
Because yo’ need, a lyrical MC
Literal OG, to minimise yo’ speech
MVP, envy me, give me time, and these lines
Will annihilate them, and I will slate them
Haters blow me sky high, like I don’t lead, ho heed
This message: haters try sly, but stow me
On playlists, shit’s chess, bitch, non play this, you won’t beat
Me: ain’t shit - creative, not low speed, don’t throw leads
Freefalling when I be balling, don’t know me
‘Cause it ain’t me calling, won’t show me
It’s cutthroat, but I just know, they’re all so lean
I suppose, I unfroze, when they went and chose me
Got enough doubts, rough clout, buff clouds throw me
But no three, will make me so lean, I know me
Growth speed, don’t need, to go slowly, mostly
Halving pain, Carter - Wayne, masturbate, glass the same
Don’t need it but I’ll smoke weed until I don’t breathe
My corpse, a sly Norse, and now I sow reap
Guy Fawkes, guy thought why not die for a sly plot
Die from this ticking rhyme bomb, ticking time bomb
Then my pen will send some aggressive shots
At haters, men who spend their days getting shot
