Adam The Rapper - Break Your Heart lyrics

[Intro] And I knew I didn't want to have to do it at all [Verse] 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 faux road 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 own 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 so trad, same old story it's boring What's raw? The door's open How about we step through it? I'm at a rap gigs sitting at the back napping My barometer will wobble for a sh** storm Not a pot of 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 k**ing it But more than a few cra** idiots exude ma** 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 pa**ive 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 closed minds are on some live and let live tip If a man digs men, why do you give a sh**? Bring up my s**ual practice, I flex thumb and 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 savoury tooths, right? And I'm a pudding man, what? I like a crumble and custard You wanna rumble you f**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 s** 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 [Outro] And that's us (all of it) Adam and Cuth (yeah) Letters EP - done So it's goodbye from me (bye) And it's goodbye from Cuth (see ya) (Ha ha) Thanks for listening, peace