Havoc - Three Blind Mice lyrics

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Havoc - Three Blind Mice lyrics

Yeh, everyday man Yeh, no guilt [Verse 1] I ain't felt no guilt in a while All them guys in the guild they beguiled Eye for an eye they ain't a patch on my style This rap thing's sh**, I'm just the top of the pile Who then are you men? I'm coming with the piece, not true zen Pop and decease and desist, any who peepin at this When I flip it, man, spin move, don't matter if they creepin they miss All of them in the circle just huddle, my vision see further than hubble These balloon raps pop off, sorry to burst your bubble Little rappers get burnt with their wack talks Ain't got no spark, I put you in the match-box Or beat you like a boxing match, trick Don't try and jux the style you can't even steal socks that match, and sh** Flecks of spit fly as the rhymes brush over your head Without a single drop of bleach, I give your whole crew frosted tips The bars throw shade like sun-up in a jailhouse Why am I there when I'm young enough to be jailbait Sparks don't fly, no Tinder match, rhymers out of date Stock standard rappers got a stale mouth [Hook] Three blind mice; see how they run Every which way to the witch's house the smell entice Uh, one by one she cook thrice Anyone can lose their vision for the right price You ever wonder, what Mother Hubbard's canine picked If she ain't have a bone in her cupboard? You think she had that Pedigree covered? Nah, that dog became a hunter, muzzle got blood coloured [Verse 2] I'm sure when I'm old and withered these will be my best years Seers to the coffin, I differ from these drifters Can't push ‘em off the cliff; already hit rock bottom I dither from their path, organic raps when I off ‘em Gra** can't grow on the beaten track - Why your girl's p**y hairless; I know those that'd k** their cousins just to get their sneakers back Success s**s, excess; I don't need the key to that Dogs barking gotta grab em by the ruff Give a f** if ya man is buff, ring the f**ing lighthouse I always call the bluff, when I call I talk gruff Feed these rap listeners, just like piggies at the trough b**hes tremble at the clef, gotta keep your chin-up See I'm about respect, they gettin pimped in the queue Joining the talent pool with the rest Wearing they ex Huf 5 panel while they waiting for the Heff But the booty got stars, her a** tricks got Asterix attached like a Gaul Pray before battle raps - the beef blessed I spit Halal Yeh, BLESS-UP, ya'll just Vikings I'm the Jarl Good golly, Miss Molly you done f**ed all my friends up More than f**ing Golliwogs f** with your daughter's heads Just hood folly b**h prolly do nothing before thy end up Caught and stuck in dolly shots, f** b**h for nothing's left Truth be told your fiery raps Should not sound like they came from a variety pack [Hook] Three blind mice; see how they run Every which way to the witch's house the smell entice Uh, one by one she cook thrice Anyone can lose their vision for the right price You ever wonder, what Mother Hubbard's canine picked If she ain't have a bone in her cupboard? You think she had that Pedigree covered? Nah, that dog became a hunter, muzzle got blood coloured [Verse 3] Coming for your neck that dog ruff Innocence can be rugged, lack of bliss can be sweet A strong entrance without a form of exit that's defeat I ain't defeat too much winning just leaves me deplete But these obstacles won't have me obsolete I do that myself when I'm giving all these props to peeps Peep what your brother spoke Seen what I loved once the other day but it don't recognise me in the other coat And I say that cuz since you left I added another layer Only problem is I don't feel like an artist, I'm just a painter Doing odd jobs, always thought this rap was strange Probably would've gotten that callback though, if I wasn't out of range I need a change, like poor fashion choice I just get flashbacks of raps from Royce, loving my rhymes But feeling I gotta lash my voice, the strap and rope I hang from Lacks a hoist, so I fall forever Blind in a bottomless pit feel like vermin seeking out the blender Mash me up [Verse 4] Fitted out, until I remembered the cost of wearing to conceal the monster there-in, lies Feel like I lost my bearing and rap became my foster parent But put me up for adoption soon as they met him, he Got tired out of caring they gave him the boot but still spared him Carry a shank, cuz I gotta carve my own lane out there Every man for himself, I'd rather take the cane and prepare For beatings, my wealth is in the pain I bear, it's laid out bare On the track, don't fade out there, don't fade out there, don't fade out there We fade, the barber is prickly gotta watch how close he shave so near Prickly got barbs watch the blade at the hair Still caught in the trough feel wavy Don't look up to stars I look up to scars like I'm Seal's baby Means I respect the fight not the victory drinks in a chateau Respect the climb not the plateau What matters yo?? R.E.F in the Shadow

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