Laid-Back Studios - Diary Of A Madman (Freestyle) lyrics

I will dominate this game, in my own messed up way A single sentence will place concern in your brain I'm learning in ways and it's certain your amazed Every word i drop's hot; like the burning of flames Hate me or admire me; my flow is still on fire G I'm a f**ing madman; you can check my diary There is not a name that could take my prize Every bar i spit's true; check my eyes; no lies! Sometimes i look at life and wonder how I'm coping For every door i shut; there's another window open At first i thought i see, but I'm not sure what i saw Cause when i try to focus, its seems to turn obscure I feel as strong as Pluto, no help without no glucose I feel to blame someone, but i don't know who though I soak into your mind, like water doest to gravel I stick inside your mind, like skin to a tattoo Try to f** me over; cuzzie i will smash you Up dash you, take my j**els and i will f**ing stab you Friend will soon insult us, I stick tight like a cult does Take your money from you like a f**ing toll bruv I am my own defender; clash me i will end you Check my sessions with my mentor; Music's what I'm meant for... I had to tell man “change your mood quick” Cah a dude got rude had a mood switch Told me “hold up blood you best move quick” I told him “don't even try it fam I'm too sick!” I had to make my own way, that's why i shot weed I got raised up the hard way; don't hesitate to pop G's I rep my own crews, get back or you've got beef Hold tight the black & purple like i cotch with swat team People look at me like, clarkys got a messed mind Man are just vexed cause clarkys got the best lines See me in the street like clarkys got them blessed eyes I'm always on a blaze, cause clarkys never stressed high I vex guys, wreck mics, mic check 1 2 1 2 check mic, no next wet rhymes Check out clarky he's so fresh right Fresh creps, blessed s**, clarkys the best like I can't tell right from wrong, yet I'm a f**ing don Find me in the street or in the studio I got If not check connections, teaching youths lessons About how to bar on a beat with perfection Make no exceptions, clarkys got an obsession I'll steal anything in sight, hold tight your possessions! Let's go, Tesco, Clarkys a klepto Police shout my name “golf alpha golf echo”.... I sneak out late at night, just to go bun cess Dun'kno, i know, this brings me no success Mumzies going mad again, “gage why your eyes red?” I swear I'm just tired; ‘Ed', that's why my eyes are red Plus I'm kind of hungry, im'a munch then I'm off to bed Lame excuses never work; f** it, mum I'm wrecked I bunned a couple ten bags cause I'm so damn stressed... Diary of a madman, read what i get up to And if you don't like it? Cuzzie f** you