Ratchet - High Rise lyrics

Yeah D-V-Z Big Up Ratchet Hold tight Danny C Yeah, yeah you know how we do this It's Tales From The Crypt 2006, well equipt Yeah big up Mikey, it's OutTakers Tales From The, Tales From The [Verse 1] It's like, appreciate the craftsmanship Lyrics interacting with the beat to form a partnership Developing the sk** I need to use and start enhancing it Got lines to make your carca** split, find your stash and dart with it And if you dream of being better, then depart with it I aim above the clouds, and Lord's heaven's where my target is I'll never lose, I'm too proud, you'll wish you never started it Like alien conspiracies, we'll never know the half of it But how can we be the only living creatures in a universe that features, more planets than a library has readers I talk but inside of me I'm speechless, wary of the secrets that we stumble over when the reaper meets us I need to try and rise up and out my own demise, cleanse your ears from spitters that continually told you lies But none of this was accidentally plotted overnight, I'm one of few oversights so don't be acting so surprised When the art of intelligent bars and flowing dies Spitters take a seat, forget what you think you know inside My thoughts and their thoughts definitely don't coincide My mind's a cave of no return, I'm warning you, don't go inside It's like Illuminati scrolls, your inner secrecy That's why you see me drift away when loose ballers speak to me Keep my flows tight the way it is and way it needs to be Not everybody knows right, it's life ain't what it seems to me Yeah, but it seems to me I'm a castaway Guided by nan's soul, my light throughout my darkest day Time moves too fast, I can't just let it pa** away Keep on writing filthy, makes an impact in the largest way It's straight lyricism, the street's a villain ridden Before the thugs hit the clubs, make sure the milli's hidden It's either competition, no I didn't think up vision Friends of mine doing time behind stingy prisons But when it comes to bars call me the emperor, seventeen but I only need sixteen to dismember ya Sorry if I offended you, Im not this co*ky regular but people wanna talk like they're better? I'm f**ing ending ya I think to walk up in the bank, brandish the calibre Bag up all the money then just fly away to Malaga I'll take my boys with me but I'll leave behind the scavengers Disappointed with spitters will call us the new amba**adors Making altercations and changing the way we spit in Britain Revealing hidden talents when I compose myself and ride the rhythm God knows my pride is hidden, slowly I unite the system Gathered an army in these cold streets to fight for wisdom Open the brackets, me and Ratchet, the ultimate package A combination known to be savage, he makes the beat and I choke and attack it People patrolling the planet, know that my flow is volcanic It's tuck with me like the smell of weed smoke in my jacket But I'm hidden like the text in the DaVinci code Invisible to the public eye because nobody thinks I'll blow On point but I'm thinking slow, I think it's time to make a roach And grab the rizla and weed and then just roll and smoke Inhale the smoke of a rebel, I'm independently firing Demonic scripts so sick i've awoken the devil And yes I'm broke on a level, nah I'm not lying I'm constantly trying to get my music off the ground and flying It's like, I cause big commotion, runaway like locomotion Come back at a better time and grab an eighth and start the smoking It's like I'm only joking, I'm only going home But not before years of cannabis smoke and sweat and broken bones Feeling sh** like an informant who broke the oaths And now he knows every man on road is hunting for his soul That's how it goes, although I never give the mic up I never get no money, recognitions or magazine write-ups And the odds are against me, maybe it's time to put the mic up But I love the music, can't decide, I'm trying to make my mind up Ten years time, looking down the line, where will I wind up? Working like a b**h or in the sun happily signed up? Laughing 'cause it beats me, yeah, I'm what the streets speak And I'm standing on d**h's peak at twenty thousand feet I need twenty grand a week to fulfil the life I need So pa** the rizla and weed, let me proceed