The Agitated
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โฑ๏ธ 3:08 duration
๐ ID: 13048748
๐ Lyrics
Age nought, I was born straight to the stage floor
My mom's mates with a audience I played for
Age four when my dad went to prison
I was mad but untill he came back I didn't miss him
Age seven when I opened that front door
And made heaven from the parent that I just saw
And mom thought it was better if she let him in
It gave me the biggest lesson that I ever lived
Developing age eight I was left sad
I made mates and was graced with a step dad
Twelve years I was already smoking weed
And felt fear plus the law was a joke to me
So graffiti absorbed my attention
I thought I could mess and distort my reflection
Walked the direction of war and rejection
I scrawled on the desk on report in detention
One four I was thinking school, what for
Man I got thoughts plus i could sit about and shot draw
so I bunked of done a lot of graff in enough spots
Fuck cops dust off my cash for the skunk crops
It was just a way of life with the mates of mine
Standing in the face of fights and the baitest crimes
I always wondered what my life would be worth
Now I strive with the perks that my life should deserve
X2:
So fuck having a job and fuck ladies
I'm just grabbing my knob enough lately
A cunt gambling what you just gave me
Trust you? Maybe, Fuck you pay me
2 Skuff:
When I was born I never did cry I think I might have yawned
Bright eyes shining wide at all the sights before
By the time they cut the chord I was a handful
And as soon as I could walk I was a vandal
I hit the ground running and by the time I was eight or nine
I spend my play time stepping through my state of mind
I was a strange brainy child but a thoughtless kid
Me and my mates were naughty shits some teachers thought us thick
The first time the mic was held I was age twelve
I swear to god I raised hell plus the angels fell
I slay brain cells, with weed in my teenage life
Was like a curriculum trying to slay our creative drive
But I refuse to lose, cartoons and ill tunes
And garms is all I wanted, that's all I did and still do
I learned a thing or two and got a few to learn
And the rent that i earn son I might just deserve
X2:
So fuck crashing in squats, I'm up daily
Not having a job is just lazy
Skuff man will not give up quickly
Trust you? Bitch please, fuck you tick me
My mom's mates with a audience I played for
Age four when my dad went to prison
I was mad but untill he came back I didn't miss him
Age seven when I opened that front door
And made heaven from the parent that I just saw
And mom thought it was better if she let him in
It gave me the biggest lesson that I ever lived
Developing age eight I was left sad
I made mates and was graced with a step dad
Twelve years I was already smoking weed
And felt fear plus the law was a joke to me
So graffiti absorbed my attention
I thought I could mess and distort my reflection
Walked the direction of war and rejection
I scrawled on the desk on report in detention
One four I was thinking school, what for
Man I got thoughts plus i could sit about and shot draw
so I bunked of done a lot of graff in enough spots
Fuck cops dust off my cash for the skunk crops
It was just a way of life with the mates of mine
Standing in the face of fights and the baitest crimes
I always wondered what my life would be worth
Now I strive with the perks that my life should deserve
X2:
So fuck having a job and fuck ladies
I'm just grabbing my knob enough lately
A cunt gambling what you just gave me
Trust you? Maybe, Fuck you pay me
2 Skuff:
When I was born I never did cry I think I might have yawned
Bright eyes shining wide at all the sights before
By the time they cut the chord I was a handful
And as soon as I could walk I was a vandal
I hit the ground running and by the time I was eight or nine
I spend my play time stepping through my state of mind
I was a strange brainy child but a thoughtless kid
Me and my mates were naughty shits some teachers thought us thick
The first time the mic was held I was age twelve
I swear to god I raised hell plus the angels fell
I slay brain cells, with weed in my teenage life
Was like a curriculum trying to slay our creative drive
But I refuse to lose, cartoons and ill tunes
And garms is all I wanted, that's all I did and still do
I learned a thing or two and got a few to learn
And the rent that i earn son I might just deserve
X2:
So fuck crashing in squats, I'm up daily
Not having a job is just lazy
Skuff man will not give up quickly
Trust you? Bitch please, fuck you tick me
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.89] Age nought, I was born straight to the stage floor
[00:05.35] My mom's mates with a audience I played for
[00:08.14] Age four when my dad went to prison
[00:09.94] I was mad but untill he came back I didn't miss him
[00:12.64] Age seven when I opened that front door
[00:15.34] And made heaven from the parent that I just saw
[00:18.08] And mom thought it was better if she let him in
[00:19.84] It gave me the biggest lesson that I ever lived
[00:22.51] Developing age eight I was left sad
[00:25.27] I made mates and was graced with a step dad
[00:27.92] Twelve years I was already smoking weed
[00:30.62] And felt fear plus the law was a joke to me
[00:33.34] So graffiti absorbed my attention
[00:35.26] I thought I could mess and distort my reflection
[00:37.98] Walked the direction of war and rejection
[00:40.69] I scrawled on the desk on report in detention
[00:44.28] One four I was thinking school, what for
[00:46.02] Man I got thoughts plus i could sit about and shot draw
[00:48.72] so I bunked of done a lot of graff in enough spots
[00:50.58] Fuck cops dust off my cash for the skunk crops
[00:53.28] It was just a way of life with the mates of mine
[00:56.80] Standing in the face of fights and the baitest crimes
[00:58.60] I always wondered what my life would be worth
[01:01.36] Now I strive with the perks that my life should deserve
[01:03.23] X2:
[01:06.86] So fuck having a job and fuck ladies
[01:09.52] I'm just grabbing my knob enough lately
[01:10.45] A cunt gambling what you just gave me
[01:11.36] Trust you? Maybe, Fuck you pay me
[01:13.18] 2 Skuff:
[01:14.07] When I was born I never did cry I think I might have yawned
[01:26.66] Bright eyes shining wide at all the sights before
[01:29.37] By the time they cut the chord I was a handful
[01:32.06] And as soon as I could walk I was a vandal
[01:34.72] I hit the ground running and by the time I was eight or nine
[01:37.51] I spend my play time stepping through my state of mind
[01:40.25] I was a strange brainy child but a thoughtless kid
[01:42.04] Me and my mates were naughty shits some teachers thought us thick
[01:44.78] The first time the mic was held I was age twelve
[01:47.45] I swear to god I raised hell plus the angels fell
[01:51.09] I slay brain cells, with weed in my teenage life
[01:52.82] Was like a curriculum trying to slay our creative drive
[01:55.58] But I refuse to lose, cartoons and ill tunes
[01:57.33] And garms is all I wanted, that's all I did and still do
[02:00.08] I learned a thing or two and got a few to learn
[02:02.75] And the rent that i earn son I might just deserve
[02:05.53] X2:
[02:08.27] So fuck crashing in squats, I'm up daily
[02:09.17] Not having a job is just lazy
[02:10.96] Skuff man will not give up quickly
[02:13.66] Trust you? Bitch please, fuck you tick me
[02:18.16]
[00:05.35] My mom's mates with a audience I played for
[00:08.14] Age four when my dad went to prison
[00:09.94] I was mad but untill he came back I didn't miss him
[00:12.64] Age seven when I opened that front door
[00:15.34] And made heaven from the parent that I just saw
[00:18.08] And mom thought it was better if she let him in
[00:19.84] It gave me the biggest lesson that I ever lived
[00:22.51] Developing age eight I was left sad
[00:25.27] I made mates and was graced with a step dad
[00:27.92] Twelve years I was already smoking weed
[00:30.62] And felt fear plus the law was a joke to me
[00:33.34] So graffiti absorbed my attention
[00:35.26] I thought I could mess and distort my reflection
[00:37.98] Walked the direction of war and rejection
[00:40.69] I scrawled on the desk on report in detention
[00:44.28] One four I was thinking school, what for
[00:46.02] Man I got thoughts plus i could sit about and shot draw
[00:48.72] so I bunked of done a lot of graff in enough spots
[00:50.58] Fuck cops dust off my cash for the skunk crops
[00:53.28] It was just a way of life with the mates of mine
[00:56.80] Standing in the face of fights and the baitest crimes
[00:58.60] I always wondered what my life would be worth
[01:01.36] Now I strive with the perks that my life should deserve
[01:03.23] X2:
[01:06.86] So fuck having a job and fuck ladies
[01:09.52] I'm just grabbing my knob enough lately
[01:10.45] A cunt gambling what you just gave me
[01:11.36] Trust you? Maybe, Fuck you pay me
[01:13.18] 2 Skuff:
[01:14.07] When I was born I never did cry I think I might have yawned
[01:26.66] Bright eyes shining wide at all the sights before
[01:29.37] By the time they cut the chord I was a handful
[01:32.06] And as soon as I could walk I was a vandal
[01:34.72] I hit the ground running and by the time I was eight or nine
[01:37.51] I spend my play time stepping through my state of mind
[01:40.25] I was a strange brainy child but a thoughtless kid
[01:42.04] Me and my mates were naughty shits some teachers thought us thick
[01:44.78] The first time the mic was held I was age twelve
[01:47.45] I swear to god I raised hell plus the angels fell
[01:51.09] I slay brain cells, with weed in my teenage life
[01:52.82] Was like a curriculum trying to slay our creative drive
[01:55.58] But I refuse to lose, cartoons and ill tunes
[01:57.33] And garms is all I wanted, that's all I did and still do
[02:00.08] I learned a thing or two and got a few to learn
[02:02.75] And the rent that i earn son I might just deserve
[02:05.53] X2:
[02:08.27] So fuck crashing in squats, I'm up daily
[02:09.17] Not having a job is just lazy
[02:10.96] Skuff man will not give up quickly
[02:13.66] Trust you? Bitch please, fuck you tick me
[02:18.16]