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Incase I Die Young ( IIDY)

Sometimes Ft Oscar Acalim (Prelude)

Lyrics

Oscar:
Night time
the night shine
moonlights bottle of moon shine,
crusade vigilantes
pity parties
the city feels sublime (sub-lime)
nine lives carved next to an outline
I could run rhymes while seasons pass by
sick of next time and nice try
so now its ride or die die for pride
not knowing whether its morning or night time
I’m cooped up in my cave so long
I could avalanche you with poems
my minds a maze amazed
my heart cold
as cold as blades and ice skates
these poems are gonna kill me one day
death by poetry
 that’s cool coz my vision is spread amongst the colony
death by poetry
I can feel the world spinning from under me
Death by poetry
Good thing i got something I can vent on

Set:
Nowa days I feel to say f music,
How many people tried to take my kindness for weakness and abuse it
Fake friends got me on the edge I might lose it
(I might lose  it?)
Should I take it back to basics?
When I was running in the streets doing madness tryna make it ?
To make a quick quid
Instead of going liquid
Look how I flipped it and saved it
Getting into trouble mixing with the people that they hated
Machiavellian to get em off my trail
I Made a strategy, an executed it, well I faked it
(Well, I faked it)
fell back coz the things I was saying on the track as a younger where dangerous
the (d-evils) where generous
but to me it was easy
to these other emcees it was strenuous
coz when you outshine the master
there’s a good chance that they wanna grab the guns to come blast ya
made a bunch of dud tracks just to throw them off my sent (Sigh )
to make em say he was shit, so I could disappear and reinvent
 reinvent reinvent reinvent
lets take a walk on the green grass, to the other side
excited bout the future with my covered eyes (look)
just to open a cupboard full of nothing but some hungry belly lullaby’s
  (lullabies)
another night, good highs and good byes all amounted to a low 
balance
hold hands or hold cannons
let it lock in like old taverns
little emcees on the ends rapping bout their strap and a benz, 
they are no challenge
my clothes and my cars may not be that different to the average 
guys
but I drop them jail bars that make you sit back in your time and analyse
democratic rap groups talking bout capitalizing  
so I break away, now Im lost inside the freedom that I need to be finding
with or without the beat [road not taken, beaten path ref]
still comes to the “nigger on the street”
like a bolt of lightning [racism]
go listen to every wrapper inside the ends since 05
then come back to my face and tell me that I aint the only ghost right in
(the only ghost writing reversed)
as a kid I stood in front of vg witness to a knifing
the thrill of fear and adrenaline excitement
had me lost for words jumped on my pedal bike bunny hopped all across the curb
tryna blank out the sight that I just saw
hit the shop for a bigga and patty
clocked a fiend on the fourth floor moving scatty
pissy elevators, shattered dragon stout bottles
watching over manor was the neighbourhood role models
but no planner just a 4 foot shh and a big ass scanner
tryna listen out for boydem
coz when they come we avoid them
dropping water bombs from the fifth floor to annoy them 
man brang grime beats from Tottenham to Croydon
while the yardies cooking up a bbq
telling stories from foreign that you never knew
new era akademiks where quite common
top ends to limbury shop was the ride often
from they heard I could rap they wanna vibe off him
now their tryna infiltrate so they can try stop him
an artist life is hard i swear to god im on guard
coz I tried working hard, and even tried shotting  
made a few licks and even tried robbing
give up my sins and still I gained nothing
on my last leg what more can they take from him
the devils on my heals but still I keep running
if gods got a place for me then im coming
if gods got a place for me then im coming
if gods got a place for me then im coming
(I said, there aint no chains holding me down )
nan I grew up from a fool rapping on youtube
still me, but they talking bout the new you
streets still love a yout like the used to
grime freestyles that we handed out by Bluetooth
tryna express the anger with gun rhymes
but I was dropping jewels on em “sometimes”
we where heavy in the streets caught up in the beef
before the ganja and running from the one time
at times I get the feeling that its 99
a darker tint on life would the game be the same if Robert Greene wrote a 49th
know its much deeper when their asking you questions
tryna get the info on your movements and investments
know yourself because you don’t know your bredrins
while your chasing down the feeling of acceptance
I left a trail of poetry to point you in the right direction
Take a seat and watch the movies of the mind
In the theatre of life, High
You can catch me chilling up inside the smoker’s section (repeated)

Hate on, hate on, haters ( repeated )
I wish I didn’t waste so much time…
running the streets at night
(im leaving this plantation it might the last chance to escape)
at least police didn’t have many times
to read me my rights
running, running, running
( its time we leave.. damn these chains) [scene from the roots, 
Kunta being whipped]
and I know I know I know what its like
caught up in fights
but aint no difference
(coz if there’s hell below then where all gonna go) 
[Curtis Mayfeild]
step on my nigga keep running 
keep up keep up
keep moving in your nikes
keep moving on through the nights
keep moving on them flights
( there’s no real limitations, they say love takes patience’s,
all we ever really had was time,
if I wasted many seconds there was never no perfection
all I ever really had was mine, sometimes sometimes )
Narator:
So if I was to say to you, I am what I say I am (free)
What would that mean ? ( we did it)
Now if you was to say, he is what he is
Wouldn’t that bring value to both of us ?
(ahh I got all of you, every single one of you)
well I played a nasty trick one that would have you believe im taking this music down this road and then I made a nasty left a complete a uturn [ushers uturn ]
you see its much much deeper than just the surface…
 Oscar:
Death by poetry… that’s cool because my vision is spread amongst the colony
Death by poetry…
Narator 
So are we dead or are we alive then?