Death Note ft. indigomerkaba Lyrics

My rhyme pad is my Death Note

My manifesto

Swipe at them, let's go

Why? Because I said so

I don't do this for

The bread, dough

Checks, or a Benzo

Do it so my head copes

My rhyme pad is my Death Note

My manifesto

Swipe at them, let's go

Why? Because I said so

I don't do this for

The bread, dough

Checks, or a Benzo

Do it so my head copes

Step to the next show

On stage, with the best flow

I was born for this

From the get-go

Shine with a fresh glow

Tightly connect dope

Kill mics, write like

Light with a Death Note

Top-notch, not mistaken

Often faded

Blunt to the face

It's a must I blaze it

I ain't here to play games

like Operation

Doctor, patient

My gift my curse

I'm godforsaken

Not for Satan

Lots of naked sluts

Chocolate, Asian

Yeah, I got temptation

Tounge's a tasting

Lungs amazing

Coughing, wasted but

Head noise, got lots invading

Monster, spaceships

Out of this world

I'm lost misplaced in

My own dome, stuck in a rut

For fucking ages

Leave 'em shocked and shaking

Cut from the same

Cloth of greatness

Dr. Dre is

Sometimes, I can't take this shit

Guess I'm constipated

I love and hate it

Some day I'll tell Mum

I made it

And I cannot fake it

My dream's on the run

So I gun and chase it

Take a breather

Ain't no way you beat us

Can't defeat us

We the faster creatures

Past elite, just

Too far to reach us

On par with cheetahs

I laugh and eat you guys

I'm God-sent

Go and ask the preachers

What you think I write on

When I need a spark?

Killer like a python

When I speak my heart

Craft evil, Knievel

At my peak, at last

Pen and pad my therapy

Like a piece of art

My rhyme pad is my Death Note

My manifesto

Swipe at them, let's go

Why? Because I said so

I don't do this for

The bread, dough

Checks, or a Benzo

Do it so my head copes

Step to the next show

On stage, with the best flow

I was born for this

From the get-go

Shine with a fresh glow

Tightly connect dope

Kill mics, write like

Light with a Death Note

Long kiss goodnight

Brother, I'm writing death notes

I've been spitting petrol

Since an adolescent

Let's go

I don't need to get dough

I just need to vent bro

Because ever since I said my truth

I hear my story get cloned

Yeah, fuck

So what you said, bro?

I'm doing 90 in a 40-zone

Looking for fucking dead blokes

Mind's crazy

It's been harder to

Write a rhyme lately

I just think back on my past

And how I'm hurting my lady

Damn, there ain't no talking it out

I came to kill shit

They ridiculed my formula how?

So, now

There ain't talking it out

It's on-site with these pussies

Steady talking me down

Yeah I've been stalking the town

Trying to get back to my rightful place

The throne is mine

Fuck this city

And it's spiteful ways

Lightning came and struck twice

Created fire, that's how I was made

Now I'm in Hell

Plotting on my escape

Hah, fuckhead

My rhyme pad is my Death Note

My manifesto

Swipe at them, let's go

Why? Because I said so

I don't do this for

The bread, dough

Checks, or a Benzo

Do it so my head copes

Step to the next show

On stage, with the best flow

I was born for this

From the get-go

Shine with a fresh glow

Tightly connect dope

Kill mics, write like

Light with a Death Note