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Instrumentap: ⬆️

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| Sing A Song: |

< #DarkBeat >

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Artist;

Jaxx Moxx

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{Intro}

(Ayo!..)

{Chorus I}

• Will you’s sing a song with me?

• You’s can sing along with me?

(Ha-ha…)

• Will you’s sing a song with me?

• You’s can sing along with me?

{Verse I}

• Ever since I’ve been on this fu**ing medication 

• It seems I always seem off like I’m in entertainment 

• I can hear all the nee-nors go by my residential 

• And like a donkey, I go eeyore as to my dedication

• As if I’m like “What’s need for all this **it revelations?..”

• And they need to respond just like an explanation 

• While I’m here deformed from nonetheless sedation 

• I think it’s quite the seesaw or be it deprivation 

• It feels like they’re holding me back and I can’t be me 

• The mental health services knowing I’m a bad E.G.G

• All that just becuase I was growing into a sad preteen 

• ‘Cause I wanted to be flowing on a dark beat please 

• And my eyes are usually closing in a half sleep dream 

• I remember my Dad smoking and my a**e beatings

• And I would normally be choking on some whacky weed 

• Probably the reason I’m dozing and counting antsy sheep 

{Chorus II}

• Will you’s sing a song with me?

• You’s can sing along with me?

(Ha-ha…)

• Will you’s sing a song with me?

• You’s can sing along with me?

(Ha-ha…)

• Will you’s sing a song with me?

• You’s can sing along with me?

(Ha-ha…)

• Will you’s sing a song with me?

• You’s can sing along with me?

{Verse II}

• I’ve got enough capacity to realise I have impaired cognition 

• And my neuroplasticity isn’t to avoid a trip to the opticians 

• I’ve just found out dramatically that my sister may have autism 

• And it’s like I’m sporadically trapped inside a locked prison   

• Like this is absolute blasphemy and I’d have to say “No officer 

• I was averting a tragedy rather than it be my naughtiness!..”

• Though to the rest of humanity, it’s isn’t so blindingly obvious 

• Like “No, your majesty, don’t behead me in front of an audience!..”

{Chorus III}

• Will you’s sing a song with me?

• You’s can sing along with me?

(Ha-ha…)

• Will you’s sing a song with me?

• You’s can sing along with me?

(Ha-ha…)

• Will you’s sing a song with me?

• You’s can sing along with me?

(Ha-ha…)

• Will you’s sing a song with me?

• You’s can sing along with me?

{Verse III}

• And please don’t go on like you have the topple and the glory 

• Or I’ma have to do that one rhyme like the moral of the story 

• Which turns into a brawl fight when you’s squabble and it’s gory 

• So just make sure you’s talk right, I won’t waffle on, it’s boring 

(Huh…)

• That’s why you’s aren’t alright, you’ll have a wobble and the snoring 

• That or you’s might go offline with your bottle if it’s pouring 

• ‘Cause the rain hits hard all night in my hostel and it’s pouring 

• I could be the main cause like your role model isn’t touring 

{Chorus IIII}

• Will you’s sing a song with me?

• You’s can sing along with me?

(Ha-ha…)

• Will you’s sing a song with me?

• You’s can sing along with me?

(Ha-ha…)

• Will you’s sing a song with me?

• You’s can sing along with me?

(Ha-ha…)

• Will you’s sing a song with me?

• You’s can sing along with me?

{Outro}

-(…)

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©️ Jack Stephen Moss

A broken clock, is right twice a day,

I might be wrong, til times change,

While like clockwork you remain,

Another capital-i-sa-tion,

Of C U Next Tuesday cunt,

The demon's come to fuck a pussy up again.

I can't even read an analogue clock.
Hands on faces? Makes no sense at all.
You can? Ohh... I understand now.
It's cause you're disappointed, right?
No? Did you see your posts?
Figure that one out, while I show you how it's done.

This is less a-bout answerin the philosophical question of who's right,

Whether twice, thrice or four times a day, zero fucks gave in a metaphorical disguise,

Of the broken clock analogy it must be midnight as I'm committin this crime,

Cause everyone's palms are towards the sky as I call the shots for your demise,

Ring ring defines how I'll run circles round you while usin the cord of your land line,

So you'll choke on a dial tone unable to respond, see how they coincide?

It's telephone homicide whenever I rhyme, dare you to try n write a reply,

Cry out on your mobile device, go ahead I'll silence all of your cries,

Like an ignorant parent with a baby monitor, I'm turnin it off junior,

Claimin to be a son of Lucifer, dude no child of mine wears an adult diaper,

Still pissin your pants at 24 urine deep up shits creek with no paddle to maneuver,

This fuckin loser's consumin fecal matter must be why he spits diarrhetic saliva,

Wantin beef with me prepare to get served cold n raw with lyrical steak tartare,

You can't match this bruh, I don't even see symmetry when lookin at a mirror,

For Easter I'm crackin eggs n silencin the lambs by resurrectin my persona,

So this clone knows they're nothin in comparison to the original Hannibal Lecter.

Even the strongest will got an Achilles’ heel

iron will, diamond-forged in steel

born in fire where my inner child still feels

purpose in the pressure, I don’t bend or kneel

I don’t sway like a choir when the structure collapse

learned pride come before fall from the cracks in the past

pain of being tamed, shame tryna latch

but every titan that I face got a fault they can’t mask

Every titan that I face got a chink in the armour

even the strongest hold a weakness they harbour

even the heart of a lion can be silenced in karma

I don’t break, I don’t bend-I just sharpen the trauma

Shape into my final form-this that formula of war

brittle legends get torn to bits at the crack of dawn

younger me watching like a ghost in the storm

echo of my innocence gone, can’t feel it no more

soft core turned pressure point, that’s what made me hard

what was once human now armoured in scars

no rewind, no return, no version of what we are

just a fracture turned focus-I was forged in the dark

Even the strongest will got an Achilles’ heel

iron will, diamond-forged in steel

born in fire where my inner child still bleeds

purpose in the pressure-measured by how I speak

I don’t bend so take a seat, never kneel for the weak

don’t sway when the structure collapse beneath my feet

pride comes before the fall-felt it deep in my core

mapped it through the cracks in the past I ignored

memories resurface in that bitter-sweet score

dream recalls distorted, echoes seep through the walls

still growing like seeds I been sowing through scars

learning from fractures while I’m pushing past odds

pain of being tamed, shame still cutting like glass

but every titan that I face got a fault they can’t mask

every titan that I face got a chink in the armour

even the strongest hold a weakness they harbour

heart of a lion still silenced by karma

I don’t break, I don’t bend-I just sharpen the trauma

shape-shift into final form-this the formula of war

brittle legends get torn at the crack of dawn

younger me watching like a ghost in the storm

fury in the silence-now the torment is born

echo of my innocence severed and gone

can’t feel it no more-had to bury and mourn

soft core turned pressure point-now I peak when I’m pressed

double anointed, I step but don’t speak what I’m blessed

flex in the pressure, I bend but I don’t ever break

what they called a weakness now decides what I take

I don’t fight with the world-I just shift how I’m placed 

graveyard shift-leave a trace, then erase what remains

what was once human now armoured in scars

no rewind, no return, no version of what we are

just a fracture turned focus-I was forged in the dark

now the heel that once crippled me kicks some of the hardest art

It's like the world changed...

Isolated for years,

and now a statement of truth leaves you in worse shape

like birthday cake at Hispanic Parties

they happily pull you apart

and cover your face until you say sorry..

after? they pushing the same button, you become Atari

Stomach lobbying for pity parties, you become the party.

obvious, the opulence enough to break a soldier's arm

Motivated to disrupt the service from a gold facade

black and blue tongue, biting down, paths? Just choose one.

The Psychopath not a new one,

I should have saw the signs, He was Las Vegas

we was flies flying in an echo chamber

High off the vapors of I told you so

and now that all the truth is known, I told you so

has mutated to let it go

but poetic code instills the memory in living stone

Even if I'm dead it wouldn't go, because they lost control

All the manuals of hold on the bottom row are known

now the marketing is code, and connected souls, GO!

Go corner posted, always stay W

Linguistic tactics can suffocate the comfortable

The mortal bruising Homelander with Away Fists.

Psychonaut traveling brainwaves with the grey's lips

Radiating matrix, my lattice like a space ship

The atoms in me shape shifts the moment that I say this.

Nickolodean of Ancient Car Tunes

Painting with raw mood, see the suede shift to leather

Pandemonium tainted,

The podium smashed if you're a fake bitch, taking the mic

walk up to the stage, snatch it and take it

always laugh, but I hate it.

passion displayed tapping the glass but always way too flaccid to break it

Lacking a greatness? Maybe it's self destruction

Maybe the gilded button is trying to tell me something

Ugly duckling becoming a commador of stomach rupture

Wilfred Owen lost inside a trench of sticky won't recover

[Chorus]

Smile as the world Dies,

Wild, the accursed mind

Staring at the sky

To see the clouds for the last time

Looking at the grass before

I feel the shockwave

the buildings are crashing down

a few seconds and I'll be okay

[Postchorus]

A few seconds and I'll be okay

A few seconds and I'll be okay

that's all that It will take

that's all that it will take.

[Verse 2]

Lost when the world, constantly unfurls like a scroll

Monclaire of the Law, I don't.

lacking rawness? What a massive joke.

Bringing shine to Ear, Cochlear Manifold

Hope that cancel's stone,

Master poet that can evoke cancer potions as antidotes.

Poet bespoke, my flow made the wheel.

I know. Edward Snowden, but a light post.

Letters potent with the nitro-glow.

I'm a pyro citizen, canisters dripping with gold

that I use to explode like this.

Screams from the dead in the mask I sniff. (Spyro)

Fire breath, desire grows like Hydra heads,

entire flow in fire steps.

The rhythm hits, striking with iron fists,

Danny Rand with the hands of a scientist. (Rick!)

Painter of verse, so sadistic,

he can go the distance with broken tendons.

Explode the henchmen who stood at attention.

The minute their knees cracked, I heard it and stepped in.

Burn like the radiation. Absurd

that I play the station,

but can't be the station.

Words creating the stage that I'm placing brick by brick.

I'm the face of creation.

I need to stay low, cause Plato,

Archimedes archetypes

get trapped in the depth of their fluorescent halo.

[Bridge]

Being aware of the chain

doesn't make me less afraid.

Being aware I'm slave

doesn't make it suddenly okay.

Being aware of the chain

doesn't make me less afraid.

Being aware I'm slave

doesn't make it suddenly okay.

Chorus]

Smile as the world Dies,

Wild, the accursed mind

Staring at the sky

To see the clouds for the last time

Looking at the grass before

I feel the shockwave

the buildings are crashing down

a few seconds and I'll be okay

[Postchorus]

A few seconds and I'll be okay

A few seconds and I'll be okay

that's all that It will take

that's all that it will take.

Instrumental: ⬆️

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| Fiver: |

< #Notes >

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Artist;

Jaxx Moxx

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{Intro}

-[Instrumental]

(Yeah… Don’t take this song too seriously, we wouldn’t do that would we!?.)

{Verse I}

• Yeah, am so blown out and I’ve got the munchies 

• I’m not very much owed out so will you get me some cookies?

• And I can roll out ‘cause I have a little extra money 

• Have some spare dough now, and am feeling lucky 

• If they’re not sold out, get yourself a scratch card, lovely 

• We’ll go a row down and maybe you can keep the 1p

• But am so out of it that I really want somet for my tummy 

• You can get a coke out of it as well and no, the one that’s yummy

• She came back with a scratchy and a little scran 

• While I was rolling my backy and writing a song called Middle Man 

• I actually said “Surprise me!..” Taffy made me hiccup bad 

• So I smoked on the whacky with my sealed bag 

• She wasn’t getting any from Jacky, she rubbed her nickel hard 

• On the cardy, so much that she had a crippled arm 

[*Female Artist*]

• “Jack, order a taxi!.. We’re going to the fricking bank!..”

• “I could cry I’m so happy!..” [Jaxx Moxx] “Yeah, I’ll be the one to pickup cash…”

{Chorus I}

• And I can’t be a**ed going but I’ve gotta say 

• Am passing you a fiver to go to the shop

• I’ve got the high ground, I’ve just been paid 

• Am passing you a fiver to go to the shop

• I don’t feel like it and am gagging for a vape 

• Am passing you a fiver to go to the shop 

• And will you pass Danny that tenner on the way?

• Am passing you a fiver to go to the shop

{Verse II}

• So now, we’re as rich as a bit** ‘cause I hit the jackpot 

• Should I turn my house into the ritz or a crack spot?

• Nah, am gunna be thrifty and invest in a new laptop 

• And my notes are all in fifties so I expect no back talk 

• But she was being shifty, asked if she could have one 

• “You can do a strip tease and after, I’ll put it in your back pock’…”

• “It was a euphemism Missy!..” but she didn’t catch on 

• She envisioned her life pristine and skyscrapers in the backdrop

• But I knew something was fishy so I gave her the last straw 

• I may’ve been risky but so was leaving my new scooter off a padlock 

• Plus this new girl Krissy was looking at me like a ragdoll 

• So I dumped Cindy and ever since, my di** is on blast off 

• And my a**e has been licky and they’re calling me a Rap God 

• They know something’s whiffy by the way I scratch balls 

• But they’re simply iffy like the people who go on Cash Call 

• But my green is more sticky and they do me a fast drop 

{Chorus II}

• And I can’t be a**ed going but I’ve gotta say 

• Am passing you a fiver to go to the shop

• I’ve got the high ground, I’ve just been paid 

• Am passing you a fiver to go to the shop

• I don’t feel like it and am gagging for a vape 

• Am passing you a fiver to go to the shop 

• And will you pass Danny that tenner on the way?

• Am passing you a fiver to go to the shop

{Verse III}

• So I’m with this new girl and we’re living our next chapter 

• They say the tables’ll soon turn when life’s a disaster 

• But I think that’s a loose term as am occupying a manor 

• They thought I was too stern on my ex but am thankless

• You see, my loot isn’t earned like my respect for the gangsters 

• I even left a fool hurt how he’d stole from my bankers 

• Like what I did to my slewed bird, I can be a heartless ba**ard

• It can be a cruel world but now, I live happily ever after 

{Outro}

-[Instrumental]

(Yeah… This song is for all you ungrateful son’s of bit**es who have really nice partners and don’t appreciate it… You don’t know how lucky you’s are!..)

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©️ Jack Stephen Moss

ayo most these dudes rhymes is too obtuse like they playing a game of duck duck goose with untied shoes try to teach the craft they miss used thinkin they was the illest in the booth but they rhymes is the silliest shit ever spit and thats the truth they be lollygagging get mad when im actually rappin when i grab the mic magic happen exposing the gap when i invade they land and plant the flag in they get insecure thinkin im braggin all because they rhymes is shorter than billbo baggins and sounding trash they couldnt fathom the level i be at when im attackin with ill shit i use when practicing got em pacing getting obsessed with my shit that im lacing probably better than most u play on ur radio station they poke and make fun then run when i grab the grenade and pull the pin once again its like im in a rari and it golf carts im racing. those that be knowing get what im saying aint nobody bumping the shit they be spraying its like they got kaoken and ima full blown super sayian on some goku shit like i got plot armor saving my skin everytime they try to test my pen i leave them holdin they intestines asking is he really that dope like it was a real question im on my conquest like link questing keepin shook fools guessing but they aint messin with the shit im reppin they start with lets battle then get taught a lesson then try to flip it like they was the teacher in the session.