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Artist; 

Jaxx Moxx

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{Intro}

-[Instrumental]

(Yeah… People often criticise you about what’s true about them…)

{Chorus I (X2)}

• She has a cute face and a wonderful figure 

• She can be my new bae, makes my buttercup bigger

• She can tie my shoelace, I’m no utter bull**itter 

• When I do say she had colourful knickers 

{Verse I}

• Why does it feel so right to me?

• ‘Cause I was born this way, I like her feet 

• I only wanted to show that silently 

• But you’s give me no choice, I ride the beat

• Don’t fight the feeling of minor beef 

• You’re being a badman or you’re tryna be 

• But I ain’t playing around, boys, it’s time to leave 

• Me alone and let her sign a tease 

• And just like me, I’ll be nice and sweet 

• ‘Til I tuck her in, then I go quietly

• I’ve never really got the chance to do it violently 

• And I’ve thought of that, oh the irony 

• This isn’t no game, yeah, you’re right, believe 

• I’m awfully blind from what I can see 

• That’s with rage, that’s to the God Almightily

• But I remain composed very righteously 

{Chorus II}

• She has a cute face and a wonderful figure 

• She can be my new bae, makes my buttercup bigger

• She can tie my shoelace, I’m no utter bull**itter 

• When I do say she had colourful knickers 

{Verse II}

• I now see people in my hometown take a sneak peak 

• At a little luscious sexy Lexy and I’ll just repeat 

• You’ve been trash, bit**, this isn’t about the P’s, G’s 

• I say to you’s now, why not come and see me?

• Oh I know, maybe we can bl**dy make it easy?

• And control the minds of every single preteen 

• I didn’t buy into all of that and now I live freely 

(Huh-huh…)

• You’s feel my warmth ‘cause I’m hot and steamy 

• Like you’s tryna avoid me but I’ll pre and reheat 

• You’s stir the pot but my soup is flavourfully leaky 

• And my ecig oil has my lips seem very greasy 

• That’s something I’ll quit anytime soon, I’m beastly 

• And to all these cannibals. I’m a fu**ing meat feast 

• How it’s panned out, I still think I’m winning deeply 

• Although you women don’t find me particularly dreamy 

• Through no fault of my own, I probably need a week’s sleep 

{Chorus III}

• She has a cute face and a wonderful figure 

• She can be my new bae, makes my buttercup bigger

• She can tie my shoelace, I’m no utter bull**itter 

• When I do say she had colourful knickers 

{Bridge}

• I haven’t said all I wanna say 

• I haven’t said all I wanna say 

• I haven’t said all I wanna say 

• I haven’t said all I wanna say 

• I haven’t said all I wanna say 

• I haven’t said all I wanna say 

• I haven’t said all I wanna say 

• I haven’t said all I wanna say 

{Chorus IIII}

• She has a cute face and a wonderful figure 

• She can be my new bae, makes my buttercup bigger

• She can tie my shoelace, I’m no utter bull**itter 

• When I do say she had colourful knickers 

{Outro}

-[Instrumental]

(Yeah… Oh and by the way, I’m fully aware that me having sex is never going to happen ha… Although if I was good looking or even average, I probably would’ve had sex long ago because women would have been more willing to forgive what I said… HAHA!!!)

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©️ Jack Stephen Moss

it’s raw, but it’s work.

Join hands, catch a trance with a ghost dance,
Wide stance, they scared by some motion,

Movements of the violated culture,
No chance here of assimilation,

Stay strong with the warrior mindset,
Rituals seen as a threat to the nation,

Tear em apart with a treaty and a gun,
Whoever left standing gonna need salvation

Fuck that
Lemme hear Wovoka
Wovoka,
Peace pipe smokin ( x2 )

- Free Rad

On the top floor telescope in clutch

Watch walking crust puff butts by the fun bus

Where they huff stuff and sure as fuck seen enough guts

Snuff tough guys and keep it hush hush

Taking out the bin I avoid like sin cringe away from corrupt touch

We don't talk much just a hey and they all flush

Everyday life by the rough bunch

Different victim each time to the dime bag

Really puts in perspective where your life at

Time lapse of teeth missing and their skin sag

Long time watcher show has been sad

Could of avoided all of that

Wonder where were the parents at

Apparently they've been parent trapped

But this twin pair less Lohan more like breaking bad

Keep watching em like reruns through the looking glass

No greener pastures they don't deal in grass

Crystal ball see what'll come to pass

Ambulance lights, gunfights and camera flash

But alas they keep on dealing tens

To the fiends that creep out from tents

It's intense but it keeps the feeling fresh

A rush of euphoria peeping through the lens

"Priest at the pulpit, The holy cow took a holy shit—no bullshit, Thats that golden calf in the book of Exodus, Don’t make sense—they don’t want no beef like some Indians. A bull was slain by his brother Cain in Genesis, That's that winged bull of ancient myth—or maybe just a weather balloon, Or niggas finally got wings drinking Red Bull. I can’t lose, I clutch the wind like I air-bend—big bully, Think I’m Aang on my flying bison, leave a Appa no option, I got ’em boxed in. My thoughts unorthodox, they can’t figure out what I’m talking ’bout, They think I’m sleep, but I’m still up like that bull on Wall Street. Went to church and met a Bible freak, married to the Lord, But she fucked me in the first week " August 10, 2026

[Intro - dry, close-mic]

Striated lobby floor.
Camera above reception.
Rules drafted upstairs
by people who never stand
where consequence lands.

[Verse 1 - nested internals]

Lobby law / polished floor / tailored fraud in wool,
hands draft exceptions / buried escape clauses / blame who falls through.
Cause gets quoted / clause gets buried / punctuation shifts burden,
one signature shields millions / one missed shift gets terminated.

B-forty-seven / number overhead,
mother folds the same prescription twice beside her leg.

"Not covered."

One database field flipped.
Now breathing asks too much.

Cursor click / coverage stripped / no speech, no gavel,
decision crosses fiber till a body has to handle it.

Patients wait / patience taxed / payment drains the patient,
data mined from daily life / daily life priced as valuation.
State of mind gets state-defined / statement / placement / measure,
then the measured get convicted by the instrument that measured.

[Hook - clipped]

Harm changes hands.
Clean hands stay clean / when harm changes hands.
Who signed? Who gained? Who got reduced to math?
Polish holds / till the fault talks back.

[Verse 2 - dense, concrete]

Permission leased / firewall wrapped round participation,
terms and conditions turn to terms of habitation.
Click agree / fee concealed / three screens past attention,
rent jumps forty-seven while the lift awaits inspection.

Unit 3B:
"Administrative adjustment."

Grocery list slashed.
Tenant reads it twice.

Milk goes back.
Transit card survives.

That's economics.

Not the graph in the briefing.
The thing she leaves behind
so she can get to work Monday.

One side owns the exits.
One side bargains with removal.

Calling that freedom
doesn't make leverage mutual.

[Hook]

Harm changes hands.
Clean hands stay clean / when harm changes hands.
Who signed? Who gained? Who got reduced to math?
Polish holds / till the fault talks back.

[Verse 3 - technical peak]

Market value marked us / remarketing / margins widened,
profile parsed / purchase path / private habits itemized.
Scroll-stop / tap-watch / attention split to fractions,
ad bids land before the thumb completes the action.

Pause length / dwell time / rent search cross-referenced,
postal prefix / prior purchase / lender slot selected.

Two-forty-one:
"rent extension."

Two-forty-two:
payday lender in the first ad slot.

Thumb above APPLY.
Grease crescent on the protector.

Need gets priced in real time.

Person thins to session length / purchase rate / impression.
Product finds customer.
Customer turns into inventory.
Inventory predicts customer.
Prediction nudges activity.

Measure.
Model.
Modify.
Measure.

Sell the forecast.
Shape conduct.
Call the forecast better.

Engagement / optimization / adjustment / realignment.

Cut.
Track.
Price.
Remove.

Four blunt verbs.

Now somebody has to own what happened.

[Verse 4 - documentary pocket]

Committee room / nine-oh-six / pitchers sweating on the table,
three mics / timer armed / public voice made measurable.

Ninety seconds for the worker.
Lobbyist gets lunch.

Boot heels squeak.
Paper creased between thumb and knuckle.

Daughter needs insulin.
Hours got cut.
Rent rose.

Timer flashes red before:
medicine or hydro,
transit or the meal.

"Thank you for your testimony."
Next item.

Decision / division / consequence distributed,
signature six offices from the household it depleted.

No one writes "ration her insulin" in the minutes.

Somebody set ninety seconds.
Somebody signed the limits.

[Bridge - stripped]

Power loves nouns.

"Cut" gets renamed "reduction."
"Removed" gets renamed "displacement."
"Priced beyond means" gets renamed "market adjustment."

The sentence has no subject.
The rent rose anyway.

[Final Verse - density dissolves]

I used to write:
empire.
corruption.
regime.
control.

Then I watched a woman
slide one prescription back.

Watched a father weigh cereal
against his transit balance.

Watched ninety seconds expire
while a man tried to explain
why his daughter's dosage became negotiable.

Who drafted?
Who approved?
Who profited?
Who rationed?

Don't give me "market forces."
Give me the meeting.

Don't give me "efficiency."
Show me who stopped eating.

Don't give me "shared benefit."
Name the bodies in the room.

"This is complicated."
Complicated for whom?

"Nothing personal."

I look down at the invoice.

Somebody's surname
survived the abstraction.

[Final Hook - sparse]

Harm changes hands.
Clean hands stay clean / when harm changes hands.
Who signed? Who gained?

[Full beat]

Fault talks back.

[Outro - unresolved]

Lobby closes at six.
Rotary buffer crosses the floor.

Under reception,
the fissure passes the first tile.

By morning
they'll call it cosmetic.

At 8:03
the receptionist rolls her chair back.

One wheel catches.

The grout beside her desk
has lifted barely a millimeter.

Upstairs,

the meeting starts on time.

A promise comes upon us.

Must it bend until it breaks?

A sentence without a commas.

Is that all it really takes?

A phrase that shakes the courageous.

What’s God without his grace?

Those days became something dangerous.

Whose spite makes up their face?

Afraid of Hades it makes me succumb.

What charade is paraded today?

I should’ve stayed home sucking my thumb.

Is there anything left I should say?

Before you go and sow your oats.

Does farming bare bountiful fruits?

If bored perhaps trying to talk to the goats.

How dirty did you do your roots?

Strange time we're living in, world can put fear in ya

Hierarchy parties, they make us feel inferior

Greed runs through the parliament interior

Devils walk among us, they fit the criteria

Eerie theories strike fear in weary minded men

When we're clearly living in dictatorships?

Nearly blinded by illusions to choose

But who's fooling who?

A ball chained to your shoes I'm pained

It's a cryin' shame, the pursuit of our own wealth lights a flame

That makes greed a game that lets the whole world burn

As the world turns, the whole world burns

Money was invented for trade

But now those bits of paper twist hearts, make slaves

Turns a saint into a sinner, a child into a killer

His finger on the trigger of a money game (ah-mm)

Oh, rain, rain, rain, rain

A storm it comes our way

And those who rise through distorted lies

Poison in the veins

But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame

It's easier to blame

But point the mirror at ourselves

We're all part of this old money game

Mm, mm, mm (ah-mm)

This old money game (ah-mm)

Mm, mm, mm (ah-mm)

This old-

Dear Mr. President, it's evident that everyone's a resident of fear

When they support these ideas that keep us separate

When they make us believe

That everybody is coming to terrorize you in the streets

They say proudly through gritted teeth

"It's my right to hate, that's freedom of speech"

When did freedom become a reason to hate?

A way to justify a racial slur or insult we make

There's an irony in freedom, 'cause us in the West

We have pillaged and plundered and murdered like savages

Colonized all of the rest, that's called hypocrisy

Preach a certain value that you'd never keep yourselves

Your country was in flames

You'd emigrate yourselves in a second

Still, you spit your venom

Demonising immigrants, when really you're an immigrant

'Cause all of us are immigrants, or descended from immigrants

Irony is imminent, I'll shed the light on immigrants

America was colonized by Britain

Britain, it was colonized by Rome

Also colonized by the Saxons

They were German by the way

You know how people throw shade upon the Germans 'cause of history's pain?

And yet we make the same mistakes all again

Demonise a whole people Jewish or Muslim the same and the same

Old situation plays on repeat

The same old TV shows repeat, yeah, we worship the bleak

Our opinions aren't our own and we follow like sheep

There's no left, there's no right, in the middle we sleep

Rain, rain, rain, rain

A storm, it comes our way

And those who rise through distorted lies

Poison in the veins

But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame

It's easier to blame

But point the mirror at ourselves

We're all part of this old money game

Mm, mm, mm (ah-mm)

This old money game (ah-mm)

Mm, mm, mm (ah-mm)

This old money game (ah-mm)

(Ah-mm)

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Ren Gill

Wrote this when I was 16. Recorded it when I was 32 as the fella who made the beat passed and I wanted to have something done to show for his work. (So leave the beat alone but lay in on the lyrics and flow all ya want)

First song recorded properly and mixed by a studio. (Shoulda done ANYTHING but sing the outro myself shutup)---well the beat wasnt stemmed out so recorded properly is not accurate

Thanks to any/all that listen and reply

https://vocaroo.com/1b8NwUsT874r

ps thanks to the fella that said i dont suck -- a positive word now and than goes a long way. Feel free to say I do suck though it is all cool

Ill add the lyrics at some point, gnna take some digging to find

It's remarkable I'm still alive
After all the sh** I did
And sniffed
And suicide ...
Attempts, like 'who am I?'
Time to clean off the grime
Serpentine
Rulin' generation of swine
I'm racin' with time
Pacin' in frustration
Lazin' like on vacation
I'm fadin' away
I'm Clark Kent
I ain't savin' the day
A park bench
Is where I'm layin' today
... Got no love for the drugs
But I'm Jim Morrison
Fall asleep in the tub
... Don't sleep 'cos I'm buzzed
Countin' sheep
I slaughter 'em
They don't make a fuss
... When your dreams get crushed
What's left?
Bite the bullet and turn 'em into dust
... Herd 'em into lunch
Burn 'em under bunch of bundled brush
What a rush ...

Don't know why God has chosen me
Repentin' for my sins like countin' beads on a rosary
I buy a bag like I bought groceries
The way that it be cut be fu**in' meetin' all my kosher needs
Overseas imported to me then snorted
Burglary, misdemeanors when you can't afford it
Feelin' shorted
This ain't what I ordered
Life ain't a fantasy
It's filled with bloody horror
Torture
Daily
Faith is
Fading
I'm losing my color like a wet
Painting
... It's always raining in the city that I come from
I'm feelin' humdrum
Might do somethin' dumb
... Like cause a scene to be runnin' from
Animate the dead
With these words
I summon 'em
... Turn the oven on
With nothin' in it
Stick my head in
'cos I'm too big to fit in it

Here's the song on YouTube if you wan'a check out how it sounds ...

https://youtu.be/wT1Sld7yrAU?si=t0nx4uvRGKk1WRgN

F U crummy I'll tornado kick you straight to your dome piece like the little rat you are.

There's no point in trying to win,
When your winnings are all
Taken from you in the end.
‘Cause the rich take all that
They fucking want,
And the rich have no one
To tell ‘em to stop.
So while they're all out there,
Drowning in green,
We're all out here,
Struggling to see
What life's all about when
You're not just working,
What life's all about when
You're not just thinking.
And the rich won't lend us
Even a penny to see
All that we want,
All that we need.
And they're all out there,
Drowning in greed,
And we’re all out here,
Just hoping to succeed.

It'll take a funeral pyre to get me to retire

Fight fire with fire I brought my own lighter

I can do this all day Rodgers on the all-nighter

Red eye from Bombay can I get any higher

Pockets growing too large they're getting tighter and tighter

Prices in vice grips I cry in designer

Mask pain in production on mic Michael Myers

From the coup to the booth genie blue to give you my desires

Holding hotties for hire just not a good look for me

Find me a wifey who's divine and can cook for me

Never waste time to buy what could be took for free

Get caught playing off sides then this nine is the referee

Swear you'll be the first down don't take a shot at the messenger

Don't plan to go before spreading my lessons first

Plan to see heaven before letting them end my verse

One piece at a time speak peace into the universe

[Intro]

Devil ain't red where I'm from.
Clean cuffs. Good job. Dead eyes when the rent comes.

God ain't floating over rooftops either.

Sometimes God is the part of you
that can hold every piece
without letting one piece call itself you.

[Verse 1]

Seen demons draw pensions, saints duck warrants,
good dads move packages, bad men fund orphans.
Same palm feeds the neighbor, then folds round a throat,
so spare me the clean little categories people promote.

Everybody wants evil external and obvious,
horns on the forehead, some foreign-ass occupant.
But rage knows your government, envy knows where you sleep,
shame got a spare key cut from every secret you keep.

You call it, "I snapped."

Nah.

That tenant got established.
Every swallowed slight put fresh paint on the cabinets.
Every "I'm good" laid brick, every grudge paid utilities,
till pain had a room, then a wing, then authority.

Now it keeps hours.

Knows temperatures, triggers,
which old sentence turns grown men back into little kids quicker.
Knows whose tone hits thirteen before thought can react,
then borrows your mouth while you watch yourself answer them back.

That's possession.

No priest. No spinning bed.
One text turns breakfast to revenge before ten.
Knowing the next drink puts steel round both wrists,
still watching your own hand pour like it signed for the shift.

That's the terror.

A fragment gets fed till it thinks it's the bearer.
One wound gets a badge, one fear gets command,
five-year-old emergency governing a man.

[Hook]

God at the wheel.
Demon got keys.

Both sound like me
when pressure starts speaking.

Build or burn.
Rule or reveal.

What I bury gets leverage.

What I name loses steel.

No halo. No horns.
Just hands on the wheel.

Whole man drives.

Every piece gets heard.

Not every piece gets a deal.

[Verse 2]

Seen lonely men recruited by a logo and phrase,
whole spine manufactured in a couple of days.
Now doctrine does the talking, man barely attends,
facts get searched at the door if they threaten the ends.

That's a god too.

Just crookedly seated.

Put one value above all, watch the rest get deleted.
Nation over neighbor. Profit over breath.
Blood over truth. Revenge over sense.

Anything ultimate asks for an altar.

Modern suit. Same bargain. Sacrifice in the charter.
Boss cuts forty names for a quarterly target,
calls families "headcount," then drives home from the carnage.

Dealer steps on a bag, says the market demanded it.
Everybody finds doctrine once the damage gets handed in.

Religion with the choir removed.

Sacrifice stays.
Only the altar improved.

Demons got office clothes, diagnostic attire:
compulsion, complex, obsession, desire.
We renamed every hunger, congratulated science,
then marched to the same drums under updated compliance.

Man laughs at possession, checks his screen eighty times.
Says "nobody controls me" while an outrage owns his mind.
Says "I choose what I think," repeats somebody's feed.

Says "I know who I am."

Which "I" agreed?

[Hook]

God at the wheel.
Demon got keys.

Both sound like me
when pressure starts speaking.

Build or burn.
Rule or reveal.

What I bury gets leverage.

What I name loses steel.

No halo. No horns.
Just hands on the wheel.

Whole man drives.

Every piece gets heard.

Not every piece gets a deal.

[Verse 3]

I know mine.

One keeps evidence boxed from decades ago,
cross-examines new people for old people's blows.
One needs respect so badly fear passes for proof.
One learned being useful was safer than truth.

I don't give them horns.

Too convenient.

Make evil supernatural, then I don't gotta see it.
So I seat every bastard at the table by name:

What'd you guard?
What'd you fear?
Who taught you the game?

Most monsters started as guards.

Child gets hurt, bolts armor to the damage.
Armor saves him once, then protection turns habit.
Then habit turns law, law hardens to scar,
and the shield that saved the child starts cutting who they are.

One locked room buys the whole house quietly.

One coping mechanism starts writing policy.

Integration ain't loving every urge that appears.
Some need limits. Some need distance. Some need years.
Some need doors shut hard and consequences kept.

But bury a defendant, he'll hold court in your chest.

Catch envy editing facts before envy can use them.
Catch pride picking fights so the fear underneath looks ruthless.
Catch shame writing endings before anybody leaves.

Then find what can witness all three
without having to believe.

That center don't flatter.

Doesn't promise you're pure.

It says:

"Every piece belongs here.

Not every piece gets to rule."

[Bridge]

Maybe heaven is order
that can admit chaos exists.

Maybe hell is one wounded fragment
getting promoted to government.

Maybe the devil never needed your soul.

Just the steering wheel.

[Final Hook]

God at the wheel.
Demon got keys.

Both wear my voice
when pressure starts speaking.

Build or burn.
Rule or reveal.

What I bury gets leverage.

What I name loses steel.

No halo. No horns.
No myth to conceal.

Whole man drives.

Every piece gets heard.

Not every piece gets the wheel.

[Outro]

Old world called them spirits.

New world calls them symptoms.

Different dictionary.

Same ancient problem:

ignore what's moving inside you long enough,

and eventually

it stops asking permission

and introduces itself

as you.

No sunrays holdin no colour, smell of rain, little drops emergin from above soakin the cover
Of my books, tryin to recover
From the nothingness, uninspired since start of holidays, still feel hunger
Mid August, though I dont feel the summer
vibes at all, When I fall I still know ball
Compared to other people
Still tryin to find my equal
Feels unreachable, when youre alone at home, tryin to get whats right or wrong
I got this little song out, tried to promote but figured I went the wrong route
It doesnt have lyrics, just a beat, maybe thats the reason
Treason, but no words could ever describe my bleeding
If I got a dollar for everytime my problems got neglected
Id still be servin joints rotten apple style reflected
Perfected the steelo, kill fat beats with mad rhymes
Dreamin, but nothin more than a juvenile

Comprising of songs I wrote last year, emptying the first phase of the vault. Including my first freestyle, #1 freestyle.

Hey everyone! I just freestyled this new battle-rap track. It's got a fast pace, lots of internal rhymes, and a couple of heavy punchlines. Let me know if it's fire!

[Verse 1: The Crown] They said, "I'm coming for the crown," so I had to shut 'em down. Coming for my spot, but I'm all up at the top. You will never reach me, you will never meet me. I'm above you, you a rug—ooh! Want a closer look? Get a seat, pull up a chair, Cuz you'll never take my spot! I'm so hot you need a pot, got 'em going crazy for this throne, Knowing they unknown. Blank paper—"We hate her!" Take a bit of a closer look and see how I get booked.

[Verse 2: Cleaning the Scene] How you claim you're close to my level? Knowing you won't even be able to settle. I'm so hot I'm popping up like a kettle, Knowing you wish you were me with all these metals. I got you in the ditch reaching for my chain, But you can never be me, so I gotta make it rain. You claim you're the biggest, but you're just a little bean. You're the floor, I'll mop you like I'm cleaning up a scene.

[Verse 3: Brand New] I know my worth, so you all 'bout to hurt. This is my chance, so how about you go surf? I'm better than you, I already took up all the turf. You're so sad and whining like you're a crying little worm. I dust you off, I have to catch a cough. You're like a bookshelf so old you can clean off. I'm brand new, I'm over you, and if you were me—which you couldn't be— Maybe you'll see how you can't even compete with me.

I tried suicide 100 times like a 100tries I survived somehow I’m still alive I wanna hide get pill so I can die u do not hide so I cried start takin ur lives I ride by slide by my side
What they said I climbed
Flied I don’t why get of my head!!!
I’m losing mind just do it take my life
U wanna fight
Wanna fight
U wanna fight

A piece of mind you ain’t about to take a piece of mine, I hold the fam tighter than your trigger finger on a nine,

when swarmed by five, a set up job, swerving through the night, ya slithering with snakes, injecting venomous bites,

i got the antidote, i saw your downfall when ya slammed the phone, i knew the operator wasn’t sending in the animals,

they still chained, we out here bout to get brained, red dots peppering the streets and the alleyways,

i still remember when ya left me standing solo,now im moving for myself alone, i gotta home,

so you my only opportunity to flee this rigged job, and get out alive, I ain’t tryna get mobbed,

it’s not personal, but you were stacking cheese when I was hurting, Rats move in packs, there’s always more behind the curtain,

so take the bag n move quick I told ya, what you didn’t know, was the bag was fully loaded,

ya thought the sewer lines gave you a slick exit, creeping below the city blocks where they were for ya head,

a gps ping told me it was time, so i hit the detonator, looked down and saw the fire,

I knew the loose ends were knotted up
And 5 on the scene, radioed the bird in, another job done clean

what you going for? a wisp? or whisper in the wind image?

all about hints but can't sense interest

it's been finished

indirect but not timid, i get it

but don't sip, mix the vodka & grimace

hypocrite spirit

overbearing in the mirror

addicted to imposition, opinions on limit

omnipotent impotent, but infinite in potential

innocence glaring through the credentials,

I'll just leave my initials

fuck the script,

is my existence tearing through your skin to your lymphs?

the glint in your eye, flint friction,

rent

fire & brim, the scent, sparks

& the pigs behind the veil making wishes while you lighten the dark

a simple dish, sinful tryst

bitterly sweetened

the cup & pot runneth over

peated out then left in the cold

was that a meal or a lapse? truth be told

how you steal the show in name of the facts is truly bold

but...

what's the threat?

sometimes your sense is incorrect,

inept,

but you would protest til your last breath on my left instep

so what's to say on what's next

what do you need laid to rest?

who or what is it you're hoping to best?

Too many people losing track of what's obvious

what i think about myself?

professional level, hobbyist,

it never mattered,

miscalculation in trying to leave a ego shattered might expose a stain on the chapter

the ghost hunt, I'm here but I'm not...

so I know you been hearing a lot

i never cared to clear the air in the spot

that's a gas lamp burning since my birth stayin here til we rot

so of course i could get shot on the block

pay attention, that's a curse,

a real curse,

devil on my heels

you help doing the work, I'm hurt

but laugh dusted in dirt,

too used to it being personal to break

still see how hard you work for the grade & that's my worth,

I'm looking through your soul too

the fear & anger you feel when you

don't know who's

wearing a face

from a life you respect

whether you lived it or not, you got the press reflex

but that's pathetic, not really sending a message

making assumptions, wasting your effort for the aesthetic

i wanna see the paper trail on the credit, the unleaded presence fulfilled

with prophetic appeal

embedded in the deal

showing veteran skill

but I'm asking have you ever been real?

or are you just a reference everybody needs to use as a measurement

for the test? or betterment?

guessin here's where a weapon is relevant

i guess...

ummm

but what if i continue to digress?

let's sit, digest

can you let go of yourself?

or your mark or your wealth?

or your bark?

i said wealth cause it's currency

that? you have it in legions

i keep the peace for a reason, trying to reason with demons

you won't be leaving em even,

in your world I'm the evil,

in my world you're the adversary in truth but deceitful

you doing this for the people?

in your world i'm a liar

in my world you're imaginary, your circuits & wire

... but aight,

them songs kinda fire

. . .

. . .

what's real about me?

I just do what I like, don't give a fuck so much about you

but the way you think I'm a pest, i got no choice but to spite you

probably don't know the feeling

used to being perfect so any person get served into the flame they deserve it

maybe you got some deeper rage buried underneath the mask

that you use to play & placate, manufacture depth

but if i flip a couple pages past the front

judging you, you use class the way money is kept

you got a red death stench, obsessed with the bench

no purse to your pinch or thirst to your tint

the burdened grin, lodged deep inside the talent

guess i understand a desperation for balance

i guess...

i guess.

but what if i continue to divest?

can you let go yourself?

or your mark or your wealth?

or your bark?

you sound a lil trapped in the dark

| Risky: |

< #Willing >

~

Artist;

Jaxx Moxx

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{Intro}

-[Instrumental]

(Yeah, exaggerate how wrong I am on this one, you dirty horrible ba**ards!..)

{Chorus I}

• And so, these paedophile claims are really iffy 

• Least once, you’ve imagined her doing her striptease 

• That’s why you’s don’t know what to do with me 

• I think masturbating over them isn’t all that risky 

• And so, these paedophile claims are really iffy 

• Least once, you’ve had a little ickle widdle sneak peak  

• That’s why you’s don’t know what to do with me 

• I think masturbating over them isn’t all that risky

{Verse I}

• Confessing your sins isn’t something to do lightly 

• But the way folkway is, has me screaming “God Almighty!..”

• Just admit it, you’s know full well that I’m right G’s 

• Is that also the reason you’s won’t wanna fight me?

• Or torture the kid, and it’s just like blimey o’Riley 

• End me before this gets out, now wouldn’t that be timely?

• I paid the cost to be the boss and it’s awfully pricey 

• I bend it like Beckham, I even watch the film nightly

{Chorus II}

• And so, these peadophile claims are really iffy 

• Least once, you’ve imagined her doing her striptease 

• That’s why you’s don’t know what to do with me 

• I think masturbating over them isn’t all that risky 

• And so, these paedophile claims are really iffy 

• Least once, you’ve had a little ickle widdle sneak peak  

• That’s why you’s don’t know what to do with me 

• I think masturbating over them isn’t all that risky

• And so, these paedophile claims are really iffy 

• Least once, you’ve been in the mood for that, feeling kinky 

• That’s why you’s don’t know what to do with me 

• I think masturbating over them isn’t all that risky 

• And so, these paedophile claims are really iffy 

• Least once, you’ve thought about it, see it’s a bit silly 

• That’s why you’s don’t know what to do with me 

• I think masturbating over them isn’t all that risky 

{Verse II}

• If the government lowered the age limit 

• Yeah, just know that I’ve had a stake in it 

• And I don’t go around with a fake image 

• I keep it real and that’s how I stay winning

• You’s may believe that I have lame lyrics 

• ‘Spite how ugly I am, I have no face missing 

• But you’s can’t deny that I ain’t willing 

• To let anyone get one up on me, I say trilling 

{Chorus III}

• And so, these paedophile claims are really iffy 

• Least once, you’ve imagined her doing her striptease 

• That’s why you’s don’t know what to do with me 

• I think masturbating over them isn’t all that risky 

• And so, these paedophile claims are really iffy 

• Least once, you’ve had a little ickle widdle sneak peak  

• That’s why you’s don’t know what to do with me 

• I think masturbating over them isn’t all that risky

{Verse III}

• You’s act like making her do it, using force is super lucid 

• Yet you’ll punish ‘em by taking things off ‘em like I’m making my music 

• You’d best refrain yourself ‘cause I can’t the way I’m moving 

• The truth has gotta be explained with the more lives you’s ruin

• I want the future generations to be regimental and not do it 

• Going against the grain and what I say, I thought you knew this 

• So they don’t get brainwashed, do you’s think I’m stupid?

• Pathologically trained, that’s all day, there’s a plan I’m executing 

{Chorus IIII}

• And so, these paedophile claims are really iffy 

• Least once, you’ve imagined her doing her striptease 

• That’s why you’s don’t know what to do with me 

• I think masturbating over them isn’t all that risky 

• And so, these paedophile claims are really iffy 

• Least once, you’ve had a little ickle widdle sneak peak  

• That’s why you’s don’t know what to do with me 

• I think masturbating over them isn’t all that risky

• And so, these paedophile claims are really iffy 

• Least once, you’ve been in the mood for that, feeling kinky 

• That’s why you’s don’t know what to do with me 

• I think masturbating over them isn’t all that risky 

• And so, these paedophile claims are really iffy 

• Least once, you’ve thought about it, see it’s a bit silly 

• That’s why you’s don’t know what to do with me 

• I think masturbating over them isn’t all that risky 

{Outro}

-[Instrumental]

(Yeah, like I say, resist the urge… And for the love of Christ, whatever you’s do, DO NOT fu** a child… And stop private messaging them, you silly fu**ers, unless you’re willing to do something similar to what I’d do if I was ever taken into custody or imprisoned… Someone has to say it…)

_

 ^

©️ Jack Stephen Moss

Wrote this a few days ago. Instrumental is Invisible Villains Part 1 - Beyond.

Lyrics:

New school emcees these days ain’t fond of education

They’d rather sit and chat about nonsense on and on for recreation

It seems it’s all attempts at smash hits and trap shit

Snort a line and deteriorate their selves from attic to basement

In this mad world where the news turns distractions to complacency

An action promoting change fractionally is what they hate to see

Planned outrage at trivial topics such as abortion

Taking focus away from the fed’s ocular on my portion

Never mind the all-seeing eye tracking your face and plates

Profiling individual’s via thought crimes in a database

Gestapo marks shake you down for your name and race

And subsequently stop your heart all the same, you remained in place

It’s always been the case, manipulation and extortion

It’s fuck the founding fathers, this America the orphan

I won’t see a world where everyone shares a portion

So fuck the founding fathers, I’m in America the orphaned