(+15 rating, 3 votes)Everyone loves a bit of Mr Key. Relatively quiet but ridiculously talented, here we have one of the CP veterans spitting some deep bars over a tight Mr Boss beat. There were some hints a while back that an album was in the works…
CHORUS:
- When you look in the mirror do you like what you see?
- I see lies and deceit in his eyes, it isn’t me
- And is the way that you’re living in line with your beliefs?
- Nah the life that I’m living’s a lie, it’s Mr Key
VERSE 1:
- I never lied when I write, life in Brighton was hard
- And it’s not like anyone denied me the chance
- Everybody’s like: Kezza, keep writing them bars and freestyling
- I was knee-high to the grass
- When I learned to speak rhymes and breathe life to a beat
- And now my CP team keep the cypher complete
- Key, love to be beside the seaside with the freaks
- On a bee-hive vibe every night of the week
- Brain buzzing
- Become drum, become your percussion
- It’s nothing
- Hush to the gums, forget buzzing
- And some wonder what I become, I said fuck em
- Lost the one thing that I loved and said nothing
- Brain buzzing
- Become drum, become your percussion
- It’s nothing
- Hush to the gums, forget buzzing
- And some wonder what I become, I said fuck em
- Lost the one thing that I loved and kept running
CHORUS
- When you look in the mirror do you like what you see?
- I see lies and deceit in his eyes, it isn’t me
- And is the way that you’re living in line with your beliefs?
- Nah the life that I’m living’s a lie, it’s Mr Key
VERSE 2:
- The split with the missus hit him like a brick in the face
- That was four raw years of optimism misplaced
- Six million ways I sit slitting my throat
- I pick hideous oblivion and filling my nose
- With the scum from the bottom of a slippery slope
- In the slums of my rotten moth-bitten abode
- With a lifestyle as brittle as my rickety bones
- And I was tripping like I pickled my occipital lobe
- Ape-shit linear lows become highs
- The night becomes sunrise
- Death becomes life
- Why is some wise to judge us?
- Rough types and munters as the bell tolls for us
- Another one bites the dust
- So fuck trying to adjust
- Just love life is a must
- Unwind in the grime and the crust
- I was blind now I’m wired as fuck
- And I can see straight through your flames when the fires erupt
- Cause it’s the blood dripping in the mind eye of the storm cloud
- Patchwork chrysalis, I form in the fallout
- Spawned in a dawn fit with bitterness and hatred
- This is for my peeps and creeps who’ll never make it
- Dedicated to you, you and you
- Be how you gotta be and do how you do
- Nobody knows how to move in your shoes
- I know how it goes, I’m a fugitive too
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few corrections:
everybody’s like: “kezza keep writin them bars and freestylin”
and some wonder what ive become? i said fuck em
rough types and munters, the bell tolls for us
respect for putting this up, and mad respect to kezza for putting this shit out there, the album is gonna be next levels
Props for those corrections! We’ve updated the lyrics and added the track. More Mr Key needed!