Vulcan Lyrics - Shogun

[Intro] 

Yeah 

It's real now 

Let's speak out 

[Verse 1: Shogun] 

Fuck your weak views 

Take two minutes to peer through 

My optics, am feeling like makin a killing 

Feeling like fillin up my pockets 

Massacring like Pol Potts for the profit 

No religious affiliation, man stop it 

Half tall grey, half monstrous 

How you gonna stop this? 

I don't need to pop clips 

Once I drop this 

In the stove 

And whip it slow 

I get all a you addicted to my flow 

You look a little timid though 

As I sit and scribble notes 

An alchemist, still make it apparent this 

Isn't for the gold 

I was born in '97 

So fuck your profession 

I don't know where my head is 

Treasure forever hidden, just hope I don't get sectioned 

Smoking organic, making you panic, man 

Fuck all that peace chat 

# Where the gat at 

Rat-a-tat-tat 

Speaker bang 

Speaking slang 

Got your bitch in arm 

Telling her, she don't need a man 

So what does that make me? 

I've been a little bit fucked lately 

I dont wanna be another stereotype 

I gotta grow up, man it's really fucked 

18 years old, thinkin about ending my life 

Don't give a fuck for your judgement 

Yer lucky I only throw punches 

When I write 

So fuckin selfish, I'll admit it 

That's why this is scripted 

I'm not talented or gifted 

Or up and coming 

I'm just obsessed with stressing, fucking running 

From a lifestyle, that I've hated for a while 

But I've pushed everybody that ever meant anything to me away 

Just wanted to get my dick sucked 

Always tryna crack jokes, little sick fuck 

Why can't I just, appreciate life 

And smile 

If you hate me, it's mutual 

The sound of your body hitting the ground is beautiful 

I'm like immovable object 

In god's head and there's weed still in my cuticles 

Still doing all the things I used to do 

Crucially, my hatred was created in the crucible 

Of loneliness 

Thank fuck I poked my head up out the cubicle 

I gotta make it apparent 

I lost a parent, well I never had him 

Daddy was a no show and the pain burned out so slow 

Dead beat big brother, can't even tell my mum on her birthday that I love her 

Wish it was the way it was when I was making den's out of boxes and covers 

Boxing with destiny, not a fucking one hit wonder 

I'll make sure you remember this 

Bet I end up better than deviling 

Put your bets on the devil in 

My pen again, a medalling symbol of petulance 

Gotta get it in, I'm the mercury in these so called veteran's medicine 

Escaping my selfish ways 

With my brain spread on a page 

So I put my soul in a song 

So it may linger on 

But I'm never calling that bitch back 

Smokin afghan on the ave 

I went through it all in the fucking past 

Never again, never again, man 

It's MFTM, MFTM man 

Save all of your hate 

Throw it back in your face 

Hardly a subliminal 

Young sinner still feeling old 

Hardly stereotypical 

Taking it back, wu-tang warrior that paisley raised 

So I'll never sit in first class 

Abuse my intuition 

I see the weak when these MCs are spitting 

Fuck the fraudulant freudian slips 

I'm slipping, I really wish I went to prison 

Fallen victim to the system 

Just a social condition 

I'm fixed in, between genius and insanity 

Never shed a tear when my uncle passed 'cos it had to be 

Doctor's warned him about the bevy 

Didn't fucking listen, good old uncle Henry 

Saw myself in him, he lied, stole and cheated anybody out of anything 

I'm acting like it matters when it doesn't 

Sold his soul for substance 

But fuck it 

Long as I grip this fucking mic like a vulcan 

I just wish I got the chance to say I loved him 

Sold his fuckin soul for the substance 

But man fuck it...