1:04 in Lytham lyrics
by Young Gleason
[Verse 1]
Smoking Kieran pack, I got a long list of sh*t to reveal, facts
Like I’m pulling this sh*t outta a magicians hat, but this ain’t no cap
I’ll f*ck you up, I’m full of love, but nowadays that gon’ let me down
Hang you high on a number two pedestal, ain’t no way you’ll ever get down
I’m sick of these low-life pedophiles, that’s word to LB, can’t forget about AV and JB
Three blind mice with HIV, LMNO, and IC-UP like R Kelly in ‘93
Fearmongering fear, I’m here mongering heat, you finger fondling defeat
You’re indescribably beat, play the riddim that’s the in-ex honourable beat
Cut off your legs just to show you defeat, no way you ever getting away from this
I was joking with my last 10 tracks but now I’m done taking the p*ss
Your best songs are jokes, my best songs light the flame like a stoke
Clown on this Joker, leave him hangin’ in the sky, that’s what I mean by “woke”
You wasn’t taking this beef seriously, I had to rethink my bars you’re hearin’
Cutthroat to most but Shady’s another being, ignite the page, this ain’t you seein’?
Mentioned Aaron as a way of alarming, took you a few tracks to get on my wavelength
Now we’re way past verbal sparring, but it seems like you’re brain dead
Too focused on Pokemon, you should be worried that I’ll peek-at-you and poke a man
Writing this in Lytham but that title ain’t a joke for man
I’ll give you 1 more track before I drop 4 more, I’m calling war
Ain’t no time like the present and in this beef, well, I own a lot, better hope you don’ forgot (hahah)