Jake Hopkins - Spit It Out Lyrics

In a world full of change
I'm 'bout to train up this trade
Break down each bar, one by one
Aimed at the game
I ain't a slave
And I ain't 'bout to start a chain
Of invisionment of what you
Say is this rap game
But I don't wanna have to hear you spit
Anymore of your stupid rhymes
The time's a change
It's time you Gucci's took a long hard think
And turn the page
And then you better skate your ways
Wait what ways
Man I hate your ways
But if I could phase
And if only I could face
Each tiny little thing that triggers me always
Then I could raise
The bar and just gaze
At the sun without a worry of the UV rays
But no they stay
They always stay
And no matter what I do, man
There's still rays for days
In this maze of maize
I'm no longer afraid
And whilst I'd rather stick to rap
Man I could learn ballet

But here's the cliché
There ain't no bouquets
Or ain't no buffets
But I couldn't care for praise
If I live in a tiny little holiday chalet
Cos today will pay
Another day on my name
For the next 2-K sales
The small print contains
The details that I'll need
To rid this from what I gain
I know what I see
So don't tell tales
And here's my grades, my grades
My grades are in chains
In the frames in the hall of Hades
Adrenaline's pumping through my veins
And they feel like flames
Rushing through me
Like the tip of a machete blade
I'm on a train
It rains on the rails and in a cave it derails
I'm on a boat
It's stormy and choppy on the Pacific
Please somebody in charge, man
Better raise the sails
Brace those gales
If this is a fight
Then every soldier better prepare to
Raise your flails

Pace the whales
If we in the sea today
I'll fire you like a cannon
Blast you far away
Blast, blast
With hydraulic motors rearing to go
They better not fail
Blast you faster than Rossa
Man, when I blast this
I finna laugh at Kingda Ka
Cos I'm Kingda Ka
Outwitting El Toro
Until my hinges are
On the floor like their mail
Wit' free shipping across the water's
Better set sail
I bet you just laughed
Cos you don't get the metaphor
And you don't know what one is
Cos you're too stupid
To write, 'cos you don't know
How to get an A
Instead you get an okay
If only I could retrace my footsteps
I'd find lost and scrapped rhymes
And then when their combined
A skate-boarding storm trooper
Claims that he's Malu
But he ain't
And the only way he can prove it, is just to
Spit It Out