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[Verse 1: Shwabadi]
Wish I could say I've been gone for a sec but I haven't
I've barely been out of the house
Now the crowds have been forcing my habit
I'm chasing a dream on a feeling, I'm famished
Came face-to-face with the green, now I fiend for it
Bunny, I'm buggin for karats
Don't even ken what I need, I just bend to the breeze
Got no vision for children or marriage
I got no vision at all, imprisoned in walls
That I laid down brick by brick
Used to whip my stick shift, built my bridges
Working the nights, living shift by shift
Never thought I'd have a whip like this, pad like that
Own bit of home where I hang my hat
Haters will lie on my name
Putting shade on my face like a baseball cap
Got the military backdrop, one knife at the bedside
One in the bag with my laptop
Keep two blades in the stu for the paranoia
I don’t wanna catch a round like a backstop
I could hear a mac pop
Sound of the street, blood pounding in ears of the flash mob
Wonder why I'm staying inside, making payment online
Bro, I’ve basically hit me the jackpot
[Hook: Shwabadi]
Wish I could say I've been gone for a sec
I would be lying
How can I keep up the pace that I’ve set for myself
Get back on the grind
You gonna burn out someday if you don’t take a break
I’m crossing the line
Wish I could say I’ve been gone for a sec
But I don’t have the time
[Verse 2: yayu]
Too much money in the world and not enough good conscience
Plenty of them amateurs cook nonsense
Heavier banner to push concepts
Everything planned to fail, deliberate obsolescence
We were wrong as hell just cuz we want the heavens
Hatefuckin the universe raw
Losin control, she got me in her jaws
I'm feelin as awful as usual, crock of the crucible
Water is useful to hold
Quit pouring it on and resuture the holes
Muhfuckers not even users of poles
Really know people in streets who be trauma dumping
Good to eat at police, no haram or judging
Need a dollar from it, I been on a budget
Shit is all for one until its all for nothing
I dont want enough, I'm way spent
Tryna make it make sense til it make cents
Rappin just to pay rent made me hate rent
Cuz I still love rap, but it is a fake friend
I'mma need real topic, you want me to rap for real
Then I'll be on it
I'll have it packed and sealed before tomorrow
Love when a package earlier than promised
Smokin a stack, concealing all the sorrow
[Verse 3: Ham Sandwich]
Broke my wrist in the oppression olympics
And they added that shit to my stats sheet
All of these niggas is athletes when they sitting in the backseat
Back streets flooded with broken dreams toting beams
Clutching triggers thinking that's what coping means
Hoping he ain't sold his soul, or so to speak
It's so demeaning, so defeating, so to be
Even but a shadow of his own potential, wait
Too much shit on my mental, wait
Amber alert, I heard they shit the bed and disappeared
Who the victim is it isn't crystal clear
Shit just isn't here
I'm pushing boulders till a Sisyphus appears
Getting older gave a nigga different fears
Used to thinking if he is or isn't [REDACTED]
Van Gogh lent me his missing ear
And told me listen here, shit is getting weird
In this hemisphere
Try defend for your rights or fend for a
Light to get sorta fried the bed pole is right
The next quarter might could end your demise
Is best for the likes of dead soles
Align the headstones and find the fed zone
Just do the deed, don't ask why I said so
It's Ham, Shwab, Yayu, and Oddwin
The greatest collab since knives and bread loaves
The mic I bless for a night, the temple the mind
The tempo, define the mental, of course I'mma talk my shit
Put it all to the pad, but it might not click
And it might not hit, but I'm Jaden in the making, let a icon live
I been writing too long, I had to ice my wrist
[Hook: Shwabadi]
Wish I could say I've been gone for a sec
I would be lying
How can I keep up the pace that I’ve set for myself
Get back on the grind
You gonna burn out someday if you don’t take a break
I’m crossing the line
Wish I could say I’ve been gone for a sec
But I don’t have the time
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goodorbad (ft. JHBBOSS)
02:32
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How you feeling
How things been
[Hook: Shwabadi]
It ain't good or bad
I ain't feeling either way
If they run up on me when I'm like this
I might die today
Huh, huh, yeah I might die today
If it makes it easier
I'd prolly throw my life away
It ain't good or bad
I ain't feeling either way
If they run up on me when I'm like this
I might die today
Huh, huh, yeah I might die today
If it makes it easier
I'd prolly throw my life away
[Verse 1: Shwabadi]
It ain't good or bad
I ain't happy, but I'm never fucking sad
Check the luck I've had
Selling merch out of a duffle bag
Spent a couple racks and brought a dozen back
Why my bucket list feel like bucket tasks
Can't get comfy, had to up and dash
See I thought I made it but the bubble crashed
Though my mental better if my momma asks
If my cousins asks, tell them I'mma go viral
Mind makes me dip in and out of that spiral
Diagnosis, I'm not suicidal
But I gotta start taking better care of my vitals
Don't matter who sidles or saddles
They're riders, they sit while I paddle
My mind may be addled
The caffeine ain't hitting
The fit that I got on me liquid, I'm dripping
I'm Scotty, no Pippen
I mean that I'm beaming
I got all this cheddar of course I've been cheesing
The public gon see what I want them to see
Why the fuck you think I've hardly been streaming
The comments demeaning, I thought I had thick skin
Free engagement, right? Win win
Not designed for this shit
Thinking how long to wait before it kicks in?
[Hook: Shwabadi]
It ain't good or bad
I ain't feeling either way
If they run up on me when I'm like this
I might die today
Huh, huh, yeah I might die today
If it makes it easier
I'd prolly throw my life away
It ain't good or bad
I ain't feeling either way
If they run up on me when I'm like this
I might die today
Huh, huh, yeah I might die today
If it makes it easier
I'd prolly throw my life away
[Verse 2: JHBBOSS]
I done went through the shifts that my life had brought and I came down once
All of these milestones that I brought home and still feel like none
Been made green, I ain't worried about funds
Fakes stayed in the past and at last I won
Stayed on my old town road like Nas
Know the world been ours you cant tell me nun
Couldn't compete in the race that I ran
And the hurdles im jumping cant even get up wit it
Follow the blues what I did for the plan
While I pray to the man bout theis pain that I'm stomaching
Suffering wondering when winning starts
But I kept up the pace wit despair my heart
More than happy I played all my parts
Now I'm cast in the scenes as the best wit the arts
I'm like Yuta you know I'm chosen
Working hard wit a heart that stay frozen
Cold below zero, still I had motion
Breaking bad in the lab I made potions
Hardest workin wit all devotion
Took all the shots when I was wide open
I see the vision and folks steady hating like I didn't notice
Now I'm way too far
Did what I did and I played my part
Gave my soul and I gave my heart
Now I got gold fangs in the mouth like Mark
Hands up if you played yo part through the good and bad and you made your mark
Hands up if you played yo part through the good and bad and you made your mark
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[Hook: Shwabadi]
Maybe I love too easily
Or maybe I'm too easy to love
Cus I let my guard down
I don't know at all when enough is enough
Is it love?
This time
It ain't love
[Verse 1: Shwabadi]
Yeah
Maybe I love too easily
Eager to please
Peel off a piece of me
Piece of the pie
Me on your mind frequently
Me over mine, selfish as I need to be
Take me inside
Breathing these sighs that defy secrecy
Helpless and blind
Turn off the lights
Sharpen my senses
Fill the dark with your sounds
Driving me senseless
Don't need my eyes
When I'm mapping lines like a census
Sentimental forever
Your scent had set me defenceless
First time, and I didn't know better
Mutual desperation was never the grounds for settling down
Left him and found medicine
Head in the clouds
Temporary and praying it would get better from now
First guy I loved, he was only the start
First girl I thought I loved, first to have broken my heart
Second time for both was too fast, I chose to depart
Third girl, well, I'd never really known from the start
Huh
[Hook: Shwabadi]
Maybe I love too easily
Or maybe I'm too easy to love
Cus I let my guard down
I don't know at all when enough is enough
Is it love?
This time
It ain't love
Oh love
[Verse 2: Freeced]
Would you like to date a young gay Freeced?
I don't have a diagnosis on that ADHD
Promise, I don't feel entitled to the praise I receive
And I'll make believe I think that it's ok to be hateful to me
Cuz I'll be complicated, you're almost embarrassed at first
So accommodating when I'm novel and scared to be heard
You know so many therapy words
Not so many "you'll be there for me" words
But when do you abandon hope?
Is it fair to ask the question when it's so depressing in a can of cope?
Do you help em measure out the span of rope
And do you let the poison blind you every day just cuz they have the antidote?
You used to keep each other up at night and you still do
But only in the silence when the sight of em kills you
In your mind's eye it's just the way it always was
Everything was fine, aw just trust, rosy eyes, nah it's all because
[Bridge: Shwabadi & Freeced]
(Maybe I)
Maybe I love too easily
Maybe I'm too easy to love
(Maybe I'm too easy to love)
Yes it's true I'm no good at my one lifespan
Enough is enough is enough
Fizzing up is enough
[Hook: Shwabadi]
Maybe I love too easily
Or maybe I'm too easy to love
Cus I let my guard down
I don't know at all when enough is enough
Is it love?
This time
It ain't love
Oh love
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pushup
02:01
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Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
[Hook]
Hello, Mark
Push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up
Push that weight off your chest
Hello, Mark
Push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up
[Verse]
Push up that weight, then get on my level
If he made a deal with the rest of them fuckers
Then he made a deal with the devil
Let's get this settled
Hellfire dance on my bezel
Seventh circle my wristwatch
Heaven sent and I could send 'em to heaven
Cus brody is getting me pissed off
Push up, lift off
Big weight, big boss
Pen's out, lids off
Mic's on, shit talk
Huh, see my pen and my pad ain't on great terms
If it's ass out then I'm face first
And she cum quick like a paid verse
I'm a dog (woof)
Every song I show my work like a test question
Your mistake is my next lesson
I take failures and bench press em
If you rule, I'm the exception
They sleep on me, I'm best western
You too rooted, I'm ent stepping
I work time that you spent flexing
I invest in my expenses
2 jobs for my first mic
2nd hand for my interface
And I swear that shit never worked right
Always studying late hours
Then back to teaching at first light
Now Versailles for the business trip
Cus they fuck with Shwabadi worldwide
I'm blowing up intercontinental
Like hotel chains or American bombs
And the politics are essential
Voting the same, then I bet we get on
Vote with my heart, only the start
Hoping to claim no regrets when we're gone
Fairweather fans and a handful of friends
I bet they won't get to the end of the song
Too many chasing the radio plays
Ain't that shit great?
Contest to sell out the craziest stage
Never gon chart, but I'm making a wave
Too many scared of embarrassment
Hiding their smile, think they're saving some face
None of that matters when facing the grave
Just don't wanna worry if payment is late
[Hook]
Hello, Mark
Push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up
Push that weight off your chest
Hello, Mark
Push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up
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provingyourself
01:34
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Every day feels like a trial just to prove that I still do this
Though my money movement fluid the motion reminiscent of moving through sewage
Foolish pursuits to be grouped with the coolest
Actions loud, I'm brutish and stupid
Usually truant
But I'm here now, higher powers none the wiser
Eyeing up the competition, lying that their song is fire
Rappers like to talk bout killing, dying if you're not a fighter
Violence is not advised but Zionists are colonisers
Radical ideas require actual change
Preach if you practise the same
Delete the actors and fakes
Feel like I'm Alfred the Great, unify my people
Underestimate my reach, but I'm like Shaq in the paint
I'm back in the game
All I ask is the bare minimum
Love the perks of being a tortoise, till hares win again
People I call friends throw fits just for fair diligence
Anytime y'all don't piss me off, it's a rare win for them
Turning hella puns into punchlines
Hungry rapper, it's run and gun for the lunch line
I don't write short songs, baby, they're fun-sized
Can't remember a weekend it wasn't crunch time
Tripping on their own damn words, they looking tongue tied
I ain't got a thing to prove, I just stack my funds high
Unless you're making this music how could you judge mine?
Badi makes an impact on big stages and young lives
And I dunno, I don't think I need to do anything crazy
I think that's enough
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Shwabadi England, UK
Hey, I'm a nerdcore/hip-hop artist living in the North East of England. A lot of my music is experimental but I hope you enjoy what you hear!
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