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Suttle

what i have to say aint suttle,


it aint a message lost at sea in a green bottle,

its ashore and reviving a forggoton fossile,

surviving coz its on its own hustle

waking up that brain cell muscle

like wise words passed down thru an appostle

picking up quicker than a satalite shuttle,

so im ready to rumble in dis incinerated jungle,

nutting to stumble, over lies that crumble,

break no words coz u wont here a mumble,

but a clear with no fear sample,

as truth comes up quicker than a dropped bumble,

as the world tumbles,

egos leaving behind the humbled,

no 1, is less of a struggle,as drama still gets muddled,

but watch movements fumble,

and let slip in da trouble,

so yes im gunna be bursting your bubble,

letting liquid sting ya eyes, till u see double,

and realise your living in rubble,

trapped in there paradise agenda in full throttle,

so crack the bottle

and leak the lies they keep suttle,

so what i have to say,aint suttle,
Written by InDeLiBlE (InDeLiBlE InK)
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