Me Bluesy from Beyond Reality by OBBA SUPA

Verse1
Smash the glass, no blood drips, reflected pieces/
Rest left to form puzzles/
Is it just a phase of mind, orders of life/
Fuck what the others do/
Obba Supa move random, parts of the canvas humble/
Whilst the other side hungers to destroy whoever thinks they the illest on this home turf/
Destroy crews alone, so much twisted competition/
No pints in spreading knowledge without the hand to move forward and teach/
Selfish emcees, pointless sentences using conscious paths as the illusions/
Reaching the same goals, whores on poles/
Walk the lands you call home and only steers will great your words of wisdom/
Complicated history walks with ease when liberation actually means something/
Still stuck on warfare, gripping weapons/
So many lost in the painful vision call me stupid/

Verse 2
Foolish, can’t predict the spiritual factors behind the IS/
Too easy to spit over kick drums high hats and dusty breaks/
I see the fear from the realms of authors to explore the difference/
They fail but die trying only to spit on less emotional sound/
Stuck on the image of what an emcee should be/
Test this craft and your poetry will dry the colours of reality/
Violent msgs interlocked with a positive raw msg/
Please underline the point of relation/
Fuck it battle the self to break the poisonous cyphers/
Spit in the face of my peers, calm your terror/
I expose rhyme styles in peace/
Breaking down components, the weapons of war/
What’s a flow when the content in between the equation means fuck all/
Wonderlands of the dangerous, no care on whoever chooses to listen or feels offended/
Young seeds only see a green light of no understanding/
Pick up a weapon and start shooting for a better way of living/
If this is the sad case, you pick it up first/
Be the example of your msg and start the shooting/

• Hey!Zeus.i
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Instrumental
• LearnTeach
• Lyrics
• Obba Supa
• Sounds
• Teknical Development.IS
• London