First of all, i got to give total credit to this rapper from my local scene, he not only gave me the idea for this song with his original, but he also let me remix it and use his chorus (which explains why i started my second verse with the same line as him, it was an homage). You should all check him out, he's one of the very very few people i know in my local place who is actually real hip hop. The original version of this song they made is also fucking dope, considering it inspired me to write this remix of it, so you should check that too. (It's on the link above)
You might notice his verse sounds slightly different to mine quality wise, that's cause i just edited his verse in to even the song out a bit. That's also cause he recorded in an actual studio and i'm stuck recordin with my shitty setup
Also his verse kinda varies from mine in terms of concept, cause he recorded this song like in mid-2010 (hence the "2010 i've come to take it"), i only got round to doing this in like December, and i had a different concept in mind. Some might think it's just the same shit i always rap, but my verses focus on the idea of seeing the future results of your actions and having the foresight ( 
) to change them according to it. How you can never predict what's coming basically. And also about the past and how you can't escape it. Not to get too deep, im just tryna explain why these aint 2 random verses i shoved in lol. I mixed his verse in cause i think it evens the song out well.So this track is from my tape i'm making, called Unwelcome Back (though on the tape it will most probably simply be my two verses for obvious reasons, the remix i've made of it doesn't include his verse). I dunno when it's gonna come out, it depends on if i wait a couple months to record more tracks for it or just compile what i've done so far and release it. I'll decide that soon hopefully.
Oh, and the beat is Statik Selectah - The Thrill Is Gone if you wanna know
Check the song out on Usershare
Or on ReverbNation
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(Kez)
I never had the foresight to attempt to stall time
At the time i was stubborn, but now the regret is all mine
I was the fall guy, i was the victim
Who had to stand by his lyrics when he would spit them
And what is in them, is like a caged demon
Every lyric is jumping off the page screaming
Hate me all you want, but hate is not a great feeling
I'm prepared to live this fucking way, dealing
With it like a deck of cards, sitting at the ends of bars
Yeah the stuff i said is hard, but there is no less a star
Got these lengthy bars, with a wit and depth that's smart
But if i sew the seeds of hatred then that's all i'll get to farm
And these are poison crops, i need them auctioned off
No-one'll buy them, so i'll burn the house and torch the lot
Have that shit cordoned off, but from the ashes rises
The anxious violence in my mind that never fancied silence
Always whispers in my ear that every man dislikes this
I can imagine it happening, can't foreshadow why and
This is not just more babbling about the "angst of life" it's
Just the fact i got fistfucked by the hands of time's fists
And the pen writes,
Take a kush break, back on it again like
Dotted my i's and crossed the t's
A bit of foresight, please..
(OC)
I never wrote a weak lyric, spitting them with deep spirit
And i'm known to break the mould, so i never reached limits
Me i give them quality, you nothing but a cheap thrill
It's a disgrace, spit it to your face, lyrically an ace
And before the jokers start, i leave them with broken hearts
They getting clubbed and spaded, sprinkle coke and make it drug-related
Love it, hate it, this aint nothing basic, spit with complex flows
But i'm underrated, 2010 i've come to take it
And i'm the illest in this city man, you should just face it
My position elevated, so success i'm gonna taste it
Aint with the stunting and fronting, trying to make something from nothing
I'm ready to blow, but nobody's pushing the button
I need to detonate, and i won't ever hesitate
To set the record straight, with my rhymes i'm trying to educate
But you aint in my class, see i'm heavy and you featherweight
It's Strawdogz all day, you better get it straight
Cause we aint playing games this year, so all the lames should fear
Every syllable i spill on any page that's near
No shit, the flow's sick, i'm spitting AIDS for ears
I find it hard to maintain, so pass that crate of beers
And the pen writes,
Take a kush break, back on it again like
Dotted my i's and crossed my t's
A bit of foresight, please..
(Kez)
Never wrote a weak lyric, never stop just keep spilling
Taking inspiration from ex-cons, the beat killings
I'm ready to jump to the top, but don't have feet willing
My brain is like, "you as a rapper? Don't be silly!"
And i could never predict it,
Never would have even thought that i'd ever have been destined to spit it
Never would have thought i'd be getting the shit ripped
Out of me every day and still not relent with the sick shit
Cause when i pressed that first tape not long after my birthday
Six songs, in school, i didn't know my cursed fate
I was stupid to do it, yeah, and naive in the worst way
Cemented the laughs that would come ever since that first day
Focus on the past, so they never let the future change
My progression's ineffective cause these stupid gays
Prefer to dwell on shit songs than see me doing great
The skill's gone up, but i'm still filled with the fluent rage
Seen as a joke, nobody even cares to use this hate
It's like having no moving targets on your shooting range
But i aint too deranged, i'm just frustrated with it
Name me one fucking positive that's come from making this shit
And the pen writes,
Take a kush break, back on it again like
Dotted my i's and crossed my t's
A bit of foresight, please..
Yeah..
