Hate Being Sober, Kenny Cadence, Brinkworth - The Plug Lyrics

Mic check
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yayyyy
Brinkworth Music
Kenny Cadence
Hate Being Fucking Sober
Listen 
Look
Look
Look , you aint dealing with no average rappers
Ask about us
Been about for years, aint no fad it's had us
Trapped, had us detached from all of the things that mattered in fact
If you'd have told me this shit when I started I probably wouldn't have wanted to rap
If you'd ask me to swap
For all that I lost
I never would give it you it back
Had to adapt to master the craft
And what I developed is something to last
As a matter of fact
It be the reason why I'm fucking here
Sometimes you have to cuss to make it fucking clear
Anyway let's step away from all that skippy shit 
The lamest way to trick the kids to thinking that you really spit
The brilliance is found beneath the roughage
Underground we keep it buzzing 
Still our sound don't reach the public
Every now n then
Get a shot to try to reach above it 
But with crabs around ya ankles know it's hard to breach the bucket
Reefer puffing Clouds of smoke as my thoughts 
Pulled about in the storm 
Rearrange to fit the beat from which they sprouted and form
A sick arrangement 
Spit a phrase , can bring a big amazement 
Been away but aint afraid to reengage and hit the pavement
It's a shame he didn't make it
His engagement dissipated 
Way before his twitter page did 
All the buzz disintegrated
All cuz he won't integrate with all of the vultures
Who standing at the door to the culture
Keep ignoring their calls 
I'll perform but can't record you no features 
I don't want to make no group or play support to eediots
I just wanna drop a set to share my thoughts and then leave
But most these rapping cunts won't have you 'less they holding your sleeves
Or on their pocket on some T-Bag tip
They gossip over tea bags it's 
No wonder why I didn't sign 
They all a bunch of hypocrites
Listen
Admitting it is half of the battle
Leaving half of 'em rattled 
Quarter ran 
The other quarter recognise why I'm at you
Salute the few who tried to dive in and tackle 
Shit is brave, though all in vein as I stay sliding right past you 
My punches sound like a bass drum when it thumps
Oomph!
That's just based on proof, look
I hate the pedestal that you've been placed onto
Mm, that's just based on truth
Let's talk two
Decades of lyricism, I walked straight into this criticism
Born with the umbilical cord, wrapped round my neck twice
Pretty biblical or more precise
Now I just rap in chords, this isn't even
Me at full force
Not even an Egan punchline could match my four adlib's acting like a chorus
See back in June, I said in August
I'll inject a shot aimed at the stars no Almagest
But I got my sons endorsement
Now be fully honest with me whats more important
The lessons learned or the lessons I could teach
See if I can talk then
Should have taught them
Studying a craft shouldn't lead to boredom
And now my daughter
Wants to get into this line of work, cause she just picked a boyfriend
Who just started spitting
That addictive nature started the kick in the groin trend
But Ive seen a lot of annoying ends to promising careers
No dishonouring in here
Sick of the bollox of the politics its clear
That I could vomit on a song and interfere
Like Kanye with an award and it would still be like I wasn't even here
I'll keep going to the bitter end I'll never be Pete Dunn
Jump off into the deep end
I'll do it now like I did it then,
Let the beat bump, until they speak of the wordplay in Sweedun that he penned
Shit I meant Sweden
Must of briefly lost my mind, but Im still breathing
Need this to keep my mind occupied at the weekend,
Now once again I'm on the rise, songs compromised
I'm leaving
Yo
Who the fuck pulled the plug

Mic check
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yayyyy
Brinkworth Music
Kenny Cadence
Hate Being Fucking Sober
Listen 
Look
Look
Look , you aint dealing with no average rappers
Ask about us
Been about for years, aint no fad it's had us
Trapped, had us detached from all of the things that mattered in fact
If you'd have told me this shit when I started I probably wouldn't have wanted to rap
If you'd ask me to swap
For all that I lost
I never would give it you it back
Had to adapt to master the craft
And what I developed is something to last
As a matter of fact
It be the reason why I'm fucking here
Sometimes you have to cuss to make it fucking clear
Anyway let's step away from all that skippy shit 
The lamest way to trick the kids to thinking that you really spit
The brilliance is found beneath the roughage
Underground we keep it buzzing 
Still our sound don't reach the public
Every now n then
Get a shot to try to reach above it 
But with crabs around ya ankles know it's hard to breach the bucket
Reefer puffing Clouds of smoke as my thoughts 
Pulled about in the storm 
Rearrange to fit the beat from which they sprouted and form
A sick arrangement 
Spit a phrase , can bring a big amazement 
Been away but aint afraid to reengage and hit the pavement
It's a shame he didn't make it
His engagement dissipated 
Way before his twitter page did 
All the buzz disintegrated
All cuz he won't integrate with all of the vultures
Who standing at the door to the culture
Keep ignoring their calls 
I'll perform but can't record you no features 
I don't want to make no group or play support to eediots
I just wanna drop a set to share my thoughts and then leave
But most these rapping cunts won't have you 'less they holding your sleeves
Or on their pocket on some T-Bag tip
They gossip over tea bags it's 
No wonder why I didn't sign 
They all a bunch of hypocrites
Listen
Admitting it is half of the battle
Leaving half of 'em rattled 
Quarter ran 
The other quarter recognise why I'm at you
Salute the few who tried to dive in and tackle 
Shit is brave, though all in vein as I stay sliding right past you 
My punches sound like a bass drum when it thumps
Oomph!
That's just based on proof, look
I hate the pedestal that you've been placed onto
Mm, that's just based on truth
Let's talk two
Decades of lyricism, I walked straight into this criticism
Born with the umbilical cord, wrapped round my neck twice
Pretty biblical or more precise
Now I just rap in chords, this isn't even
Me at full force
Not even an Egan punchline could match my four adlib's acting like a chorus
See back in June, I said in August
I'll inject a shot aimed at the stars no Almagest
But I got my sons endorsement
Now be fully honest with me whats more important
The lessons learned or the lessons I could teach
See if I can talk then
Should have taught them
Studying a craft shouldn't lead to boredom
And now my daughter
Wants to get into this line of work, cause she just picked a boyfriend
Who just started spitting
That addictive nature started the kick in the groin trend
But Ive seen a lot of annoying ends to promising careers
No dishonouring in here
Sick of the bollox of the politics its clear
That I could vomit on a song and interfere
Like Kanye with an award and it would still be like I wasn't even here
I'll keep going to the bitter end I'll never be Pete Dunn
Jump off into the deep end
I'll do it now like I did it then,
Let the beat bump, until they speak of the wordplay in Sweedun that he penned
Shit I meant Sweden
Must of briefly lost my mind, but Im still breathing
Need this to keep my mind occupied at the weekend,
Now once again I'm on the rise, songs compromised
I'm leaving
Yo
Who the fuck pulled the plug