Ben S: No Agenda (Part 1)

Ben S: No Agenda Twitter: https://twitter.com/Benjscott512 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/benscott51296 Just because I don’t smoke a toke to overthrow woes Just because I don’t down sorrows out in alcohol Just because I don’t go and fuck around with hoes, Doesn’t mean that I don’t know how to flow. Just cos I live in a crib with 4 bedrooms, And never had to live on the brink, almost a dead dude, Ben’ll be a class MC, I swear to you, Dedicate a life to the rhymes, I’m prepared to do. Now the rapping happens naturally, Falling into magic I don’t wanderers catching me, Have to snatch with both hands if I plan to be, A lad known, out the hometown, Banbury. For a short while I was a hopeless bloke, Didn’t know where I was supposed to go, Saw a rapper live, got home to know, We could say it’s DNA, written in my chromosomes. As I chose to write today, Lads throw their eyes my way, like I’ve thrown my life away, And some ladies try the same, Like I’m a waste and might as well let my mind decay. I’ll floss my bold lyrics they’ll be astounded, Don’t need a gold filling to put money where my mouth is, All my teeth are wisdom you hear it when I’m spitting I was looking for a life to bite into now I’ve found it. Found the building blocks to be in the best ever Ben’s a step ahead they’re still messing with jenga, No better game than rap I can imagine, To stop me going ham, not even backgammon. But some pricks are still just a little bit silly, Saying that I’m only in it for the P, Why would I only be in it for the Lizzie, When I know I still can’t get royalties? Even when I make it big I won’t change banks, Still be the same man, and I’ll still pay tax, Some think they rule the world, and I hate that, Gary set the bar low, why should we take that? I know I’m unknown, but I’m better than amateur, This life’s a ride, and I’m the next passenger, So prepare for my, spectacular vernacular, Be scared if you’re against me, cos I’ll damage ya. Recently cheeked by some fat guy, Cussing my lines while eating a fucking pie, His brain, I’d say it was a third of mine But the body is probably 3.14 times Told you many times don’t dare go mad at me, I’m cold as Ice, I don’t wear no Vaseline, I can run my mouth, disrespecting you happily, I’ll send you to death, I don’t care for your family. There’s a reason why the rappers will say they’re ill, It’s because the lyrics made are there to kill, My lines are chicken pox mixed within phlegm, Fighting to resist, but I’m itching to spit them. Whenever I rap, the school say I do wrong, Chasing a career that they say I should not, Bullshit you’re foolish, cos I say I should not, Have ever been suspended for rapping with Harry Bushrod. But I reckon some of that led, to the new me, I’m settled on a move, that’s better than Uni, Spitting over tunes like this one that’s looping, So call me a cracker but never say I’m looney. But I do get, they’re not all impeccable, Vanilla was proof you just have to be sellable, That’s why a whi