Baskerville Video (MV)

In your little dream-world playing video games
Feeling that critical haze getting into your brain's
Affinity for being anywhere you gaze
At me on centre stage, I could be there for days
If it was easy I'd find another way
Cause I don't f*ck about Wop Wop what d'ya say?
I'm pulling her hips back grinding I'm'a play
With her coochie all night, in school they called me gay
Look who's getting laid now, freak of the schools
That I went to now I made all you bullies look like fools
F*ck all the haters and f*ck most the rules
I'll duck any cunt that f*cks with Multiversal Julez
I'm a nerd and I've got cheek I'll put my clinic on the map
Cause I'm a future doctor working on my studies and my rap
FIFA on the screen and a leng ting on my lap
I'mma make my beauty scream when I make her booty clap
I'm killing the scene and I barely started
Living the dream, bare people say rah kid
What do you mean? You think that I farted
That was my queen, her pussy popped apart it
Couldn't be better when I let her get on it
I made a sheller writing rhymes in Inki barn lit
Fires at the session linking legends I ain't harnessed
By anything a message from the heart's what makes an artist
Always in tune with the people around
I was born to abuse but clean for now
There's all the views and all the crowd
Waiting for the DJ to turn it up loud
That bass that makes us wanna bounce our heads up and down
Chasing up a fake when I'm investigating shutting round
After round down, Give Julez the crown
If this city's Baskerville, I'm the hound
I can horrify a hundred if I wanna be selective
Or I'll monetise abundant, stagnant, ressurective
Attitude, spat it rude, I'll make an effective
Interlude it's winter soon, that's when I'm most reflective
About the things I've seen in only twenty three
Years of binge and it breaks the enemy
Isn't that clear step in for Primrose Everdeen
Cause I'm f*cking here I'll start a revolution never seen
Killing the scene and I barely started
Living the dream, bare people say rah kid
What do you mean? You think that I farted
That was my queen, her pussy popped apart it
Couldn't be better when I let her get on it
I made a sheller writing rhymes in Inki barn lit
Fires at the session linking legends I ain't harnessed
By anything a message from the heart's what makes an artist
Hoping for the fog to clear so I can strike back
Only hit a bong if I know I still can write back
Killing all my fear I don't even need a light stack
Kindling a tear in her soul like her tight crack
All I really needed was a place to get it on
I don't need a lot of money I just wanna make a song
I mingled with her friends but I knew not anyone
Of em would outdo what I got I drew already one
Card out of the deck, I'm reflecting deeply
In my music I feel's slept on obliquely
Out of perception of the range that's completely
Abnormal and strange but I'm doing it neatly
If I amaze you I'm doing it on purpose
If I can phase you and make you nervous
Setting a framework kaning words
I strain to get fame though making each verse buss