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Is Anyone Watching?

Parry

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Parham Raoof
Parham Raoof
Songwriter
Bruce Wayne
Bruce Wayne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tristan Mercer
Tristan Mercer
Engineer

Lyrics

Check, check, check, check. Ok Let's go Is anyone watching? Shining light with a budget Shrouded in light I thought that I'd like it But don't want to touch it, look Shatter the life I'd wanted to live Battered alive, frying a chip Heart to the sky, ask me to pick And I'll tell you nicely; this is it I don't want anything else Whip and a bag is nothing to wealth I'm working all day on myself I'm hitting the bag till I get a belt I'm given a choice; well, I'm given a chance to know what I'm dealt Compared to the noise I dealt myself I'll bet you the hand isn't hell Is anyone watching? Won't the clock tick till I nudge the hands? Outrunning the budget With a top speed like I'm from Japan Tokyo Got a top sting, Irikanji And a top swing, like a monkey Flowing toe-to-toe When I'm on-stream like I'm Cody-Co Is anyone watching? Wanna run, the feet are coming under Heated like the sun, the bolt that beat the thunder Molten like the lava, energy on guava And I keep it Undercover In the shade to barber with the fade Or Ghana with the braids I come up on the page like karma with the sage I'm armed with Potter magic and they try to match it but they cannot catch it though Is anyone watching though? Sitting alone and picking a bone while all that I've known is crumbling bro. Tryna confess with a broad chest then I feel tested and I Jest in the court, dressed like a king, vet the retort Man, I've been arrested I need a chest that locks and a guest list at the resort That gets my new message Where I can rest Block off investments I never bought Order new vetements I need a vest, top off the rest, say what I thought Corden new exits, man I've been desparate, hop on the next train of my Payed to be running, eternally hunting the day I decide my identity Like it's a document Like it's a page I could sign and I'm done for eternity Acting deranged like I'm back on a page that I factored was over with certainty Tactics of rage and I'm losing my face, got me looping in place like infinity Finna be whatever I can be Betadine put on the wound, I scream Set a mean and I'm three SD's outer, see 99 till infinity Gunning like a Kennedy Grind for what I'm meant to be Can't afford to gavel me Gather up a battalion, I'll be on the cavalry Riding on account of freedom Hunting on the sound of me, blessed Is anyone watching coz I know I am When the kid's done they'll be kicking hearts in the can And I can attest to this, I invested in All the best that I've been and I sense That I'm milling to grind that ability set till it's soaking the sun Done with billing a ballot or casting a reel for the feeling I'm valid I'm feeling a million years of morality build up to me tryna build up vocabulary Never could tally up pennies that mattered or meant to me More than the sense I could centre my energy Trust in potential, piss in amenities Urine for entropy; chaos sits next to me Put a pack of alpacas on Harriers Still couldn't spit a percentage that Parry is And I'm married to carrying barriers Tarriffing tarrows, I'm taxing Gregorians Arrogance mixed with the sound of euphoria Current affair; is the foreigner boring ya? Ticking tortoise took the round; Coroner Said to call us when your hares hit the corridor So you better be watching close And issue a fucking toast When I'm up on stages coast to coast From east to west I'm best and destined worldwide So you better light up when I'm alive in the test of limelight The message should be in that: as a player Your idea of fun ends up making you a hero Fighting monsters is what you live for It isn't what, say, this fucking guy lives for Why aren't out all these other dudes going out and fighting monsters and questing Coz they're not heroes They don't find it fun But you, the player, find it fun You find killing monsters fun You find ridding the world of evil things fun That makes you a hero
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