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Bizi’s Back (do it with your mouth)

So I was rollin’ with the crew down in Bradford town

Just kicking’ back, soundin’ out and makin’ smiles out of frowns

Jumped a cab to the high street to catch a band

Flagged down, jumped in and slammed the door on Tweetin’ hand

I broke down, my rhymes couldn’t be wrote down

Rush to hospital, stuck in a ward, gettin’ bored in my home town

Couldn’t wait to be back on the streets

Breakin’ verse, thrown’ rhymes and blowing minds with my epic Tweets

When I was released I thought the skies were limitless

But I stepped out of the joint and found my rhymes were rhythmless

Fumblin’ round with my bandaged digits

Hittin’ keys on my iPhone with the precision of a bag full of angry midgets

So

I’ve done some soul searchin’

Hangin’ out in smokey bars, just passin’ jars and lurchin’

I put my glass down before the slope got slippery

And when I made for the door the epiphany hit me;

You don’t need two hands to type a beat

Just rock it new school and get your tongue out when you Tweet

Boom

This was posted in Bdaily's Members' News section by Bizi Rhymes .