LARWOOD & KOH – WRONG (Official Video)

The lyrical content in this track is beyond normal.Larwood absolutely smashes the microphone with his lyrical ability in this new feature WRONG
Teaming up with producer and director KOH, the duo has really delivered a true masterpiece visually and by sound to capture your attention. 
The official video to this track was directed by Luke Dale, with masquerade styling and dark eye grabbing scenes in the background. 
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LYRICS: WRONG One mic, two feet, and a song, you, me we’re not two peas in a pod 2B when I jot, to be or not to be monologues, Question, I don’t like guessing, confessions of a mind under stress, and I’m easing along Stifling tension, contentions that are leading me wrong. So tell me I’m wrong when I am on song your logic is not air right. Tell me I’m wrong when guys take five to rhyme for this long. Seminal, venom’ll infect shit and the interest lifts and rises like Kong, bare high, So tell me I’m wrong when I am on song your logic is not airtight. – The balls at my feet I’m not all I could be, but I’m more than enough and i’m fortunately, On the up and up double like 40 degrees, And it’s awfully hot, when I’m talking my breeze, And your lauding my steam, all the chalk from the cheese, Put it all on the board, like I’m schooling the team, Trynna square me a grand, like G multiplied G, that’s a million each. VIP’s what I’d dreamed I’d be but the P’s, I see, is the key, I need, I’m a bees knees guy, with a bee hive deep I got the pollen, the colony, shotting commodities honest through Sonos’ sonorous property, on CD or the Bose On TV, big screen at the Odeon, I’m honing in, like Ho-Chi-Minh, I got pseudonyms, you won’t know me inside and out Since 16, I’ve rinsed my account to push back the clock, No two hands can hold me back, I don’t need chat or feedback I’m old school like ceefax, your old news. – One mic, two feet, and a song, you, me we’re not two peas in a pod 2B when I jot, to be or not to be monologues, Question, I don’t like guessing, confessions of a mind under stress, and I’m easing along Stifling tension, contentions that are leading me wrong. So tell me I’m wrong when I am on song your logic is not air right. Tell me I’m wrong when guys take five to rhyme for this long. Seminal, venom’ll infect shit and the interest lifts and rises like Kong, bare high, So tell me I’m wrong when I am on song your logic is not airtight. – The weapon I bring, Is Syllable slinging, and letters I’ll fling, Whipping up riffs in the kitchen, I’m whisking, I’m skipping the shindig and penning a string Of lyrics in hand and fingers in pies No leg up, I’m fed up just toeing the line Wont let up unless it’s a moment divine I got faith but I don’t know God Lost, like a dodo, non- Stop on my own soap box and complacent is a no go not, If your aiming for the totum’s peak, not a trough, Cream in a coffee, brewing cream of the crop, Me and my motley crew are dreaming of a lot, Me and my posse grew up scheming on a plot, Determined from the cot
Stirring up the pot Y’heard enough to cop, The whole EP, CV, the verse the lot, cherry on top, Bet that’ll pop, ready or not, Here I come like Fugees, move please, N-O-M t-s that’s crew chique More hunger than a choosy foody, sous-vide, stewing on beats come chew me. OUTRO So what’s wrong then? Mad that you ain’t got content? It’s mad that you ain’t just content, All of this faith is a godsend, All of the fables adopted, pops said, turn all the pages that got read, Burn til the flame or the moths dead, Burn til it fades but it’s hot yet.

Published by Dwayne Smith

Posted in: Hiphop/Rap, New Release

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