Talk to Frank - Culprate, Maksim MC

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Bruv I can’t believe it

Burned so many zoots nowadays and I just can’t breathe it’s killing me

And my insides get all fucked up cause of that rough stuff I puff when I drill

a beat

It’s tough to stop that

So I gotta pop back some of those nice little vitamins

Till I’m hype again

Then I’m thinking, fuck calling Frank

Put him in a ring and I’m fighting him, fighting him

Fighting 10 of these dogs in a night

So fuck these problems, problems

I’m raving to what the DJ’s blazing all too often, often

I’ll get fucked up when he’s playing out tunes, I’mma spit hard

Much like when I’m in a booth building up zoots, you’ll hear the tunes of

Maksim kick hard

I’m a stallion

I can go all night picking up bags and dabbing them

Putting out lines 'till my minds gone bad again

Look around me I think «this ain’t happenin'»

Bruv I’m in a dark state, better call Frank cause I’m past baked

Not long left 'till my mind’s gone West and my chest pumps hard and my heart

aches

Talk to Frank, tell me what’s your problem?

Skip, you’ve been ringing me far too often

The voices in your head got you shook

This is a bad case cause whatever you took

Was laced with some mind-boggling concoction

You’re out of choices and out of options

The line is open, the number’s free

Talk to Frank, tell me, what’s your problem?

Bruv I can’t believe it

I’m doing my best to grip the mic but I can’t grip for shite

Cause I can’t stop shaking, this ain’t right

Feel I’ve blazed up too many pipes at raves

And I feel as if I might go blind

If I don’t write rhymes so I gotta spark up a zoot and write in the booth

Till bars start to hit hard in your mind

In your mind, you’ll be messed up with a bit of this stuff

It’s so fine, it’s so fine

Pen-grade or powder, take your choice and then go high

Then go high, higher than a kite tied up to a bright blue string

When I write these things I should really feel the need to maybe call Frank but

I don’t, why?

Is it cause I got to remain

Spitting hard on the top like the bars in your brain?

Clearly I’m insane, I’m a psycho

Might spit big hooks that you might know

Try to follow my bars, their hype

I’m killing it fast, so gimme that light

Pass it, roll it, light it, smoke it

So high you know this guy won’t survive