Blackpool

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"U F O vapes and wasp" two of the best alternative music pirate complex song writers in Blackpool 👽💀🏴‍☠️🇬🇧 rejected by the mainstream media 👍👍👍 "U F O vapes, wasp

"Cold, dark, the Blackpool breeze cuts through the concrete veins of the estate, the wizard U F O vapes ignites his pen like a flame in the fog"

I scribble truth in a blood-red huel, the blocks of this mind’s a labyrinth of sequel,
Ridin’ the mind-bender’s wheel, got the streets in my rearview, the stars feel like a steel wheel,
Alchemizing these cracks in the pavement, spells, I turn despair into symphony, chaos to anthem,
The rent’s due, but the rent’s paid in metaphors—I’m the landlord of the lyrical asylum, no tamle.

"The ink bleeds like a potion, the syllables hiss as they form"

My mind’s a carousel of cracked-out rhymes, spiralin’ through the static of my synapsin’,
Blackpool’s lights flash like a mind-split flicker, I’m a prophet in the haze of the night shift,
Ciphers brew like storm in a sink, where the rent’s paid in scars and the pain’s just a drink,
These bars? A vial of venom or healing, depends on the moon’s willin’ I’m moonlight appealin’.

"The trip begins, the lines between street and spell dissolve"

Step through the mirror, the glass is a portal—I’m a ghost in the graffiti, a curse in the scroll,
Hallucinatin’ in the hallway of hooks, where the beat’s a pendulum, and the rhyme’s a crook,
I’m the echo in the elevator’s fall, the ghost in the fire escape’s call,
The council’s a metaphor, but I’m the literal god, scribbled so cold, no warm-up, just par.

"The wizard’s lab is a blend of lyrical potions and magic"

I’m the mad scientist of the mind’s laboratory, where the pain’s on the fumes, and the bars are electricity,
Mix in a splash of the Blackpool Prom, where the dancers are memories, and the past’s got a pom,
The needle drops, the world’s on repeat, but I’m the glitch in the groove, the twist in the heartbeat,
The streets gave me the script, but I’m re-writing the script—this mind’s a cathedral of regret.

"The mind’s labyrinth, a place where U FO vapes shadows linger"

Ink-drip tunnels, where the shadows got teeth, and the echoes of U F O vapes scream in the heat,
He’s in the vault of my head, whisperin’ bars like a curse, a ghost at the mic, but I’m the one with the force,
The council’s my cradle, the rhymes my rebellion, the mind’s a trip, but I’m the pilot on mission,
These words got venom, got velocity—Blackpool’s grit, but I’m the alchemy.

"The trip reaches its peak, the wizard’s power unleashed"

I’m the storm in the sink, the boom in the block, the lyrical wizard with the flick of a lock,
The mind’s a maze, but I’m the key in my pocket, the cipher’s a crown, and the pain’s in the pocket,
They said my flow’s too cracked to sell, but the cracks let the light in, let the story reveal,
The council’s a cage, but I’m a caged lion, and this mind’s a trip, but I’m the reason you’re stoned.

"The trip fades, but the mind’s imprint lingers"

So step in my world where the ink’s black like the night, and the bars got a bite that’ll make you take flight,
The wizard don’t rest, ‘cause the mind’s a full-time job, and the estate’s just a base for the soul’s combat,
I’m the ghost in the rhyme, the echo in the grime, and the truth in the shine of the midnite sublime—
Take a shot at the moon, you’ll see Blackpool’s ghost, where the lyrical wizard’s always on his throne.