Best of the resting mark in the game, starting line from marginal sequence speak sense, rest of the beak in descent squawk calling talking barnacle sea sense, wash in shore, fool get hammered squashed by Thor, that’s super hero, not one after three, it might take two if you come after me.

I’m talking rhymes on the raps, cause bredda popping off locking real caps, the only cap man a pop off is a hat, if that Stick is a strap you’re a tube mind the gap.

Lesson in life blessing till every ting hard, till every ting testing, you’ll die by the sword, use ya mirror why it’s virtual reality or return as a space cowboy.

Separate the sweet from the space raiders, bottom line heavy, this is bass labour, nothing Tory, respawn from the last life devil score me.

Clocking numbers, beam through satellites, counting star dust, waiting for lines, men in queues in Argos, I seek patients, I flip cards like I’m ancient, mechanical iron man, but unsolid in the game of thrones like a hired hand, my superpower is I’m tired man, I’m sick of the injustice, think like a leper, cause nobody can touch this, dropping like Tesco delivery, swarming like locus approaching it biblically, now that’s a testament, from one side of the room trying to wind round the elephant, leaving the scene, they ain't finding no evidence.

You wanna get down like a bandit,
You licking out shots in this game,
If you rep for a team get shirty,
Or you never get props in this game,
Like you do raps better get murky,
Like you do grime you better get off key,
Like you do drill you better be a road man,
Want real music try Tchaikovsky.

I'm in a land on my own where everyone snake,
No debates it’s all darkness and hate,
Life’s a horror movie circumstance leave me doubting feeling Scooby,
Do my best to see struggles rise manifest, hang a little hope, life’s petty smoke, guess I'm a little dope, you know how it ends, they get you like a joke, last life gone when your done plummet, last laugh in a time reminisce like rollercoaster can't stomach emphasis, pen dimensional it’s literal levels, off road kamikaze pedal to the metal, gonna blast delirium up in flames back to the future rebel in a mask come covert but its Covid 19, cotching four walls, trapped in a lane of dystopian theories, face the real music come like Jon Cleary, the vision get misty, lost, shout up in the fog, hear dis.
Close to the ledge man was a near miss.
Close like pac coming bright with the guts getting ghost, 2 pac, man still the ghost with the most, we postmodernism in this zombie apocalypse.

You wanna get down like a bandit,
You licking out shots in this game,
If you rep for a team get shirty,
Or you never get props in this game,
Like you do raps better get murky,
Like you do grime you better get off key,
Like you do drill you better be a road man,
Want real music try Tchaikovsky.

You wanna get down like a bandit,
You licking out shots in this game,
If you rep for a team get shirty,
Or you never get props in this game,
Like you do raps better get murky,
Like you do grime you better get off key,
Like you do drill you better be a road man,
Want real music try Tchaikovsky.