they’re like shakes quit the whining, but I’m sick of slipping psilocybin in ya misses pint to bring the trippy vibin when i split the hymen, wicked rhyme but wish that i’d been intellectual, livin life mystified why extra terrestrials leave us alone, though to me the reason is known its cos we haven’t quite evolved as human beings, we’ve grown but still we’re not ready, drop heavy atomic weaponry ready to stop at anything shedding colossal energy blaow! Cities to rubble in a matter of seconds these Machiavellian man have gotta a knack for discretion they stamp on the second and 3rd class citizens standing against em ...hows that for progression? Blaggers that threaten, a whole society thats lacking protection our planet is lessened by schools giving apathy lessons so its back to the session, pennin with my cabbage collection with hash and the resin to take me from this rabid dimension happily clenching a fist, cos im meant to resist these lecturing pricks indenture us with devilish tricks still theyre letting it slip, back to the dark age, rap cos im past stayin trapped in a large cage, bars mate If im conscious, its only cos i haven’t passed out yet so i aint down for the count yet, far from a proud vet loud fresh lout from the southwest, shakespliff shoutin the truth til the towns deaf Iraq for oil, Rhodesia for gold, fraffghanistan, meetings at bohemia grove mainstream, media folk’ll leave it alone, cos the people controlling it are in league with the thrones of every nation, devastation’s what you get, medication and a bed, mental patient with the mental age of ten, getting sent away bereft, like the Venezuelan left, Chavez better face a better place in death what? despot? Get ya facts straight, bush and blair killed more innocent civilians to stack papes every damn day of their leadership, don’t care who the sleazy leader really is, theyre still getting p for it nobel piece of shit prize whats the drama? theyve given one to kofi annan and barrack obama turn a blind eye and supply bombs that shatter gaza... and then collect awards for saving the planet after mad disasters on the daily basis, our age is racist like the slavery days which made this multi-cultural place the greatest a bait escapist boshing pills but this aint the matrix your race to space is a waste of our taxpayers wages

I be the, mathematician with a stack of writtens rhyme patterns in an algorithm, calculated anarchism candy flippin in the cancer ridden land of britain maggots nibblin through the fabric of my tacky linen rash decision for you pack of kittens lackin wisdom if you plan to spit with anythin but pacifism my clans efficiently blowin up like a Palestinian so its masochism if you even think a-clashin’ wid em thats the difference, between me and these whack bres my beats'll attack snares these people just clap theirs feelin cheesy when trap blares in night clubs, might just slice up guys like white dust cut into fine lines crushed and depleted sero tonin-rises just to repeat this cycle I’ve breathed this foul mix of oxygen atomic lungs trust watch my scowl fix the rotten sun claws caught in the wall, my paws scorching a portion of draw, scrawling a formula morbid with thoughts, author of raw stories i brawl when i walk forward to war, caution to all, orphaning all sorts when i talk, sort of a dork, matts a sheep in wolf's clothing, JCB, tractor beam'll pull hos in, smash the scene im bulldozing, its demolition, heretic with epic diction while you sweat and listen, serendipidous evidence when im shedding writtens, to step on riddims like a kennel full of slender kittens, best decision is to step back, start doing less crack, ket smack, mcat prat got the best yats hollerin, check matts proper grim, honour him the one that got ya neck fat proper thin…cos you be nodding your head, im an obvious pest blazin up the crop in excess im blessed, bing bong spliffs…now I gotta spend a bar when i wanna buy my kinger pack, makes me wanna hit a yat with a cricket bat, Sniffing chaplin and thats all im really bothered with, politrickin novices dirty as a doner dish, gotta give bollocks in a way that is evil im stayin illegal and blazin up an 8th o the diesel and so what? I aint bothered if you think that im nang, ive been sniffin the chang ever since shit iran was hittin fan, just know I aint a miserable man so pay attention cos this isn’t a rant, it’s a scripture ive planned to show im lyrically intricate and skilled as a champion poet that can scribble to jams, these battlecats wanna diss because I choked getting pissed with my fam, when all they talk about is fingerin nans, go figure it man, I aint quite worked it out, dirty south representer, find me spittin flames like a burning house, herbal drought in chelt, makes me wanna turn to murder now but when my life is down I put the work in til I turn it round