Written by L.Prince Produced by Chopfyt

*Verse 1 - Chopfyt* Fuck your home town Junkies coming for the whole planet Gang of Galacti gorging, cosmos gannets Wonder light years, grey scale Fred Savage Bondurant neck bandaged bleeding still standing Still mashing split lips for loose tongued maggits Hold tight those resting on a permanent matress Sorrows bleed out in a last breath everlast past the vastness No masks left sacrificed lives in a ink splash test (DO IT!) Week end stress going weak making crumbs in bake contest Cos the dough ain't fresh breaking bread with no gluten stretch Got your girl out her dress in the back taking shots on her glutes My crowd pop’s through the roof like '98 Mankind moves We the gun shy group sit on porches not on stoops represent where we grew down South Town mush Pink clouds, lawn chairs, air max, hoods Pot smells, joy rides, first loves bloom Granny got the beat like a OAP mugging spree running through the streets its a back alley strategy You bland Mr Boy brand Team Homer Spanish Flea We bright drippin dyes rebel rainbow tapestry The scheme grow frantically fight like a Maccabee Rope round the throats of reformist fallacy Stay true challenge fakes two twos knowledge wakes Wack crews common place outsourced their fan base Roots in the landscape deeper than the craters placed on the moons face Looting beats for a word space, these cack handed bird brains turn coats at great pace Sold out like Vegas fight shows, tight rope balance top flight dope flows Show boating mic prose, highlight title clutch baby face promos And that's how it goes bro knock out lines in slow mo Ticker tape and fan after the bell goes *Verse 2 - Demigod* Twilight then junk, Still waiting on the masterpiece Laughing like Mutley, crafty as Dastardly Calamitous casualties, Oil slick catastrophe Scratch SJ in your Jag with an Astra key Council estate shit language is slang speech Surrounded by smoke clouds bout to inhale and these Counselling sessions got me doubting my sanity Dropped a salary, snacking on the hand that feeds 5 finger discounts on crackers and a can of beans Food for thought never counting the calories Racking up tuition fees, interweave cryptic Meanings like the mysteries, hidden in da vinci scenes Innuendos inbetween, skilled with speech since a teen Filthy schemes, cities built on fields of green Cinematic visions like a silver screen film release Mind’s a place of genius, I told you this on cyberspace Rhymes from a higher place, fire in the sky for days That side to side shake, dance lifecycles fade To a minute silence, the sign of how your time was gauged Stepping out on winter frost, sat smoking hand rolled Cigarettes. Stolen ford sits upon cinderblocks I spin a plot, Sinister, insidious Idiots, running upstairs when the killer knocks Fag type subordinates, fragile as porcelain Buried in a pit filled with rattlesnakes and scorpions Accolades awards'll get handed to the talentless Performers, while the masters get, forgotten and ignored in this These tracks take you back like, Mac-fly deloreans Decapitate an audience, open mic tournaments Menaces on benefits, seven sin specialists Recession and Brexit, Everything's negative Clock another 9 to 5, suicide, time to die Palms touch, bible lines, Half glass, Cyanide Hardly even trying to fight, hard luck, Vital signs Heart pumps, Final time, Dark comes, Silence

Written by L.Prince & J.Hooper Produced by Chopfyt