[Verse]
Yo, your reign on the top was short
Like the poor black kids who were slain and defamed by the law
I dip my pen in the ink of truth and it says
That you can't shop around for what I've got in store
Ignore hate, deflect it, the game is infested
So I was selected, fly rhymes for breakfast
Unh, still spitting on that avenue
Best have my rhythm spinning like Crash Bandicoot
Flow for days, raised in the Camden catacombs
I was a random yout telling legends "I'll battle you"
In school, teachers hated my attitude
Which led to the police trying to shackle dude
But I beat cases, don't speak basic
Bringing the wisdom to have your teeth aching
Half man, half amazing
Half laughing while getting charged at the station
Halfwits get outclassed, blasted and outcast
I'm from a place where everybody comes out hard
Unh, if they make it
Pay packet basic, wages under inflation
Trying to find a home in the midst of displacement
Where the aroma of shit is the fragrance
Skin tone, shine ancient
Bring the [?] home, stolen from gold nations
Unfolding the events to dispense of the spent, many
Saying they are sick but they ain't, heavy
Verily, I will disperse like ten of these dead MCs and not exert any energy
My last names remember me
Frequently in beef with chiefs but not Cherokee
Spit, flip, lick kerosene
Egality, fraternity, liberty and guillotines
I drop so many jewels, I could never wear a chain
Take all of my words and insert them in your brain
I'm not a fool, I'm assertive, I ain't plain
If you spraying lyrics my way, I'll hurt you with what I'm saying
No verse too, I'll curse you right away
And bring pain and mayhem, there's no way I ain't slaying
After that you can do tracks through a seance
With a crew unruly future assailants
Who will be hunted like Salem
There's is nothing you can do to excuse yourself from failing
On tracks never derailing, you ask about me and they'll tell you about ratings
Outrageous
Preposterous, I see moves from afar with no need for binoculars
Coppers are watching us, the lot of us
Their tactics are to put black kids in a coffin, cuz
But we're firmly planted like Mark Duggan's gun
Or the subsequent cover-up
Alleviate the pain like Pharoahe Monch or a doctor does
Going pop don't make you popular
AWATE, Shine Ancient, Happiness
1Xtra, here with Sem