[Jus Life..]

Feels like i'm behind on life i've wasted too much time/

These thoughts that are pacing through my mind,, cause me to be loosing ma patience when i should be concentrating on the task insight/

Constant hesitation means that times jus passing me by//

In my time i've bin deprived, deprivation of the finer things in life/

So the temptation it always overides, n i'm the roads at night, with coplications close behind/

posed to strike/

Causing confrontation in ma mind, untill i'm blinded, cant decide on wots right n wos wrong/

Cos while were organising crime n violence tryin to be da don/

Theres children frightened fighting for the right to live on/

But still we lie to our own kind so the cycle keeps on...

[Cant Touch The Mic...]

Grime Ting..

You try to act like i, but you aint got ya mind right/

thats why ya stuck onda side lines/

dont give a fuck if you dont like my rhymes...

dont like yours!/

say that ya sick, but i've got da cure/

spray one 16 n bruk up ya jaw/

cut up ya tounge so i shut you da fuck up for sure/

cant mutter, cant talk/

your not a tough man, man got bored/

you chat your a gunman so walk da walk/

still think that ya bad, well come man draw//

na... thats what i thought, your a fake your a fruad/

i dont play wiv your sort/

i jus spray da four four/

dont give a fuck if i'm breaking da law/

snake on ma man den i'l take you to war/

dun no man 'l be raging for sure/...

like ghetts dun wana see nutin but brains on the floor/

dont need to be hench when i got a chain saw//

you fink you can take the pain, but i take it to another level, take it to a level thats raw...

[Bin Gone 4a Hot Minute...]

I'm emittin these cylibals like i put da clip in, cock n pull da trigger,

n i'm aiming at'em any man who beg to differ, get disfigured/

cos i fuse da riddem with encrypted lyrics/

keep on rippin till i blew da system n i'm raisin spirits/

new excistance of lyrical wisdom n ya no where near it/

listen deeply to my speach or you wont hear it,

wont depict the picture i configured in ma lyrics/

when ma pen touches the paper i become a wizard, delivering feelings to ya mind thats scientifically defying physics/

using lyricism i'm grippin millions of children, n switching how there thinking till they see things different/

see the bigger picture in the distance/

cos lifes a bitch within a minute might be non-excistant,

anyman might find themself in that postion/

so for survival nowdays many mansdem they will roll with a strap/

thats no prediction, thats the world we live in, so it's a fact/

even so called honest people always sinning, how are we ment to look upto that/

the whole government is full of currupt twats...

i've had enough i'm breaking free, taking what was ment for me/

no more delaying, already i'm upto speed/

infecting fakers wiv desease/

ma only weaponry is speach//

n i'm threatening the scene because these emcees there perception isn't deep/

when i'm connecting with the beat perfections what you see/

cos collectively the best are out of breath, obsessing over SmG/

i no this is ma destiny, so i keep on going till i no that i'm the best that i can be//

i no ma flows unique, because i neva chose it, it jus came to me like satan in ma dreams/

there the sort of thoughts i'm facing when i sleep, it's awkward, raw corpses dere rotten n morbid/

ya thoughts are not of importance, so pause...

...bitch, n stop all dat talking/

i'l click, cock back n bore him/

drop da gloc n keep walkin, i'm done with this warin, you man are jus boring me...

Sum Little Hip-Hop Ting i Been Working On... What You Think?..