Give It Here

While most mans speak

I meditate up in the mountain peaks of Mozambique

Where I choose to count sheep

Unil I rose from my sleep

An incomplete stranger

Creation of my mothers nature

She didn t cater

But fuck it I don t cater

I m driven by the danger

You re just a digi passenger

Who sends death threats

While I massacre your messanger

To many of you black males manouvre like scavanger

Jankrows and jeekles

Tryin to assassinate my character

The snakes and ladders that deceive

Try to lead me to believe in nothing

I m surfing on the surface of suffering

Slowly suffocating

Hearts caved in and gave in

Seeking refuge and salvation

But there s no safe haven

From this wickedness

But still won t forget that criss tings still exist

Like looking through my son and seeing the reflection and vividness

His likeless of my father

Reminding mums of me

While my circle circulate and elevate

That s elementary my dear Watson

My dear father your far from gone

And further away from being forgotten

I ve not forgotten

That foundations start at rock bottom

Where breddahs hearts are dark and rotten

Like what?

Like Dot Cottons gums

Come in your drum lock stock and two smokin guns

I cross lines society

Boundaries I break down

Analyse your status

The conflicting factors shake down

Find a new ground to work on

Always live in the person

LP drop another sky excursion

Without wings

I watch the world from a birds view

Champion of light

Sunshine styles can burn you

It stays hot

I figure your plot like Dick Tracy

Fakes makin snake moves

And getting paid of those flaky styles

Safety in the wild

Chase me miles

But your feisty smiles is laughin at zilch

Get exposed like Scottish mans in kilts

Feel the wind blow

See you haven t got the info

So your innuendo means nothing

Nought

See the frontin keeps you caught

Droppin science like chalk on blackboards

Its all musical actors

Gettin in through back doors

Playin caricatures of themselves

In the sky I m spiritually stealth

Illuminous like felt tips

Mans world is selfish

Get a hell wish on credit

Hold it up with a classic cut like Brian Bennett

Direct through your senate

Get a break and make a gem with it

Beats all day

You know my program

Ill on the slow jam

With dynamic styles like Oram

Flickin ash in a coke can

Thinkin bout the next move

Hookin up the next groove

It s strictly science in the method

Fuck around with ground rules and see those ties get severed

I ll be doin this until I m ragged and aged

With varacous veins

Live long and prosper

While amateurs fade

With Klingon ways

We bring on brays

Who ask the lord to forgive them for their sins on stage

Or stay home puttin ink on page

After page

After page

There s no end to the masquerade

Bend the bars of the cage

But you can t escape

Your brain trapped in the part you were cast to play

The same plot

The same genre

The same drama

The same blood stained paper you chase after

I play the game like a snake charmer

I aim to train harder

Eat hearty but stay marga

More rowdy than squaddies on the lager

But you ll probably scarper

From bobbies in body armour

And if your smart you ll tuck in your chain

Cos nothin has changed

You could get mugged on this rugged terrain

I m runnin the plains barefoot

Hunting some game

J-Star

The Drifter

We re one and the same

Smokescreens burn up

They can t cover the flame

I stay first class

Top of the range

Even if the topic is strange

I spit a philosophical phrase

At your mockery of Hip Hop and comical ways

And when you feel my phenomenal rage

You ll be suffering abdominal pains

Lost in this impossible maze