
I’m piffing on a cylinder stick, I mix indica Sativa spliffs hit you with the heat then the reefer twist Burn a two sheet, a journey further through the deep abyss In the sea of mist, swimming in the smog Vision spinning like a cog, keep wishing for your God Fuck the mechanism system, got me living like a dog On a mission out to rob and we just sitting in the fog But fuck that! I strike back with counter attacks And drown an accountant in slacks in a mountain of tax Fuck digging, Jack swimming in a fountain of wax You can get an ounce of the jacks without bouncin' to gracks Actual acrobat, factual rap attacker Happy slap a rapper back to his natural habitat Black magician, hit you with exact precision My ammunition have you missin' from your last position Like a mathematician weighing up the pros and cons Smoke a load of bongs Wrote some cold flows for songs I ain’t slipping up, but it’s a slippy slope I’m on On the assault course I’ve got to use the force, Obi-Wan Toking on a potent long number and the potion strong Fingers in my batch when I’mma catch 'em like a Pokemon It’s all gravy man I’m wavy like the ocean gong Eyes red, set alight the head like an exploded bomb Fuck around with Jack You’re a goner I’m too, I’m too, I’m too… I’m too ill Wordplay Flow skills, still Fuck around with Jack Styles you wish you had Guarantee raw Linguistic lyricist It’s like that Plastic explosives make you jump like gymnastic aerobics Turn your face dumb like the powder you’re bashing your coke with Stacking the hovis, fuck lasting in showbiz Raps is the dopest, drink 'till I’m catching cirrhosis Fuck with me, you’ve got more chance of catching a blowfish Leaf, just send me another batch of that dope ish Strapped and I roast it From the bee sting to the roach clip No shit attaching Three Kings, like that Spike Jonze flick I’m so sick, can’t be cured by medicine And I’ll be severing the heads of several men like they’re venison Plants and politics, attracting opposites Like banging hollow tips into man that stack a lot of chips Proper sick, my whole fucking clique bombing strips Common kids, mind out Find out just what it is
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