Give It Here (Feat Klashnekoff
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Yeah, you know the saga
Merciless times
Dago mentality
Expansive right now, you understand
No longer stands, yeah
While most man speak, I meditate up in the mountain peaks
In Mozambique, where I chose to count sheep
Until I rose from my sleep, an incomplete stranger
Creation of my mother's 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 messenger
Too many of you black males maneuver like scavenger
Jockos and Jekylls try to assassinate my character
There's snakes and ladders that deceive
Try to lead me to believe in nothing
I'm surfing on the surface of suffering, slowly suffocating
Heart's caved in and gaping, seeking refuge and salvation
But there's no safe haven, from this wickedness
I still won't forget that Kris Tinch still exists
Like looking through my son and seeing a reflection of vividness
It's like this of a father, reminded mums of me
While my circle circulate and elevate, that's elementary
My dear Watson, my dear father you're far from gone
And further away from being forgotten, I've not forgotten
That foundation starts at rock bottom
Where brothers hearts are dark and rotten like what
Like Dot Cotton's gums
Come in your drum, lock, stock and two smoking guns
I cross lines in society, boundaries I break down
Analyze your status, the convicted factor shakedown
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 bird view
Champion of light, sunshine styles can burn you
It stays hot, I figure your plot like Dick Tracy
Fakes making snake moves and getting paid off those flaky
Styles, safety in the wild, case be miles
But your facety smiles is laughing 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 law
See the fronting keeps you caught, dropping signs like chalk
On blackboards, it's all musical actors
Getting in through backdoors, playing characters of themself
In the sky I'm spiritually stealth, illuminous like felt tips
Man's 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
Flicking ash in the coke can, thinking 'bout the next move
Hooking 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 doing this 'til I'm ragged and aged with varicose 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 putting ink on page after page
There's no end to the masquerade
You 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, I eat hearty but stay marga
More rowdy than squaddies on the lager
But you'll probably scarper, from bobbies in body armour
And if you're smart you'll tuck in your chain
'Cause nothing has changed, you can get mugged on this rugged terrain
I'm running the plains barefoot, hunting some game
J. Star the Drifter, we're one and the same
Smoke screens 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