[Intro]
Do you know what a bollocking is?

[Verse 1: Eldon Somers]
Hair natural, like Kathleen said, held in a steam stead
So [?] headed
I'm wrapped around her little finger if Anita said it
I need the sweet love, the kind that Nina never received but deserved
Freedom is a feeling when you ain’t fearing no perturbed
And your herd ain't seasoned with no herbs
Keep hot sauce for Bea
You can keep your Peggy Lee, the fever ends with me
Church of Alice Coltrane, take me to the beach
Where the debris meets the sea
Shiftin' between the tonal antennas
Street level vendettas serve elite level attendants
Bringin’ home the bacon
The city's vagrants share their fate with the pigeons
Faced with a rail and stake
What's the river to the lake, the ocean asked the plate
Tectonic, the slate is far from clean, yet they do their washing on it
As if we're s'posed to have forgotten
But this seat's hot, your beat box is a wheat box
Show me somebody that has three jobs, I'll show you somebody that has no money

Is their game runnin'?
Sunny side up, uh, but ain’t nuttin’ funny
Is their game runnin'?
Sunny side up, uh, but ain’t nuttin' funny
Is their game runnin'?
Sunny side up, uh, but ain't nuttin’ funny, nuttin' funny
Mmm, Is their game runnin' cuz? The game runnin' cuz? Let me know what gwan

Are you only a maverick if you become infamous?
It's well known
Pick your enemies carefully because the nature of your enemy must become your own
Yeah, yeah my G
Pick your enemies carefully because the nature of your enemy becomes your own, your own

East side has an ideologically water-tight explanation for why the adversary behaves with such persistent wickedness and aggression
Before you were in the belly I knew you
Before you were in the belly I knew you
So why would you do you like how you do
We were all once one and the same part of [?]
We will be forever
Fools rush in, chimps wait in line
Pick your time and hit it right
If he fell on his face, he'd be halfway home
I'm halfway gone
The pathway's closed, so I chose to undergo the life of a mole
Sneak under your fence like, I don't know how I got here
It's way too hot here, stoned and starving
The rubber meets the road
I double up and double down on the feeling
And I hear the sounds but the message need repeating
My head is splittin' while I try to find a meaning
I need the brightest of mornings for this darkest of evenings