He's spit spitting a track
Hes just trying to help himself; and so he sits spitting it back
Spraying to the beat, Its like hes illing with the track
Till hes killing his own rap, hes rip ripping it back
Filling in the gaps, like hes tripping into traps
In listening he lacks so hes letting rip attacks
Attack as in his lyrics so no cricket & bat
Nor flicking a gat, like click clicking clack
Ric rica tat, filling thrilling shillings back
Picking up the shillings to pay billings to his flat
So hes flinging this and that, untill hes seeing picth black
Burnt smells hit the air like he just lit a match
He spits sick lyrics see hes sharp tic for tac
People must be stupid if mixing is mad
Cause its simple in fact, cah hes just rinsing facts
Be careful what you wish for so hes wishing it back...

Thinking infact
What worse could really happen, his thinking is gassed
Was sinking now hes sank, as hes thinking of that
He stays sitting where hes sat, gripping to his pad
Its unfulfilling where hes at and the thinking makes him mad
Drifting into darkness like hes lifted into black
Hes shouting out at air; 'someone bring me back'
Hes living is that fact? cah hes limping like hes capped
Ket leg, left leg, and hes pilling when he chats
Vexed in the mind so hes bunninn spliffs in flats
No where else to go hes just living where he can
Snakes are in the grass so hes killing of the cats
Trying to change his world with what hes bringing with his hands
Shifting up them pounds till hes bringing in the grands
Forever spitting lyrics trying to fit it to his plans
Giving up wouldn't make the quitter be a bigger man







Hes stays sitting where hes sat, sitting sniffing bags
Same bags, different bags, mixing 'pick a bag'
Hes singing mixing tracks, filling up the bags
Up to drop off, trying to really get them stacks
Putting in his headphones, bagging bud in his sack
Listening to this; cah its intresting to him
Every word relates like its written in his slang
He even knows the lyrics, so as hes spitting that
Hes spit spitting a track
Hes just trying to help himself; and so he sits spitting it back
Spraying to the beat, Its like hes illing with the track
Till hes killing his own rap, hes rip ripping it back
Filling in the gaps, like hes tripping into traps
Listening he lacks so hes letting rip attacks
Stuck inside his mind, the story takes you back
He stays sitting where hes sat, just spit spitting a track