[Intro]
Wait whose bong is it man? Is it mine?

I don't know man, is it mine?

Oi brus, I think it's mine

Oi nah, who cares, we got an ounce brus

Oi turn on the TV

[Verse 1]
Now this is a story that has never been told
About the kid at the age of eleven or twelve
Who had a dream to fulfill 'til the moment of gold
Man I wish I could've had it 'cause it would've been sold
Another remedy of lemon trees, a sinister flow
Yo, take a second and lethalising on weapons
Still making rap [?] a vengeance and the minutes turning to seconds
A veteran of a sections suitable for extensions
Preventing the whole intention [?] tell you I'm in detention
So take it back when I mention my rhymes are just an infection
An erection so use protection dissecting the whole complexion
Jumping through six dimensions while burning rhymes through these sentences
Making it all relentless, bitch take it 'cause I ain't wasting it
Acting like you some Satanist hating up on the label its
Doing the Fresh Prince better than young Jaden Smith
[Outro]
MSON, Big Issue

C4

Welcome to the album