[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
That OG truth slippery slope I'm rolling through Its old news
Places I roll paint a picture but I don't move
Lewis roll with the crew [?] with the most coops
Still cold, move slow motion, movements proper sloth
With the loss of the plot, but roasting booths is overdue
I know some loose hoes and local dudes but I don't know you
Most probably gone an potion toking multiple balloons
Premonition, past visions I'm looking at
Laid back, I does this
You ain't puttin' pussy on the chain wax, that a shame lad
That ain't my slang cause I ain't northern-born
Proceed with caution, 'course but your shorties
Can all-aboard, abort the mission
'Cause she [?] to catch her as she plank-walking
I strap a jaffa cake got any strain like gaffеr tape
I'm normally blazed, give mе days to calibrate my thoughts again
Know your place, you fools betray your little false lame
You ain't pulling wool over the face, no way

[Verse 2]
I'm making bangers like it's nitroglycerin
Hydro glistenin', nice cold shimmerin'
Stamp your crisps up into your carpet
And strap your big spliffs that smell like an armpit
Chat like your arm blood, you're just harmless
I bring bad karma, call it cold wash and hard press
Trying to be a charmer but your heart is best
But you weren't blessed so I can't pass zest
I'll kick you with your fucking teeth, and pick your bird's lock
She's the pickle fiend that grind son herbs knob
While I'm picking weed gurning off my dot
Micro-dots with the lean and a bit of speed
You know something, Luke?
If you ride like lightning, you're gonna crash like thunder
And I'm not gonna let you bring us both down

[Verse 3]
Yo, I got an ego the size of the Hindenburg
Sittin' and sippin the silliest mix of scripts
That's gonna get me turnt
If it's flammable, I let it burn
Left it amicably, no lessons learned
I straight hammered the beat
And nail birds that are all
Hanging out on the street on grey curbs
I ain't perturbed by what you show me with your words
Actions are the only currency with any worth
I tried acting all normal, get a job, stack and earn
Tryna figure out which problem I could tackle first
Jack of all trades, popping Jills 'til I slur
And Imma built my business from the dirt
I don't wanna finish last, so I won't stop
I'm real dope, so eventually I'll be on top
Couldn't buy any less, but I keep the lot
Couldn't be any more stressed, and I keep it locked

[Verse 4]
I shrug casually and ask "What's the matter, love?"
Everything is nothing, we're just particles of dust
Glorified mince-meat flavours fall from all these fucked up forts
Plus the baggage that we lug
A carnival of clowns, in the citadel of rough
Utopiously hopeless, so we reachin' for the drugs
Live long, prosper, die in the rush
Board another train wreck applauded by lust trust
Let me leave a legacy, than strap me to a gurney
Spit through gritted preserve these waters like taxidermy
Same shit, different journey, ain't conditions of comfort
Fam scavenging scraps, rest in rags, ready to raid like the Tuscans
Drunkard stole all the beer from your fridge, flowing cold to the tundras
Jump on the bandwagon, get left with punctures
Chick wants the beat so she clutchin' my trunks and
[Verse 5: Dirty Dike]
Yeah, I'm only jokin', There's no provokin' here
Some woke emotions turn to stone, that's when you know it's weird
The locomotives selling coke behind a frozen tear
You talk about me, but I'm only here
I'm only jokin', I'm only pokin' fun at what I've spoken
It doesn't mean you have to run and phone your mum all broken
It doesn't mean you have to sit, justify my fucking shit
When you've been truffle-hunting round the Dike just for the fun of it
I'm not joking when I say I'll poke your nose in
I'll razorblade your throat
And check if take-aways are open, like "What a creep"
Rhymes sly like it wasn't me
The chips are pricey but the triple-battered cod is free
I triple backflip onto Butler Beach
I swung fleece, and still a black rocking octopuses on her feet
The dogs bollocks help me helicopter off police
I keep a soft mollusk in my pocket tryna dodge the feet

[Verse 6: Fliptrix]
No pesticides, every rhyme is certified organic
So every word deserves a purpose like a bible passage
I take the verse, extract the words 'til they're pyschoactive
Have it served to quench my thirst like the finest absinthe
Then I search to come to terms with how my mind reacted
In a flash, [?] firing on my synapses
You gettin' gassed, I'm getting high 'til the sky collapses
You want the dank I got your back like I'm chiropractic
My stash is fat, like a forest not no side salad
When I burn that shit down, all I'm tapping's white ashes
I'm making patterns out of waves like I'm symatic
Sacred in a state, I circulate, served from rhyme savage
Actions speak louder than words, check the dynamic
Passion bleeds out of my work, the hurt's real graphic
I'm birthing illness out my brain, like psychosomatics
I got your mainframe shattered, here's some fragments
[Verse 7: NuphZed]
Yeah, it's Zederiny baby, I've been shouting, try and sus me
Lovely jumbly, couple fingers stuck up in a cuddly chubby
Funny 'til it's cummy, and it's runnin' down her mummy tummy
Bun a bunny I'm bugging and running from the cunning fuzzy
Which way to slice, with my double-edged knife kill the pain
I ain't been the same since touching the white, all right
I'm really nice when I'm stood in default mode
But people wanna play it cold, so I'm speaking in bold
Do what you're told, babe
Keep your pussy shaved and your toes painted
No ragin' lately, there's an addict with his soul flaming
Better late than never, here forever, have her rap of living
[?] stack my feelings, [?] ima smack your siblings
Here for long now, so put your soggy phone down
Runnin' up with CMPND to shed it on some monged out
Fancy flannel ponce clowns actin' like they got clout
How the fuck you gonna boast now, if you're not even hot in your hometown, wow

[Verse 8]
[?] fuck me [?]
[?]
Strapping up a donk, chewing fungus and I'm off me nut
Sailing [?], swing you overboard to feed the crocs and [?]
Making a move I take a toll on everything your boss has got
[?], shut your gob and go up to the shop
I wanna eat [?]
Take the [?], he's the one who linked us n***as up
Flaggin' 616, [?]
Always moving [?], fuck a Yankee, I'm a Londoner
Big Ben, Big Ben, let me catch me that Big Ben
[?] passengers
[?] and these piggies won't de-accelerate my stamina
[?] expected better raps, you'll get a slap y'know
[?]

[Outro]
All those fucking pigs are coming after me, I wanna split out the back, I wanna go down to Rotterdam and I wanna do that first national

I'm done
You're fucking done