The real Mcoy , Authentic , Copywrite Yo drop a beat, and I'l rock a mic all night like, Insights dropping from a great height , take flight, You might go blind, Im so far outa sight right, Sideswipe, hindsight , I should of saw it coming , Its good for nothing being always into something so!!. I gotta keep running, never slow down, proud, Stand out, Dont follow the crowd, shout me voice loud. I'm the rascal bang in the middle of the fiasco, Your counterfit, Fake I.D - Donnie Brasco, I'm Rambo in a tank man, pretty much unstoppable, Crush whatever gets in me way and leave rubble, Bring back the boombap, on that skillmatic, Twenty odd years I've been reppin' and still at it, Been an addict, I'm passed it, bounce back like elastic, Now I'm fucking fantastic. Bring the fire like a matchstick.. Hook# Unleashed, I'm off the chain, Bringing the pain, Spitting the flame ,I'm not playing, Still maintain, said it once I'll say it again, Got nowt to loose, Everything to gain, Whats me name? Dog!! X2 P regressed to a kamanchi in a past life, thats nice, Riding on the plains, Horse back , Bow grasped tight, Firing a arrow at the cattle avoid the snake rattle, Smoking a peace pipe no hassle. A bit of that life must have bled into this one, I'm still on a spiritual quest and smoke spliffs son, Walking like a wise guy ,keeping up the pace, Endure my failures with grace, My head space in right place, Poker face, on the case, Rip the realism, As we tip-toe towards totalitarianism, Ending up dead or in prison, Thats just how we be living, Somethings got to give , Stuck inside the shit stained system, Go against the grain, throw a spanner in the works, With incenduary words , I'm a merk a verse - Word! Since the day I ripped it up on stage with Kool Herc, I've been tighter than a mini skirt clingin to a fit bird. Hook ## Spit fire war plane, Spin like it's propellar, The good fella, Repeller, Stay cool under pressure, Dont sweat the small stuff, it's far too dizzying, Trying to get a place to find tranquility in!!, You must be fucking jesting, Im on the grind hustlin' Making my mark, I'm chainsaw sharp - Buzzin, I'm rolling, Strike like a bowling ball, I'm the Shogun Assasin, in the middle of Battle Royale, Like the seventh Samurai, code of honour- live and die, By the sword , Raw - like a hoard of Orc's war-cry, Just cos I don't cry , Don't mean I don't grieve, If I crack, I might not get back, Give me some reprieve, Please!! I'm that bloke in the cloud of tac smoke, My heads above water, like I'm doing the back stroke, Wack flows, I lack those. Dropping the bomb, My performance be enourmous, Top dog number 1- son.. Hook###

When I was young , my whole life was like putty in my hands, Though we didn't have a lot, Mam tried the best she can, She'd go without, so me and my Brother had scran, How can? A woman teach a boy to be Man! At 10,11,12 I'm begining to understand, The scope of the shit to cope with, So I made plans, Started with a few grams to flip, try and double it, Roadman, living unaware of the risk, Older heads schooled'iz to the game, Only going to school , to get paid, Then end of the school day, A hoisty car waiting at the top of the ramp, To pick'iz up, The whole class knew I didn't give a fuck! Nissaz dropping gears, taking the corner sideways, Grafting all night, hardly sleep through the day's, Escalate onto powder and pills, chop it up, Mix it down, clean the scales, Seperate the coins and bills, Not hearing my mother anymore, I'm only 14 years old and I'm out the door, Little shit, thinking I'm the shit, running riot, Chased for trying to sleep in the stairwell of the rocket flats, Boys got locked down, one by one, My mother tracked me down, dragged me home Fucking nice one, glad to have my bed back, Still dunno were my heads at? I'm just telling you the bare facts!!!. Hook- Roughneck amazing , Geordie trailblazing, Keeping it fresh it death, beats neck breaking, Owning every moment, take you to another level, Just look at how I came up, shit man, Incredable.. X2 Workin legit, still husssling a little bit, Me and Hoggy smashin it, and mak'in chicks, Buisness is booming and the moneys coming in, The more we sell though, the more we take, And were just blowing it. Class A's for days, and we thought it was okay, Went from blaze to wasted, all one big haze, But we flossin' rockin Sean John, Karl Karni, Side kicks with fly grips, I'm gutted it was only, A matter of time, before it all went to shit, It was inevitable,there's more than two sides to this life we live, Loving that I'm in it, the money and the drugs, Till I'm lying in a pool of me own blood , The violence and addiction's all part of the system, It's the hardest thing you'll ever take on, once your gripped in, But when your young, full of come,looking for fun It dont register someone before you done fucked up, Been there, Done that, water off a duck's back I've got the fucking scars to proove it when I look back, I know that some shit done happend for a reason, But others is the consequences of my own creation, I'm making a conscious decision to be better, Reaching for the stars though I'm looking from the gutter, On the come up like a upper cut,I cannot be muzzled up, I'm keeping my moy masked up, straight Roughneck.. Hook ##

Feel the rythm hit, like my hearts catched fire, Since the power and the poetry, suddenly I'm imspired, Take it down to the wire,keep it tight like a knot in a rope, And rose up since I was close to a overdose, Emotional rollercoaster making my head spin, Days blend into the next, fast cars, loose women, Too hammerd to see any calamity happening, Till I had a fleeting moment of profound clarity, As soon as I get out though, they pull me back in again, Its not enough I struggle everyday with inside my head, I should of been dead, who'd of thought I'd be alive, Still at 35, too many slip slides on the ride, The grass is always greener on the other side, Till you get there, and you realise you've been took for a ride, On the grind like a blade on a stone, to stay sharp, Cos I'm never looking back now, I've come to far. Hook # There's nothing that I know anymore, That might get me to the top floor, It's not like before, I feel old, Like I wanna go home, tear the flesh from my bones, But my soul made of stone, keep's going...X2 People are too self absorbed by far, Need to wind there fucking neck in, Pull there head out there arse, for a start, I can't believe there fucking audacity, Tell'iz what I can and Cannot de, stop pushing me, It wont take long for you to see that you were wrong, I burn tracks like formula one, when it get it on, son!!! Living in the rythm, vibrating through my D.N.A, Putting in the hustle, hard graft and creative, On moove constantly, cos nothing lasts forever, Feeding the false freedom of excess, Instead of getting a grip on the shit, That You dismiss with a quickness, There's more to the so-called facts , you were qouted, It's a momentary lapse of reason, That proceeded, to creep in, And weaken the beast from the deep, Can you feel it? The beat hits those sweet kicks, In me ears like a remix, letting off that real shit, bitch...

No one knows what tommorow brings, In a world were aids victims be raping little girls, I've learned, not to sweat the small stuff, Like a punch in the gut, it's all just fukt up, Have you had a good look?, See if you can see a bigger meaning, I'm meaning, Between the lines because apperances are decieving, Do you know about the struggle that I deal with on the regular, The past catching up to you, it's never getting better, Do you know about loosing everything you've ever loved, Trying to get above a gutter scrub. I've had enough!! What you know about having four kids?, But can't provide for what they need, it takes the piss, Do you know about wrecking your life on every level, With a raging drug habbit, you cannot but help the devil, Do you know about loosing your daughter? , When She's still just a baby, It's driving me crazy, on a daily, Or lying in a pool of blood, thinking your gonna die, After getting stabbed to fuck, with a sword five times, Kipping on the kerbside, or getting kicked to shit, Black and blue by pricks using bats or chains, bricks, I've lived it, and I've got the scars to proove it, Fucking right I think that I'm the shit, bitch. Bring it! Cos I can see straight through your bullshit, Big P-Dizzle representing to the fullest.. Hook # Get familar, will ya, cos you know dont know me, I know might not be, the very best Mc, But every single syllable I spit's true, I'm real, for real!!!, can you say that too?? X2 The key to my survival is maintain, plain and simple, Got a plan, but need to iron out the wrinkles, It's kinda like knowing that you've got to take a charge, Eventhough you'll get a five stretch rammed up your arse, Grafting twelve hour shifts, seven days a week, The pressure makes you think you'll loose your mind again, I feel weak, Burning all your bridges, Having nowere to turn too, What you know about being real, what you worth noo, I'm self medicating for the pain, I carry the weight!, Fighting the exact same fight, against meself mate, What you know about class A's by the ounce, Having weed by the key, getting pills in the thousands, Having cash coming in, Hand over fist, And blowing every single fucking penny of it, Busy's coming through your door at like 5 in the morning, Flying off it's hinge without warning, Caught in, repeating the cycle of violence, Or getting picked up from school in a hoisty motor, What about being on stage with a legend from the old school, The crowd fucking bouncing, had'em shouting - Back to Skool, Back at is, calling response... , I wrecked shit, With kool herc stood behind'iz ,on the decks, Fucking killing it. Bump ya gum's, run your lips!!! Fucking right, I think that I'm the shit Get familar ............

I'm going round in circles like I'm chasing my tail, Or the floor-work of a b-boy push into a windmill, I've been ill, now I'm on that don't give a fuck vibe, Who the fuck is anyone, to criticise my life?. Walk a mile in my shoes, without getting blisters mister, Best believe, we'll see who the bitch is, I've been through hell, came back with the flames, Sick of all that same'old'same, you kna'wha'am saying, It's a real shame, the distain, that's seeped into the scene, Mugging mean, but don't know what it means to be real, Feel is? I'm all about that repping to the fullest, When I'm putting it down, straight cutting through the bullshit. I've enterd the circle and threw down, I've getting up and tagged me name on the walls in the town, I've rock the crowd, centre stage, all me, It doesn't matter what you de, you'll never see the P. Hook# Never see the P, never be me, Being this damn good,making it look easy, Never will there ever, be another like me, Doesn't matter what you de, you'll never see the p.. X2 Going up the wall like a spider on a web, You havn't got a clue what's going on inside me head, I'm lucky to be alive, I should of been dead, Stabbed up, scarred up,star'd up, but instead, I'm'a take the chance I've been gifted, Create the spark that ignites the mind, and uplifts it, Road man's like conan, flows there like Oh Man!, So mad, I'm'a do me, like I know I can, Hope I can fall on my feet, use my street smarts, Shit I've got enough of the fuckers to get a headstart, Knock is down, watch'iz keep getting back up, Tight with my man's, but man don't need the back-up, Good to hold me own down, watch'iz rip the track up, Since I last cracked up, I've been looking up, Laugh it up, like a give fuck! Like you know me ! Ha. Doesn't matter what you de, you'll never see the P.. Hook##

First thing's first, I raise all the standards, Dropping like the last grain of sand in a hourglass, Still claim T.H.C, still repping RoughnecK, Still one of the usual suspects, and I'm upset. Just let is see if I can deal with my demons,and Though I might be fiending, atleast I've stopped dealing, Tired of keep burying my head in the sand, For too long, how to make it right? , it's already all wrong!. Were do I do belong? Will I ever be good enough?? Nowt but a dissapointment to the people I love, Terrified to try look myself in the eye, incase I cry, Why? I'm asking who the fuck am I???? Can't leave it all behind, no matter how hard I try, F-Y-I , truth hurts regardless, why lie? I put my time in grinding, Got it wrapped like a belt, I believe in myself, but?, does anybody else... What do you see when you look at me?, I'm trying to de what I can de to be free, Before it breaks me, or kills me and it's tried already, I'm still hot-stuff, I'll get if off my chest before I'm all washed up, Making mooves in my own way, I'm gonna far, And qoute Dialect,yeah , cos I'm sick in the head you'kna!, I have to bear my soul, you havn't heard enough? A real dog can always tell a fake bitch, word up!!! Hook# Tried to avoid it, but the trouble keeps coming, Can't do nothing, cos I'm always into something, Keep ducking and diving, it's a wild ride, But I'm not hiding, see you on the other side then.. X2 First things first I'm the realest yet, bless, P- Diggy ,Blag Master Fresh upon the set!! I'm knocking on fourty, and I'm still damn pretty, If you with me, howay, we getting to the nitty gritty, I'm not shocked I've got an affinty with blues, With no clue what to do, mistakes I've made a few, Stay true, and paid me dues to earn rep, Do what I had to do, check myself out of respect, And I kept on keeping on, to weather the storm, Get it on, I'm forelorne, born to be warned, So be warned, nothings a foregone conclusion, All the batterd and bruising, I used it like schooling, I'm so much better, then what I once thought I was, When I was on my arse, nobody gave a toss!!, I had to claw my way alone , to climb out the black hole, And get back home, and act asthough Im back Whole!! Oh, thats so wak-yo , some tactfull rap flow, To put a little personal perspective in the past bro, I'll make I swear, yeah, one way or another, You didn't hear right, what,d'did I stutter motherfucker?, Too many chances taken , failed, I'm not having it!, No more, If I see what I need, then I'm grabbing it, I'll rest when I'm dead,it's time to clear my head, The hounds been released, I'm off the chain, unleashed.. Hook##

They say change is the only constant, If that's the case, No-ones got the answers, to the questions I be asking, It's a mixxed up shit storm, struggling to keep on, They reckon it's the how that matters,were you come from?, Getting to were to you gotta gan, Before the plan backfires with a bang, And your back to square one , damn, Everybody contributes there efforts in there own way, Each progressing at there own pace, everyday, There's so much that can happen in an hour it's scary, And there's peadophile teachers, I'm a parent so I'm weary!!, But try not to worry too much, stress can kill, With no fear, perciveer, cos the battle's uphill, I'll fight tooth and nail,with my blood sweat and tears, Till I get to the other side, and stride on , fearless, Face it, the blayent inequality's contagious, To break out the matrix, took too long- Ages!! Hook# The sun is gonna shine, in my back door, Some day, yeah, yeah - yeah,Yeah-Yeah. The sun IS gonna shine, in my back yard, some day, Yeah- trouble in my heart... X2 I've came full circle, back to were I came from, Slightly struggling to stay strong, when the day is long, And though I've come a long way, What I know, is all I've got is a long wide open road, Ahead, So I cannot stop, and look back over my shoulder, For a glance at the past, been there , done that, Don't let the cash detract, From how you gotta get to were you gotta gan , More than just a flash in the pan, Grasp the upper hand, Hit it like me headline in the two page spread in the paper, Wrapped in bandages. And all that caper! Been bringin the flavour since a wayward teenager, Kept rolling like a skater, a crazed hell raiser, Trail blazing, make way for what comes later, Dangerous in layers, cos these days shit's stranger, Than it was way back when, and we thought it was easy, But it will get worse, before It gets better, believe me !!. Hook##

P - DoG Half of the time, I'm like increasingly irratic, Coming at it with a backflip, and knacking it, So skillmatic, I keep doing my d,doing my thing, Quick to put a fool on blast, with a suspect chin, Out my way, let the roughneck in, And you can shove your suggestions, Cos I'm weilding these words as a weapon, I had the best thing,next to sexxing with a bless ting, Resting at her nest, were we messing in her west wing, All those looking down there nose, can eat a bag of dicks, You don't know shit, so how the fuck you gonna step to is? Divn't get is wrang man, I dig some illy wordplay, But rappers killing hiphop in the worst way, these days, Have I got to show a bit of flow , go's a long way? A touch of versatlity, with actually something to say!, On your toes, but don't know what your running from young one, We dropping bombs, and pull it all together like voltron!!.. Hook- Cassius Clays Mates, True heavy weights, Bang'em with every phrase, It's happening everyday!! X4 90Bro Gan fucking off & never passive I'm active, It's the immaculate macadamian macom in action, I'm slicker, accumulo nimbus, imoovable figures, Recieting Russian literature,envisioning through the mist, This modern day Otis, catch him sitting on bay docks, You probably thinking that's just a name drop, It's the basis, the template, Mould Cassius Clays likeness on it, Pass the mic to your kids, god forbid they might be honest, God forbid they mighta got a son, that was never needed, You were my opposer when I want freedom, Watch for Don-King's, they come every season, Trying to buy my soul back, I barely broken even, Higher reasoning, shattering thought patterns, Till I'm rattleing the cages of establishment like I'm Mohammed, Ali-Boom-bye-Yay, say what you gonna say Take an L, come back as great, See , we are on a wave!!!.. Hook## Quinzelly Too many krew's sound like him & him, Jim & Tim!! There just another carbon copy now, Of what they think's in.There's no instinct, I dead'em quick! When I kill things, Big Quince, P-DoG and Riz, got the ink-skills, Heavy-Weight hitting on the rythmn, This is different, Knocking out suckers, 1st round with the big swing, Ding-Ding, down for the count, when the bell rings, Best thing they've ever did, was head for the exit!. Were cracking manables, With words thats really damaging, Were actually fracturing the canvas that were trying to fill, We drop heavy, got the glove's with the rock's ready, Were RockSteady, asking Who rocks? There's not many, If there's any on the block, know the crew's deadly, Were UNLEASHED on the streets, feel the new envy, So don't tempt me to empty the Zen-Shell, I'll tell you what time it is and shine like I'm big-ben.... Hook# C-c-m , get familiar, We bring that Rum & Raisin sound, To houses of vanilla ears, There's always something different here, Cos were the pioneers...

Listen up!!, take heed cos It's on now, I got Bam back to lace the track, Sound brother, Nice one, Got that North east connection going on, You'd be wrong,if you try to take us on, Were too strong!, bring it on, you know were to find us, The city in the clouds, like Bespin off StarWars, Instead of Tabbanah gas, were mining for fat breaks, Digging in the crates so deep, we need spades mate!, A pick-axe, a shovel and a handfull of dynamite, Spitting straigh t.n.t and C4 at a mic, Twisted linguistics from unbearable thoughts, Trying hard not to rampage, Or I'll end up back in court, Were all caught in the web, and the inttricacies are baffling, Caught on the conveyer belt the wrong way, Left'is scratching my head, in confusion, Sick of loosing, So I'm using what I've learned, To see through your illusions, your not not fooling, No-one! Hook# Recognise - It's the way that it go's, From the Toon to the Pool, putting hustle in the flow, You better, Recognise, it's the way that it is, Flipping lids since I started in this, we the shiznits.. X2 BAMtheBASTARD I fucked my whole life up, but who'd of knew it, I'm usless, spitting that abusive fluid, Super Mutant and your conclusion's stupid, If you feel to describe my lucid music. The pressure of the noose is loosend, I'm only 27 so I'm mooving through it. Life that is, and I never drew a blue print, Moovments placed me in a loop, shit!! Going round in circles, back at square one, I think that it's something that I need to work on. The return of the unmajestic surgeon, The worst person that you've never met in person, My personnal opinion's like your's, but a better version, I'm never learning, read what I've written til my head is hurting! And this beats on some funky shit, So who the fuck invited Bastard to ruin it... Hook ## Realise there's no way to escape the piss take, And its taken all I've got just to make it without breaking, Your spending all your time being inclined to try, and spy, Inside my mind,man, it's like a land mine, The shit done shatterd a long time ago, Stay grinding but I'm crying inside, And I keep going on, that showing and prooving, Hit the groove and get mooving, Got the music to fuel'is, so I use it to cause illusions, So I'm abusing words, burn a verse like napalm, Schooling you verbaly, eternaly causing brain storms, Say I'm wrong, cos If I'm not right, it's alright, Talk shite all you like, just inviting spite in your life, Why? I'm trying to fly beyond grey skies, Recognise you'll get left behind in your lies, So through your disguise, ah - eye, I'm on a come up, the same god we trust, But it's just another skull fuck..... Hook###

It's a sorry state of affairs, and who cares?, It can be like hell fire, the wrath of him upstairs, It's not as if we're unaware, on the welfare, It's a circus, going round in circles like nowhere, Everybody's on the take, can't get a break, Looking for new ways to raise the stakes, elevate, It's all practise for the journey, that weight holding you down, On your back on the right track, to crack, That we've come too far to step back, It's a pain staking task, cos were already trapped , And thats a fact.Then it curtain's. Fade2Black!! Double down! Smash a plan of attack, and never hold back, Appologise for being me,something you'll never see, There's nothing as unique in your immediate vicinity, We illy for realy, the bombdiggy, I know you never see me, but can you get with me?. Hook# Do you know were all stuck - cos were on the come up, Stand up if you've had enough - everybody come on, Cos it can get too much - cos were on the come up, If you wanna rise above - everybody come on.. X2 DIGGIS From rockin free shows to finding my flow, The whole journey has been independant and slow, Dealing with no sound checks to bad sound, yep, Lots of lessons learned , I need fold back on my set, Rocking cypher's and mic's and getting mad feed back, Always thriving to progress, yes I need that, Yes believe that fact, churin' beats, mixtapes, Working to phat tracks, unconstructive criticism, I've felt the impact, a straight up slap! But I kept it movin, nothing to stop my movement, Passion turned lifestyle, I need to keep it grooving, Keep fun in the game, with a positive attitude in, Every step and piece, music IS were I find peace, So far from the scene craftin' by creeks, Excitment never fades, after all these days, This is the come up, and this is what we say.... Hook## Were do you start from when it all fall's apart, And your back at the bottom of the shit pile, it's hard, All the work you put in, doesn't amount to a thing, And any avenue you wanna take, leads to a dead end, But, none of it'd matter if youd seen what I've seen, What you have as nightmares, are what I call sweet dreams, I'm trying to hold on , but my hands are pouring blood, No matter what I do man, it never seems good enough. Always on the come up , but it's like my whole life, The recent running hasn't got a finish line in sight, Pushing class A's from a early age, With tears running down my face, There's no escape, from this cage I've made, Real didn't recognise real til fake spat in it's face, And tried to make a getaway, disgracefull!. Nobody know's my struggle. Nobody feels my pain. So I spit the flame , sim - simma , Take me away ... Hook ###

This is hiphop, it's how we live ,what?, Down from day dot, a little shit, not, Really having any kinda clue what to persure, Till I felt something coming through my stereo, Shit that I can relate too! Rap first enticed my young mind, It was some kind of lifestyle, Inspired'iz to grind, loving dope rymes, The quickness of the Dj's fingers, Gifted, like a b-boy twisting from a turtle to a flare, And then a Air-track and back down, Hype up the crowd now, soak up the sound, Hit the floor, bound to get down. Writer's getting up, create a masterpeice, Can you believe the effect the shit had had on me, I'd finally ,found what I was searching for, I open'd the door, jumped through, And now I'm better than before, Bring the uproar, Reppin every element on any level, There's more to me than what you see, Were all peice's of a bigger puzzle.... Hook# Stick'em up - If you want big it up, If you divn't give a fuck - Show'iz that your sick enough, Stick'em---- Stick'em up - Hard like real tough, Let me see you hands up - Show'em that we had enough, Stick'em----- X2 It's not Rock'n'Roll, this is hiphop, You can't switch it off, it's who I am, Like I slipped off, a cliff top, From hanging by my fingernails, Fell into a freefall tail-spin, In the funk as it instigates, My brain waves to generate, a way to escape, To make way for a break, to throw shapes, As the Dj scratches and scrapes it each way, Creates a display of wizadry, With fingertips, a fader and a beat break, Rocksteady, WildStyle, Kool-Herc, bambaata, Grand Master Flash and ect, now it's larger, Than we ever thought it would of been, It's hard to explain, it's a culture, a living entity, Not a fucking game!.Hiphop's not just rap! Infact just rap's wack, irrelivant, Without the other elements,do you grasp that?, It's how I live my life, rite down to the air I breath, The wind at my back, with the clouds beneath my feet, real!. Hook##

What you got? What you bring to the table?, I've been bobbing my head to the beat since the cradle, Now I'm finally able, to break oot, get loose, I'm off the chain now, not never gonna slow down, oooh!, Breaking down barriers like jump jet harriers, Canny as,,, ask your lass,,, get on the bandwagon!!, I wear my heart on my chest, and keep my head out my hands, I've got big plans, to go from grams to Jamm's, Rabbid in the streets, run riot like a epedemic, Rappid on the beats, Come clean - antiSeptic, eclectic, Hell'a respected, found my pride and I kept it, Wrecked shit, instead of looking for my next hit!. Nowt ever go's as expected, gotta learn to accept it, Internally reflective, connected, A one man gang like, a conciousness collective, I'm thoroughly invested in showing you what best is!!. Hook# Keep pushin on , it's twenty sixteen, Unleashed, gonna tell you what I mean, keep pushin' Cloud City tell'em got a Pedegree Roughneck, P with the real believe, keep pushin''..... X2 I ride a bar, like a yacht over a wave, Rep roughneck till my dying day, Estate commentates, Self medicate, Trying to keep my head straight, Came to generate greatness at a rate to blow your mind away, Like a shot-Gun suicide, it's a mad ride, Just trying to survive the daily grind, Mind'ya. Looking behind'ya, is it the paranoia? Or could it be there really is somebody following?, You dun been warned in advance of the coverup, The goverment, c-c-t-v , bigbrother, All holding us back, the revolution won't be televised, It's shut down before it even started, it's all lies, But man's on road, so man know's from the front line, I swear it's like living in war zone sometimes, Step into it, for the hell of it, Don't sweat it, I'm loving it, Making a mess of the level headed, get it???. Hook##

Lurking in the cut with my hoody up, Baggy jeans sagging and my boots laced up, It's a dark night, Never know what might transpire, I've been through the grinder, Giz a minute - hang fire, I'm keeping one eye, looking back over my shoulder, You don't wanna stoke up them ashes that be smouldering, Straight street soilder, I told you' al road man, There's fuck all glamirous about the way I roll man... - The way that I was dragged up has made'iz a mad cunt, Smoking on a fat blunt, somedays I nearly cracked up, I'm probably lucky to be alive, Blindsided by the wild ride, one long grind, The Mind fuck's a wind up, maybe it's just blind luck, I got this far cos now I'm slipping, cannot get up. Pass the J, fire it up, I've gotta destress, Self medicating, cos my fucking heads a mess.... - From the bottom of the deck, to the top of the stack, From the road to the shows, burn quick like hot fat, Stay funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party, Gotta get the shit off my chest before I go barmy, Rollin like a Harley, pity the fool start me, Known to swap scars with a man that wanna harm me, Gotta moove smartly, never be a victim, On a mission til I'm sitting in prison, but I keep living. - You'd think now I'm a old cunt, I'd be a bit clued up, The truth is it's tough luck, and that's what's up, From the hard-knock's spitting out the darts hot, I'm so far on edge I should be locked in sharps-box, Going for the heart stop, the flat-line I'll battle the darkness, I'll be bitter, Or I'll get better regardless, it's darkest, Before the new dawn, better get my shoe's on, And find a way to moove on, nice one &I'm gone.....

I need to spread my wings, soar like a condor, Once more I'll pick me jaw up of the floor and press forward, Don't mean to be morbid, but we're all time limited, So if your gifted, live in it, before it gives in, And it's all like concrete holding the bricks together, Ying- Yang, big bang, master plan, Really have you never, Thought to take the pressence of mind, Felt something inside?, That you cannot repress , refresh , hide or fight, It might get the time to stride yet, You never show your hand in a bet, a wise man once said, I stil feel trapped, and I'm trying, what the deal is, You witnessing the blitz up in the mix we be the illest, You'll have to kill'iz , to change the man I am, You'll never understand, don't know if I can, But I'm'a try to make a stand man, More than just a flash in pan, I put my heart in it, keep on rockin, Till beggining until I'm finished with it.. Bridge. BamTheBastard Only come to do , what I do, cos it's what I know, Jot a few proper flow's in the theme of a horror show, What I mean with a sixteen's chronological, I start with what I do and everything gets horrable, All the fucks I give are optional, I'm tight like Scrooge wearling a monacle. So no, you won't get nowt, as I shout, When in doubt I'm about like greed in a drought, Spittin mean, slipping dreams as it's pissing down, I rip a sound, dish it out, living in the killing grounds, All the bars I've written down, Fuck'em, I just shot a couple dozen in the oven, now there cooking, Six six degrees till there done in, You'll get served and sliced, the proof is in the pudding, I'm not a wolf in sheeps clothes , that's something, Like a vicious zenomorph , in wolf-skin.... Bridge.. Yo I never thought things would turn out the way they did, It's like I've been bouncing on shit, ever since I was a kid, It took a while to understand that, nowt ever gan's as planned, The best you can, shit still flips like handstands, Turning your whole world around, upside down, Before you even know what happend, And your down and out!. Choices are to be weighed, chance's are there to take, Rules to bend, break, cos mistakes are to made mate, Were all on that learning curve, and it gets steep, On edge, cos I know the ledge, the shit's deep, See the down trodden rot, as the rich are fit to burst, And you won't earn respect, if you dont respect yourself first, A product of a insta-gratification-generation, Got is waking up in nightmares on occasion, With my heart racing, palpatations in a cold sweat, Shake it off, keep rockin on like oh-shit!...

I had a dream I was being chased by gypsy's, Throwing brick's and shit at me, got none of the crew with me, Ducked down, broken bottles flying past my head, I thought I'd end up dead, till I woke up sweating in my bed, I give my head a shake, now I'm awake, Eat breakfast, get a bath and brush my teeth, Before I get dressed,roll a joint, coffee, And then the doorbell rings,thinking who could it be?, Let's see what the day brings, who is it?, It's Micky Pig-lick let'iz in!!, So I opend the door, and it's him, with a big grin, Then he walks in, hoy's a 8th of skunk in my dial, He picked it up on the way to mine, So now it's on, meanwhile, My lass is blowing up my mssages, and tellin'iz, She's on her way, and picked'iz up a sarnie with sasauge's, Bacon & egg? I'm like nice one baby, I've been smoking since I woke up, And now I've got the munchies, Sorted!!. The sun's shining bright in the sky, So I'll get my shit together, and we'll go for a pint, But on the way, I called into work,to get my wages, And straight away I clocked Simon mackin on a waitress, Again, player, I used to be just like him, He copped off, clocked off, and joined'iz for a pint,then, Hours passed like minute's and A pint becomes a few, Before I know I've got to bail, I've got other shit to do!. I go to see my mate, for a quater of green, And end up staying for a bit ,cos it's a while since I seen him, Suddenly I see the Busy's at the front gate, I gave it legs out the back quick, and make a escape, I didn't even have a chance to grab my CloudCity mixtape, Gripped in my fist,the weed, bailing down the back lane, Over the wall and through the cut, till I'm safe, And that's the kind of shit we have to go through everyday. Hook# Everyday- Everyday- And that's the type of shit we have to go through everyday. X2 I was on my way to see the lad's walking through the toon, Just coming past the hippy green some shit was gannin doon, There was copper's all over, it was proper kicking off, The C.I.D were locking up a goth for stealing from a shop, But, eeeh never, they couldn't have got it wrong, Suprise, Mistaken identity all along, So the student's got together, and you know what there like, Congragate a protest on a saturday night!. Ofcourse, the piss heads didn't like it very much, Before long, there's a gang of them, And wouldn't keep their mouths shut, Pushing there luck, just dying for a hiding, The mosher's had enough, inevitably started fighting, The Odd's are like 20-4 , and there in shit, Ten charver's jumped in, then it even's it out a bit, The busy's storm in, and as I turn the corner, It was one of the crayziest things that I ever saw, A posse of charvers, and a army of moshers, In a all out brawl, not stopping for the coppers, So I'm checking out the chaos, and I reckon, If the HOODS rolled in, we'd take them in a second, But the police are filling up the street, And I think I've got a warrant, I don't wanna get the pull, so let's bounce, And we on it!. Quicken up pace, with a step in my flow, Cos on this fine day, were gonna see lines of snow, Sorted, snorted, now back to mine, Making beats and rhymes, ontop of joints and lines, Now it's time to unwind, break out the bottle of Gin, Then mix mine with apple juice,and I'll roll a jig again, Looking back upon another crazy day we got through, Some day I know we won't make it through, but for noo!, Living in a state of perpetual de-ja-vu, And that's the kinda shit, EVERYDAY we have to go through.. Hook##

The real Mcoy , Authentic , Copywrite Yo drop a beat, and I'l rock a mic all night like, Insights dropping from a great height , take flight, You might go blind, Im so far outa sight right, Sideswipe, hindsight , I should of saw it coming , Its good for nothing being always into something so!!. I gotta keep running, never slow down, proud, Stand out, Dont follow the crowd, shout me voice loud. I'm the rascal bang in the middle of the fiasco, Your counterfit, Fake I.D - Donnie Brasco, I'm Rambo in a tank man, pretty much unstoppable, Crush whatever gets in me way and leave rubble, Bring back the boombap, on that skillmatic, Twenty odd years I've been reppin' and still at it, Been an addict, I'm passed it, bounce back like elastic, Now I'm fucking fantastic. Bring the fire like a matchstick.. Hook# Unleashed, I'm off the chain, Bringing the pain, Spitting the flame ,I'm not playing, Still maintain, said it once I'll say it again, Got nowt to loose, Everything to gain, Whats me name? Dog!! X2 P regressed to a kamanchi in a past life, thats nice, Riding on the plains, Horse back , Bow grasped tight, Firing a arrow at the cattle avoid the snake rattle, Smoking a peace pipe no hassle. A bit of that life must have bled into this one, I'm still on a spiritual quest and smoke spliffs son, Walking like a wise guy ,keeping up the pace, Endure my failures with grace, My head space in right place, Poker face, on the case, Rip the realism, As we tip-toe towards totalitarianism, Ending up dead or in prison, Thats just how we be living, Somethings got to give , Stuck inside the shit stained system, Go against the grain, throw a spanner in the works, With incenduary words , I'm a merk a verse - Word! Since the day I ripped it up on stage with Kool Herc, I've been tighter than a mini skirt clingin to a fit bird. Hook ## Spit fire war plane, Spin like it's propellar, The good fella, Repeller, Stay cool under pressure, Dont sweat the small stuff, it's far too dizzying, Trying to get a place to find tranquility in!!, You must be fucking jesting, Im on the grind hustlin' Making my mark, I'm chainsaw sharp - Buzzin, I'm rolling, Strike like a bowling ball, I'm the Shogun Assasin, in the middle of Battle Royale, Like the seventh Samurai, code of honour- live and die, By the sword , Raw - like a hoard of Orc's war-cry, Just cos I don't cry , Don't mean I don't grieve, If I crack, I might not get back, Give me some reprieve, Please!! I'm that bloke in the cloud of tac smoke, My heads above water, like I'm doing the back stroke, Wack flows, I lack those. Dropping the bomb, My performance be enourmous, Top dog number 1- son.. Hook###