Verse 1

My philosophy is
fuck shit up
short distance with velocity
Like One inch punch
The only answer to Atrocity
Is Trust in us
And ill be Bothering authority
till they become defunct
I slumped some
And dump like Dums dums
sunk and cupped rums I clutched
With numb thumbs
I Punched and Bumped mugs
jumped and run slums
With thugs and young guns
For funds in Lump sums
Done - City to the sticks
Just Like Brighton rock
Sculpting out a sound
Like I Chiseled down the writers block
Its Light work
Like I'm signing on
My brand'll leave impressions
If I press it while the Iron hot
the Science of
Experience where letters form
Metaphysics in these
Multi-layered Metaphors
Mentally i'm venomous
I Disrespect the law
Cos, if I aint getting mine
Then I'm getting yours

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an untold adventure
That unfolds and gets ya
That Gut feeling
That'll come scold ya centre,
I cut throats to end a
Mugs show then enter
An untold adventure

Verse 2

My philosophy is
Fuck shit up
And My skills are standing Solidly
You must adjust
The only answer to this bollocks be
To cluster up
Because you mugs aint got a thing
on the Illustrious uh
Significantly iller with a signature sound its,
Gizzy I go realer, like gorillas and pound fists.
The Villain in town with
the villagers round him
You'd have to visit hell
Just to see who I'm Down with
You loud pricks
display of ignorance is astounding,
Dumbfound em leave em all fi dead
Like Nostalgics
modern day version of
Lit torch and Pitchfork
The Lights go out and puts a cease
On ya shit talk
The lights come back that's the ignorance ignored
Or dealt with in a shitty manner I aint wish for.
In a shitty manner I aint wish for
Its Inner city manors to the sticks
WAR / RAW

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