We drown ten pints of bitter
And some say that ain't productive
But that depends upon the demon that you're stuck with
I sit here contented with this cheese on toast
I feel the pain of a third world famine
We count them blessings and keep jamming
Scumbag scum of the earth
Until he gained the skill of tongues
From 15 years young straight to my grey back self
I stay top shelf material
Generate G's and then we stash them in the Swiss
A fistful of hip hop donzai
Esoteric quotes most frightening
Duppy took hold of my hand while I was writing
I summon up the power of banana clan
Swigging that deep root juice
Set them spirit them loose
Go 'head go slash up the noose
With conclusive proof of both the truth
'Cause whether we hitch hike or push bike
Ain't nothing else I know
With this I-ragged born flow
Squeeze the pain from my belly and set my soul free
Travel over ocean land and sea
Faced enough stress and difficulty
Flung back from the brink
We don't give a frig about what them fools think
Our net work will speak for itself
Come sun come rain come hailstone pelt
When time the pressure start lick
By the hook or by the crook
By the poop or by the kick
And most proud to present that cruffatin mode
And it shows that they bro's done
We in collision with the beast
Lost we religion and we can't get no peace
Idiot weakheart want to take I for chief
Stoop to their level and we plotting cold grief
Discipline maketh the geez
Separation of the DAT from the rat that's a must
Proceed set speed with the cruffatin touch
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