(JND)
* hah!!/coughs * If you listen I'll start
The simple missioner's heart spittin over rhythms
Guess it's sickening hah
I'm getting beats you only dream of ripping in half
So zip it and spark

Your philly while you sit at the bar
Eye your missus as she's sipping, thinking should i pilfer 'er arse?
You glimpse and I laugh take the last swig from my glass
Step to the mic and spit a verse riddled with barbs

J and KoSYNE hold the weight of gold mines
You fuckin wannit blad, only when i hold mics
Look my words are worthy as a weapon
But I'll murder any turnip tryna murk me in a second

*haha* Spit so much phlegm on the track
My phlegm tracts suffer from every session of rap
Enter the sector strapped with more semtex than ten men
From extremist sects in Iraq settin death threads and that

I was scared to bust once
Now I'm blowing up; like pussycat dolls with a foot pump
I try my best man just to spit it livid/vivid
And leave you shook like my dick when i've finished pissing

It's just an ego trip so shut your mouth
Kick back and listen to me spit it sick now
Sit down or stand up raise your lighters and
Watch me blaze the mic so hot someone calls the fireman

or

It's just an ego trip; so shut your mouth
Kick back and listen to the Freyed Knot sound
Sit down or stand up, raise your lighters high
And watch us rock so hot you've got to call a fireman

Yeah it's a mellow beat, but that'd never stop me
From getting vicious as I kick it steppin properly
I'm sick of channel U and the twats they bring
Coz 95% of what they play is just embarrassing

Infact its damaging the UK's credibility
And these twats are simply wasting blatant good facilities
But who am I to judge; a random on the micraphone
I'm not the one standing to a crowd getting lighter's shown

Ahh fuck it know I'm sick in the flesh
My words stick in your head like hollow tips at the fiftieth step
So turn and blast it, I'll be standing my ground
And laughing as your clasping off the last of your rounds

Absorbing every bullet and spittin em back
Like Peter Greene's character when he's wearing the mask
So fuck rolling deep
I roam the streets alone with no heat to hold and start provoking beef

You say you roll with a crew that's tooled up
I think its time to clue you up with the truth so dude look
You ain't no true thug or a key mover
Plus the only thing you've ever aimed was a tv doofer

It's just an ego trip so shut your mouth
Kick back and listen to me spit it sick now
Sit down or stand up raise your lighters and
Watch me blaze the mic so hot someone calls the fireman

or

It's just an ego trip; so shut your mouth
Kick back and listen to the Freyed Knot sound
Sit down or stand up, raise your lighters high
And watch us rock so hot you've got to call a fireman