I'm from the land of the Shayman, where they shaming the layman

Nat Turner, gat burner, n my master hate Like Owen's not slowing for the master race I'm peeling for the ceiling, need the glass to break And on the last Eve of Eden can you catch the snake?

My tax rebate is late and no help from the state, Can't take her on a date and say I already ate Life flashed before my eyes at a quarter to 8 No daughter create, and no legacy left No son I did have, I ain't ready for death

Sick of all these euphemisms, sick of niggaz bin in prison Real or a mind state, sick of fighting inner visions Sick of all this cynicism like ‘he hasn’t been in prison, how can he speak on it?’ Sick of all this criticism Hurt when dey criticial, call me Mr Pitiful Sick of being a sitting in duck, wish I didn’t give a fuck Sick of living by the book, sick of tryna make a buck, Sick of tryna make a pound, sick of working to the ground Ain’t fly like a G6, sick of being grounded Now they got me chasing circles, guess it keeps me rounded Sick of being lied to, life of a brown kid Aim for the sky too, don’t let em hold you down kid Sick of saying life’s a bitch, dogs getting pounded And it’s over little shit, and still we getting hounded Dogs sniffing through our shit, just tryna make a pound kid When Steven bleeding cos of them, then they never found shit Hook Sick to my bones, each to their own Crabs in a barrel tryna reach for the throne Sick to my bones, each to their own ET fingers tryna reach for the throne Sick to my bones, each to their own Crabs in a barrel tryna reach for the throne Sick to my bones, each to their own ET fingers tryna reach for the throne Verse 2 Sick of all these rappers be, sick of all this apathy When I spit this deep shit other rappers laugh at me Rappers getting played nigger, seeing what the gaffer see Field fulla niggers that I wish I didn’t have to see No Limit what we do as one, but this ain’t be no Master P Runaway slave and I’m looking for the master key Always looking back cos I’m freeing all the masses g Tryna share this money too, ain’t down with all these classes b Bastards take your money too, then they flash their cash at you Police puppets sent to clash, but why these muppets bashing you? Sick of taking off my hoodie, they attacking fashion too Sick of seeing one black, face they gonna ration you Sprinkle you around and you thinking that you equal now Uncle Tom niggers and you holding all my people down Cos I cuss a little bit you saying that I’m evil now Take these fuckers back in time, then we taking regal bows Hook Sick to my bones, each to their own Crabs in a barrel tryna reach for the throne Sick to my bones, each to their own ET fingers tryna reach for the throne Sick to my bones, each to their own Crabs in a barrel tryna reach for the throne Sick to my bones, each to their own ET fingers tryna reach for the throne Verse 3 These lies they are imminent, rise of the immigrant Scared of the other man, am I not a brother man This is for my immigrants kosha or illegal Now the old immigrants put quotas on their people Sick of these people supporting this war buzz Creating immigrants, then they close down the borders Sick of these laws, sick of these court orders Sick of being poor, sick of these closed doors cuz Kick in the door waving the 4,4 Suicidal Thoughts can’t take it no more cos Sick of being nought, sick of these closed quarters Sick of being bought, sick of being sold short cos Say that I wine, but I’m stuck with this water Sick of these swine sending lambs to the slaughter Sick of war lords, sick of these loot hoarders Imagine how they feel if we shoot their daughters Hook Sick to my bones, each to their own Crabs in a barrel tryna reach for the throne Sick to my bones, each to their own ET fingers tryna reach for the throne Sick to my bones, each to their own Crabs in a barrel tryna reach for the throne Sick to my bones, each to their own ET fingers tryna reach for the throne

Verse 1 Coming of age mister, my bar mitzvah I never missed Christmas, Jah never dissed us Like Eminem nigga when he dissed our sisters Da mic is my cross, so my palms got blisters Palms crossed by a gypsy, scared like a tumour Looked back in my history, told me my future Life mystery is risky, they all wanna shoot ya Down volumes of whisky, they all wanna mute ya Turn it up turn it up, let me begin Burn up da rule book if you wanna win Tramps wish under street lamps drinking they gin Fish kicked outa school, sinking dey can’t swim Tryna beat sins so I’m singing these hymns These bleak things got me swinging for him Ain’t got the keys for a beamer, so I’m singing for dinner Supper, outa lucka sucker, strength bringing my inner Hook Coming of age, toy cops to real ones Coming of age, voice drops and real bombs Four legs, two legs, three legs, gone Gotta live your life when it’s on it’s on Coming of age, toy cops to real ones Coming of age, voice drops and real bombs Four legs, two legs, three legs, gone Gotta live your life when it’s on it’s on Verse 2 I’m coming of age, like when my blue balls dropped Criminal in blue too, so we don’t call cops Dying wish of a chief in da midst of small pox Keep on moving forward, n pulling all stops To stand still is backwards, just follow the bison Dis land for everyone, can’t be signing the rights on Baying for blood like Tyson when you tell me the fights on Staying left like Kinnock, but I’m leaving the lights on Goons fighting, moonlighting n I’m fearing the night’s gone Racoon sighting got me frightened, da biting is quite strong Knights looking for da coons n dey getting their whites on He thinks black is evil, he tryna just right wrongs A lost WASP thinks he swarmed by the Blacks and the Spics Black n yellas would be better if they under a whip Was a city dweller fella, now he live in the sticks Clip flipped no parole, soul living with it Hook Coming of age, toy cops to real ones Coming of age, voice drops and real bombs Four legs, two legs, three legs, gone Gotta live your life when it’s on it’s on Coming of age, toy cops to real ones Coming of age, voice drops and real bombs Four legs, two legs, three legs, gone Gotta live your life when it’s on it’s on Verse 3 Goons in cocoons, like caterpillars I’m a butterfly guy, never backed the killers Mercenary soldiers, silver back gorillas Gold hold your soul frozen in the chillers With the Millers, bevies light moving onto Guinness It a heavy fight night, drinking never finish Missing every light right, heading to the red ones Drink, drive, hookers, only fuck with dead ones He a necrophiliac and a serial murderer Victim 7 like Seven n you ain’t heard of her You heard of him though Killer Joe yo it gives him a buzz Now he on 11 cuz, so he aim for a duz Doesn’t believe in heaven, so he living his hell Get friendly with his victims so he calling her Shell She didn’t see the sickness, she just needed a fix up Shot victim number 12 when he having his dick sucked Hook Coming of age, toy cops to real ones Coming of age, voice drops and real bombs Four legs, two legs, three legs, gone Gotta live your life when it’s on it’s on Coming of age, toy cops to real ones Coming of age, voice drops and real bombs Four legs, two legs, three legs, gone Gotta live your life when it’s on it’s on

Verse 2 My back against the wall, I thought I worked it all out Crawling on the floor, but my pennies’ll be sprawled out Red like Russia and I’m dealing with the fallout Berlin, Shawshank, taking your wall out Pray for Redemption just like Tookie Ain’t made in America, I’m not Whoopie Ghosting vetrans cos I’m that rookie Better cash your pensions and save that nookie Buck, buck, buck, well you just got lucky Come back to haunt you cos I’m that duppy Hip-hop monster, you that cookie I’m Mike Vick brother, mother fuck dat puppy Not the dog in the fight, it’s the fight in the dog So I’m fighting all the people who be sniping our jobs System doesn’t work if you take out the cogs Granddaddy fought Hitler, British called him a WOG Hook When your back against the wall, get up stand up When you taking the fall, get up stand up When they raking it all, get up stand up Cos they making us stall, stall, stall When your back against the wall get up stand up When you taking the fall, get up stand up When they raking it all, get up stand up Get up stand up, get stand up Verse 3 My back against the wall, but I’m coming out blazing Exorcist at 4th base, running out Satan Pig brutality they gunning out hating Made convicts Muslim, they shunning dat bacon ‘Fuck the police’ put their faith in the east I hardly seen Jesus and my case in a week Give Guardian readers a lickle taste of the streets These faulty leaders so I save my receipts Would pawn em all in, but their stock be falling Make me PM, but the block be calling If it wasn’t for the hood then I’d stop recording Old school Tyson, can’t stop the mauling I love this bawling I born to fight Just do it, flick ticks, like I shawn your Nikes Oils low like bitch tits, check warning lights But no war, no sell out, won’t pawn my mic

Verse 1 I’m cornered on the corner, like right angles in squares Tight tangle what I’m selling it killed one of my brehs Promised to his baby mama, yo I told her I’d leave it Still dealing with his killer, I can’t handle the secret Wifey she turns a blind eye, but I know that she sees Playing happy families, everybody say cheese Awkward silences, squeeze sinuses, degrees in the minuses Life’s cold, I guess it’s cool cos I dropped out of school Now I’m making teacher money with no snotty nosed kids But got a shotty by the window this is no way to live Pills low under pillows struggling to get by Was gonna hustle in the club, but my well’s running dry Well I guess the corner’s calling with the snitches and sirens Used to cook a different food, but now this kitchen ain’t hiring It’s firing and firing like a cannon, I’m like Dylan I’d ban em On da corner need a miracle need bread to go salmon Hook Making money keep my head above water, Got a baby on the way forgive me Lord gotta feed my daughter Making money keep my head above water, Got a baby on the way, forgive me Lord headin to the corner To the corner, forgive me Lord headin to the corner, to the corner

Verse 1 Writing rap songs for Saxons, bros say I’m too deep Zim Zimma nigga pass me the keys to my Jeep Paying penalties how, just tryna stay on my feet Yuppies loving me now, ain’t spent a day in the street Puppies peddling chow, wow, one eye on the sow Like a Cyclops, spy cops, then niggaz’ll row Beef over burglars, murders, ain’t no burgers and cows Tryna get the herds further than the curb will allow Sub categories urban, so the buyers suburban Real story steel factory shut eye on the curtain So I rap for the workers who carry the burden Cos when they take over Rovers how you carry on working? Not hating on Germans, yo this problem is global Shops cropped too even Sainsbury’s is Local They chat a lot of shit, but politicians ain’t vocal Fuck a vicious circle, smack it straight out da Oval Verse 2 Roll with hustlers and addicts pouring beer on the pavement Thinking where the days went, I ain’t making no statement Bait state of the nation, see the hate and it’s blatant Fornicating with this paper like I’m dating with Satan Always tried to be original like taking a patent People dying solitaire so we losing our patients Put a few hollers there be improving your ratings, holla, holla Yeah for the dollar you chasing Tramps in the street sleep adjacent to Jason Are the noughts really noughts? Da problems we facing Spoon fed politicians and the silver they tasting Wanna free all the prisons for the lives that they wasting Locked him up, cops rich off a key Been a dog, four pups, and he only 23 Life’s a bitch for his kids, cos he never got to see dad Ain’t no rehab, now his son’s in a Jihad Verse 3 Not Afro-Caribbean, I’m an African What you laughing on, what you laughing at? A wolf still a wolf if you take it out it’s habitat Red, Black and Green, stack p’s where’s cabbage at? Disputing borders? Yes sir like Arafat Shooting orders? No sir not having that Child soldiers led by older cats Devil mould ya, get you to hold a gat Omar Epps Gone In Too Deep Slept on my style, I work when you sleep You want club music, you want club beats? ‘It was all a dream’ should be seen like Keats The poetry showing that I’m here for a reason Logic projects, got me dodging the demons Lost at sea cos ain’t raising our semen Blood of a slave, but you praising a free man

I spit till I'm hoarse, I ain't stuck in no saddle I'm blazing, amazing and causing a rabble

Verse 3 This trouble n strife, give me a double with ice On da rocks don’t push me ain’t loving this life Been writing 16’s since 16 I’m kinda square kid Almost 16 years later, I’m still not there kid This 16 int sweet when you put your soul in it Gun on my widow’s peak do I put a hole in it? No widow speak at my funeral, it’s cold innit Alone in this world like I just came in it Lonely sperm on a Kleenex, I never knew an egg Seem vexed at the world cos I’m alone in my bed Nah I love da world, just da people in charge Living it large, while da people done starve Eating snails and quails sailing on a yacht Put the Tsars behind bars, give em jail slop Ain’t feeding bottom feeders when they leading from da top down Clowns I don’t axe I just chop down Hook Put your fists in the air get their power, Ain’t no terrorist shit fuck da twin towers Tick, tick, tick this is our hour, our minute, our second, this world is ours

Find my heart beneath these bars like I'm hitting the gym Not juicing she ain't cheating so I'm sipping this gin So I'm losing and it's hard cos they tipped me to win

Verse 1 Yo this ain’t for Kim, it’s my hymn for my black queens Sorry that these brothers will treat you obscene Sorry that they just conceive, sorry made you duck and weave ‘If I had this white hair, maybe he wouldn’t up and leave’ I’m in a glass house, so I shouldn’t throw stones Cos when they got they ass out, I’m Snoop Doggin for a bone Macaulay Culkin sulkin, so you sitting Home Alone Single mother on a couch, should be sitting on a throne Ouch, life hurts when it’s dealing you a bad hand In the salon saying, “I don’t need a man’ And it’s true, but the truth is, you would probably like one But even Black Jesus will be walking with a white one Not wrong love is love when it’s all said and done But when we take em to the ball they ain’t looking like our mum It’s more than coincidental, think the problem’s kinda mental Sisters you the chosen ones so I’m building you a temple Verse 2 For my women slimmin, don’t take it too far Nothing wrong with gyming love who you really are Don’t want a size zero, don’t want a size two Bin known to be shallow, but what’s inside you Cos if your brain is fallow, you can carry on walking Cos after the sex all that’s left is the talking For my young girls don’t be afraid to be smart Cos da doctors paid more and be saving the tarts From da broken hearts as tart left for a younger version Tables turned smart virgin’s a surgeon Don’t need make up to make up for what you lack Love you how you are sis, so be proud to black I’m sorry for the words we called, blame rap And I’m sorry for the hurt we caused you, can’t blame rap But this ain’t sorry for them, this is sorry for me Black woman you a queen, get the world to see Verse 3 This ain’t the 80s, this ain’t the 90s We past the noughties, still go for team lighty I ain’t self hating, I know that I’m light too Don’t think you’re not beautiful if you are black as night boo My mixed race chicks, be proud of your blackness Celebrate all your heritage, all da different factors Forget divide and rule, but don’t just side when it’s cool School can be cruel, cos they treat you like a mule That’s where mulattos from, I take you both to the prom A light chick, a dark chick, we celebrate as one Cos da brothers with da cream get you reaching for the cream quick If their partner is black, dey batting for da other team dick Kinda make me sick, how they gonna treat you Physically or mentally never let him beat you For my black women winnin, never let the world defeat you This your coronation sister, get your crown I’ma seat you

Now everything I said fucking meant it at the time Doesn't mean I never spoke a word out of line