| I’m tunnel visioned, running ism, conjuring some wisdom
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| Neighbours pissed, 'cus I be spitting, bumping out the system
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| The pigs called, my girl’s like «no, sorry, just missed him»
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| Little did they know, I was bunnin' spliffs up in the kitchen
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| Never ever slipping, still with the system brilliant
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| Defined with the rhyme defining lines of pilgrims
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| Set to make millions, building for my children
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| That’s yet to be born, yes you’ve been warned
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| I’m psychoactively affecting how your brain storms
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| You gotta break bread with the gods, that’s the law
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| If you wanna be a big rapper on tour — pause!
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| Jaws hit the floor, remember this rapport
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| Yet it’s never ever poor, it’s solid to the core
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| Like a rock up off the floor, put that in your pipe and light it
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| Ye, you know it’s raw
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| Ye, you know it’s raw like the Owls forevermore
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| Forever defiant, skinny frame giant
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| Always lean, going 'round corners, like Robin Reliants
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| She sells sea shells, but I don’t buy 'em
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| But for sure The Owls strike while they’re still mining the iron from the
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| underground
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| From Glastonbury streets to London town, send a jolt from the sky to your heart
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| like a thundercloud
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| Wonder how we make it look so effortless in front of crowds?
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| Couldn’t swallow my pride, then got high and just munched it down
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| Little skater, baggy jeans and flavoured papers for the grade that was probably
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| underweighing
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| Drum and bass raver, chewing degree we majored
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| Few pissed off faces, but bet by now they forgave us
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| But that’s just how it is, answering back since we were little kids
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| And I guess now that’s what my profession is
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| So that’s an 'I told you so' to the doubters
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| A shout to everyone that’s kept faith or has found us
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| I don’t take 'no' for an answer
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| Take no shit
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| I spit quotes, you take notice
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| I refuse to lose, you will not see me fold
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| We are not the same as we were, see, we evolve
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| The stubborn Capricorn swifter than a matador
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| Listen to me, I can lead the blind like a labrador
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| At the door like a courier, let him in
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| I am not leaving, hard head, leather skin
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| Defiant to the last, it’s the piper in the dark
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| Never stopped, since the cyphers in the park
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| Can’t tell me anything after my mind’s made
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| When I say this shit, you say high grade
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| Lie awake all night, man on some other shit
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| I refuse to sleep, I know who his cousin is
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| Stubborn as a mule, since a grubby little fool
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| Godly with the spit, since a spotty little kid
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| That refused to eat salad, looped the beat banging in my headphones
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| Now I roam through the dead zone
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| God damn, is that too much for your head holmes?
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| I repeat, I will not lose
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| (Yo, Let’s go, Let’s go!)
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| The half-pissed, arsonists like to bust
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| People never mind this like the caves on Mars
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| The time is ours, son, backing to go and purposely go find one
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| Under the surface, willing to work, this my mind spun
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| From too many drugs, Leaf getting gripped by too many slugs
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| Throw salt in the wound and tell me it’s love
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| Maybe it was, it’s hard to tell nowadays
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| Change my name to Alpha like the game is what my mouth plays
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| Keeping Jim Mason similar ways on this escapade
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| We was just pressing 'play' to tear it down the stage today
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| It’s hard for them to pave the way, they want it for them self
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| But I love competition, feel it’s better for my health
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| Learn from my opposition, forever moving like repetition
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| Double vision, 48 hour tripping, The Leaf’s missing
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| Beat skipping, still spitting, freestyling, not written
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| Clock your position, like missiles flying through the sky spinning |