I drop so many jewels, I can never wear a chain

They ask me, where is the black face now?

It's in between the officer's boot and the cold, hard...

Ground zero wasn't new

It's happening all the time, its just never on the news

So I'm reporting from the slums to tell you about the sums that the rich are redirecting, leaving nothing but their crumbs

I'm from a place where I've never been

Where the devil grins every time the clever sin

And it's menacing

We bring arms to brethren

Escaping from the world so we beg em to let us in

I've lost my train of thought but I never bought a ticket

I'm walking with a sword but never thought of where to stick it

And now I think I got a target

I hate the free market

And I romanticise everything

In Camden - poor, young and still an artist

Withnail and I

Literary visionary. Legendary wordsmith

People wanna hear me drop my sounds. Police wanna lock me in a concrete hole. Catch me in a venue in your town so I can still stay on the road

People wanna hear me drop my sounds. Police wanna lock me in a concrete hole. Catch me in a venue in your town so I can still stay on the road

I drop so many jewels, I can never wear a chain

Take all of my words and insert them in your brain

My boys are on tag like an inner city train

I've been challenged to preserve the bank balance of the game

Wack attitudes remain but I'm not sweating it

I'm not concerned about my work being credited

But if they're sleeping on me, they're on sedatives

Get off your high horse, it's not pegasus

And where we live is inadequate

Sin covered in ballys, if you ain't been, go have a look

If you think I'm chatting crap get your lappy took

They ride around the city for customers like a cabby would. Yeah, yeah. Impoverished

Pigs shut me down like I was a So Solid gig

Ask around from the town to the metropolis

I reign over the lames like an Eritrean obelisk