[Intro: Archy Marshall & Jadasea]

Edgar

It's the Jadasea (Blam blam)

The ambassadors (Blam blam)

Thank goodness

Yo

[Verse 1: Jadasea]

This [?], to be or to stone

Accept what you owe, only rap what you know

Blow left with the slow rap, listen to soul

Looking left over low, looking so

You rest where you sow

'Cause [?] that shit that you know

'Cause [?] that shit that you know

Oh, oh

[Verse 2: Jadasea & Archy Marshall]

In a spot put the throttle on

Pop the top of a bottle on some marathon

Lot stop lone barrel clocking onto me

The [?], there's two sides, a lie

Packing up [?]

Or taking up arms and grabbing a riffle

[?] trifle

I need to cool out

Fucking going all out

So I say in the wind I can fall out

I fall in, before I fall out

Slick like Rick to the rule out

No I be fooling with the school foolery

And usually you wouldn't gеt through to me

Before thе jewellery and crime

But who's the beauty in the eulogy in time

You have a mind to buy my songs

'Til they make a wrong, run this over, getting metal

[?] can stay still feeling high from the decker once I reconcile

As Ralph wreck in style, so how you reckon now?

So how you reckon now? (Blow)

So how you reckon now? (Blow, blow)

(How you reckon now?)

[Verse 3: Jadasea & Archy Marshall]

But

But your mind folds

This blackjack with the plan with the blindfold

I can see, to read in-front of me, that's all I need

To flee free from the sticky scenes, it's like

Fight or run, clench fists, hold your mouth, bite your tongue

Write weaponry words that art funds

Step up the curb you shunned son

You lost the function, erupt the ruction

My promotion destruction ended up another potion

Important, this smoke screen moulding

Cryogenically frozen like Solo or Mr. Freeze

Bring me back, I unravel the mysteries

I got the list of keys that got blitzed, 2003

Little boy, easy for the breeze

Just a little boy, easy for the breeze (Alright)

Easy for this breeze (Little boy)

[Verse 4: Jadasea & Archy Marshall]

Uh, fucked up

From the toes to the head, swimming

Get a blow to the head, bringing

Like Mr. Rago said

Get the fuck back to bed (Blow, blow)

Watch the wind in these willows

As your head turns to pillows

Behold [?] below, that bellows out smoke

Caught the filament you feed him to choke

Still I will put a spike in the still

[?] I ride with my license to kill

Slide stifle the silence with still

Knives stifle the violence to chill

On top of this metropolis, year 2, apocalypse, nil