[Intro]
We've only just begun
We start out walking and learn to run
[Verse 1]
Was it sleep deprivation or deep meditation
That made me miss my last train from Paddington station?
Salvation the key to incredible journeys
Up bright and early, I head first into the calm breeze
It's just me and my true geez
He play percussion and I scribble on oak trees
Pretty please, you can sing my syllables credible
My cordon bleu sonnets, you just wishing they edible
Indelible ink causing a hell of a stink
Indiscreet about our trip, see we don't care what you think
Or maybe we do care, don't show concern
So many paths, it's like which way to turn
Look down at my shoes, I find clues
Ask myself "Do I break the news to conforming fools?"
So we swarm enough schools to outflank the rules
Of what your DJ's playing on his ones and twos
[Chorus]
We've only just begun
We'll start out walking and learn to run
We've only just begun
A kiss for luck and we're on our way
[Verse 2]
Maybe jacking all those samples was stupid cupid
We're never getting clearance or distributed
The big guns fought back, Example got muted
A warrant for my tongue, plus they're suited and booted
They've looted the premises, stolen my genesis
My mouth caused a fuss like I'm some kinda nemesis
Enemies came, so I packed my rucksack
Lyrics on a microfilm up my buttcrack
It's not at all what it was cracked up to be
It weren't up to me, it was down to the system
Blink and you'll missed 'em, consumers kissed 'em
And if you're like me, have a drink and dissed 'em
They kicked in the front door, signed litigation
But I'm on a platform in Paddington station
I won't try and scram from the sirens
I'll just sit here alone doing battle with my eyelids
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
We are a Clockwork Orange style couple of doogs
With our tools the rules bend, some troublesome dudes
Like Uncle Scrooge do, "bah humbug" the youths
They couldn't travel routes in our musical boots
So we grouped to function at some unknown junction
Mischievous 'til we felt the back of a truncheon
Breadcrumbs for luncheon, something to munch on
Bruised and confused, we're like "Which road to choose?"
Now they're closing the deficit, I never sit at ease
I'm an easy target, I'm all lethargic
It was wrong to start with something unconventional
Though it was all intentional
It's hardly treason to pen something verbal
That's out of season without reason
I was just catching jokes, but I'm now on the run
Like so many roads to choose... but which one?