[Verse 1 : Ousama]

Wake up smell up the heartbreak

Alive is the march of violent tiebreaks in the mind of apartheid rhythms

Minimise winning for the righteous

RIN and I pinned for a slither into riches

He be on the boards ripping

Yours truly on the floor tripping

Door open cos we tore it

Now pouring in the chlorine

Get your bath salts sniff on it until your core bleeds

Spinning these webs that I embelish

Double the think and kill the set

When you levitate meet your maker and play safe

We on bigger plaines innovate and maintain a grave danger

Been irate find it living in the ditch of my own inner space

Listen in and your can hear it simmer lava bubble magma spiller

Pack of cigs and sip of henny kill the liver

Minute quicker got the trigger finger itch livid disfigure sip smithing still stil born in a milk river

Real porn isnt all that

On tour looking for an encore

Dumb whore smelling like poor flats

Let the set soar kept boar energy

Flex more definitely

Dead pan jokes got your neck on stove

West east best damn show

Never buck but money on my mouth till hoarse

Cordycep when i pull up cos your body controlled

Im a young scotty snot nose drawing up a comic for the oz

Got your monologue written I'm your god

Soul fitted while you living in a fog

Rock liver I don't bother with the bog

Cold killer but I'm swimming on the hob

Drink henny and your missing from the mob

Girl livid cos your ditching her for cop killing while your rent thin

Instead of leng giving

You ain't joe pesci you a pussy with a fob

[Verse 2 : Ousama]

The bucks born off the cuff

Sharp blades to slash shark tanks

Out comes RIN with so many how come wins

No foul play but the potty mouth wanksta is ousted

Simply auswithz I survive in this land of Miley Cyrus rappers & grime artists with 90 lives

You all shoulda died

Fan base corrupt and housing lies

Everything from your mic disguised as real

But full of violent cries

The potions potent here

No smoke and mirrors

Only roasted peppers spitting folk

Mom & Son in a rowing boat

Tolkiens ears perk up and listen to my sober veer

Course is wide open for the lore brigade

Any tours afar or near are simply stolen motifs

You gon need mo teeth if you think your digesting my focus

Going overboard and I don't need a rope

So hocus pocus motherfuckers I'm ghost