People try to understand

This mad man, who roams the land

So slowly like a tram

But I'll be damned if I get derailed

So many fools tried to go large and just failed

Beached like a whale, fools better get off my trail

Mental explosion, the dope will prevail

While the weak just bail

I look pale cause I spend most of my days

Inside, writing in a daze

I'm told instead I should be catching sun rays

And the beat just plays, with the words I say

Refreshing like the sea spray, she say he say

Getting me frustrated in the most uncomfortable way

Being high in the hay, won't take you permanently away

So sway this way or that way, put that cricket bat away

It's more than okay to express who you are

With magical moments like Jafar

Well were back again, a reminder of no end

With messages to send

In order to extend, through the twists and bends

More than just a trend, hip hop's my friend

So when ya using the pen

Write only what comes from within

Foolish MC's spin lies and grin

With the pin point precision

These words I spit is just how I'm living

What I'm giving is what I've got

Ya tellin stories without a plot, what a crock

Malabar was the original block

Electric shock, from this pure hip hop

Have ya shittin in ya jocks as the clock never stops

Ya gonna need a mop for those spillages

You abandoned the real

Like the Kosovans fleeing the villages

However they had real reasons

Still it's just us speaking from our own experiences

Mental explosions got me seeing mirages

Not the hardest, feeling delirious

Mysterious lyrical corrosion's

Boasting and braggin, labellin and taggin

Is only draggin the weight of the world on ya shoulders, getting older

Wiser, the summers hotter and the winters colder

Yet still I hold the mic with positive hopes

And over the beat I float, so analyse the words that I wrote

From the mental explosion I almost feel pleasure

Relaxation is this mans treasure, no vendettas

A man ready for a variety of endeavours

I elope in the hope of peace forever

But those chances are washed away by the rainy weather

I keep getting better, the letter being M

Rhymin more than now and then

When people play pretend

I find it hard to comprehend their excuses

Lying to me is useless, I'll see through it, stupid gooses

Dimwits, with a lifestyle that's ruthless

Bullshit reduces the rhymes quality

In all honesty I'm not about bodily harm

See the way I charm the mic like

An indian and his snake, out the basket

Dudes grab the mic and just don't know how to pass it

My flows well crafted, got this shit mastered

Fuck the quick to judge bastards

I get plastered

And still keep my rhymes fat like Andrea Farcus

Regardless of the critics, I'm a still gonna kick it

Flip it, hit it

No bullshit with it, fit it ,in the way I like

And as time proceeds I continue to write words of my life