I just wanna live

It's been quiet for too long now, something's gotta give

Reminiscing chonging spliffs

Cutting out the opposites and weighing up the positives

As the greedy fiddle with the politics

And the ignorant fear what could a god inflict

Penny for your thoughts, but the loyalty costs a quid

There's no champions when battling's a dodgy fix

Alcoholic author the drunk novelist

Set the time and place then let the bottle drift

Them emcees only cook if the rock is big

Their 'ass treks' coz they 'carry it on foot' like obelix

The matrix must've thought that I was a glitch

Coz I'm 'dope enough' to еven have em holla biz

My 'pеns murderous' so I stay jotting scripts

That 'body characters at random' like horror flicks

Fathered the style then I washed my dick

Bastard that child then I got the snip

Giving mothers milk out to a foster kid

And I always stick my sons drawings on the fridge

I just wanna smoke spliffs and snog my chick

Coz we out here having fun plus I've got a knob to lick

And she's just looking for a frog to kiss

But hopefully it doesn't matter that I'm not a prince

Unclip the bra and get off her tits

Icing on the cake and my cock is the nozzle tip

Lifes summint then you die, what a bitch

Fuck a deficit I'm coming from behind when I doggy it

Them pussyhole emcees work in offices

Acting like they balling when they pocket pick

It must be fucked at work when ya boss is cringe..

And every other 'character is fake' like the office is

'Hardcore' like a monolith

Coz I 'war criminals' like Slobodan Milocovic

I'm 'the creator' like Dr Bozkonovich

'It's a wrap when I speed by' like a bomb of wiz

My 'materials brighter than' a Holland kit

And I 'spur on my team' like a Tottenham yid

'Play through the pain' like bobby smith

And 'creatively work for nothing' like a shot assist

Pen a rhyme then I 'slide like' Djokovic

As my crew 'kick on forward' like Ostriches

'Nerd with a bird with got tits' like Walowitz

I'm'a 'work my magic' in the bits with this box of tricks

I'm 'hung like' a gloucester witch

'Defeat your local vandals' like the Gothics did

You can 'get battered and boxed' like McDonalds fish

Coz my man 'roll deeper' than colossal Squid's

Snap your pen with that Lobster grip

As you try and find a rhyme that can go for as long as this

I can't listen to an emcee they're proper shit

Especially when their lyrics are a crock like a pot of grits

Greeze is not something they can bother with

But pigs can get wrapped up and smoked like sausages

X'em out if we cross a snitch

When they, catch em sleeping like a baby when that rob a crib

Get passed the baton, what i drop is sick

Coz I only touch the mic if the spot is lit

So I had to come through and pop a cyst

When someone made an offer I cannot resist

Still grateful for this pot of piss

Check the pay pal every day I'm a dollar rich, ayy

But I just wanna get baked like chocolate chips

And get that dough in like a granny with a shopping list