Yeh, everyday man

Yeh, no guilt

[Verse 1]

I ain’t felt no guilt in a while

All them guys in the guild they beguiled

Eye for an eye they ain’t a patch on my style

This rap thing’s shit, I’m just the top of the pile

Who then are you men?

I’m coming with the piece, not true zen

Pop and decease and desist, any who peepin at this

When I flip it, man, spin move, don’t matter if they creepin they miss

All of them in the circle just huddle, my vision see further than hubble

These balloon raps pop off, sorry to burst your bubble

Little rappers get burnt with their wack talks

Ain’t got no spark, I put you in the match-box

Or beat you like a boxing match, trick

Don’t try and jux the style you can’t even steal socks that match, and shit

Flecks of spit fly as the rhymes brush over your head

Without a single drop of bleach, I give your whole crew frosted tips

The bars throw shade like sun-up in a jailhouse

Why am I there when I’m young enough to be jailbait

Sparks don’t fly, no Tinder match, rhymers out of date

Stock standard rappers got a stale mouth

[Hook]

Three blind mice; see how they run

Every which way to the witch’s house the smell entice

Uh, one by one she cook thrice

Anyone can lose their vision for the right price

You ever wonder, what Mother Hubbard’s canine picked

If she ain’t have a bone in her cupboard?

You think she had that Pedigree covered?

Nah, that dog became a hunter, muzzle got blood coloured

[Verse 2]

I’m sure when I’m old and withered these will be my best years

Seers to the coffin, I differ from these drifters

Can’t push ‘em off the cliff; already hit rock bottom

I dither from their path, organic raps when I off ‘em

Grass can’t grow on the beaten track -

Why your girl’s pussy hairless;

I know those that’d kill their cousins just to get their sneakers back

Success sucks, excess; I don’t need the key to that

Dogs barking gotta grab em by the ruff

Give a fuck if ya man is buff, ring the fucking lighthouse

I always call the bluff, when I call I talk gruff

Feed these rap listeners, just like piggies at the trough

Bitches tremble at the clef, gotta keep your chin-up

See I’m about respect, they gettin pimped in the queue

Joining the talent pool with the rest

Wearing they ex Huf 5 panel while they waiting for the Heff

But the booty got stars, her ass tricks got Asterix attached like a Gaul

Pray before battle raps - the beef blessed I spit Halal

Yeh, BLESS-UP, ya’ll just Vikings I’m the Jarl

Good golly, Miss Molly you done fucked all my friends up

More than fucking Golliwogs fuck with your daughter’s heads

Just hood folly bitch prolly do nothing before thy end up

Caught and stuck in dolly shots, fuck bitch for nothing’s left

Truth be told your fiery raps

Should not sound like they came from a variety pack

[Hook]

Three blind mice; see how they run

Every which way to the witch’s house the smell entice

Uh, one by one she cook thrice

Anyone can lose their vision for the right price

You ever wonder, what Mother Hubbard’s canine picked

If she ain’t have a bone in her cupboard?

You think she had that Pedigree covered?

Nah, that dog became a hunter, muzzle got blood coloured

[Verse 3]

Coming for your neck that dog ruff

Innocence can be rugged, lack of bliss can be sweet

A strong entrance without a form of exit that’s defeat

I ain’t defeat too much winning just leaves me deplete

But these obstacles won’t have me obsolete

I do that myself when I’m giving all these props to peeps

Peep what your brother spoke

Seen what I loved once the other day but it don’t recognise me in the other coat

And I say that cuz since you left I added another layer

Only problem is I don’t feel like an artist, I’m just a painter

Doing odd jobs, always thought this rap was strange

Probably would’ve gotten that callback though, if I wasn’t out of range

I need a change, like poor fashion choice

I just get flashbacks of raps from Royce, loving my rhymes

But feeling I gotta lash my voice, the strap and rope I hang from

Lacks a hoist, so I fall forever

Blind in a bottomless pit feel like vermin seeking out the blender

Mash me up

[Verse 4]

Fitted out, until I remembered the cost of wearing to conceal the monster there-in, lies

Feel like I lost my bearing and rap became my foster parent

But put me up for adoption soon as they met him, he

Got tired out of caring they gave him the boot but still spared him

Carry a shank, cuz I gotta carve my own lane out there

Every man for himself, I’d rather take the cane and prepare

For beatings, my wealth is in the pain I bear, it’s laid out bare

On the track, don’t fade out there, don’t fade out there, don’t fade out there

We fade, the barber is prickly gotta watch how close he shave so near

Prickly got barbs watch the blade at the hair

Still caught in the trough feel wavy

Don’t look up to stars I look up to scars like I’m Seal’s baby

Means I respect the fight not the victory drinks in a chateau

Respect the climb not the plateau

What matters yo?? R.E.F in the Shadow