(Mystro)

Yeah yeah split prohphets

MysDiggi

(Verse One: Mystro)

It goes

Here ye here ye

No need to fear me

Just open your ears

And let me know when you hear me

Through the smoke and the mirrors

Still most see it clear

He always did it like there's no need for nearlys

The phantom menace getting love like he was bad at tennis

Keep your cabbage shredded take your bud and leave a bag of lettuce

Step in the dragons den with the head of a dab apprentice

Yeah that's the message I'm betting yes this in cash or credit

Nah for real who's got a piss pot to lend me

I wouldn't even ask if my fridge wasen't empty

Run up in south park to rob them kids for their pennies

Shouting show me your face holding a slingshot to kenney

Animal with the door keys dangling from his claws

Trespassing in to the yard of those babbling things that bore me

Sat on the kitchen floor screaming I'm trying to fucking eat

I'm like a sexualy deprived cannibal in an orgy

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Now what's next on the menu

(Verse Two: Upfront MC)

Yo

We drop knowledge like a bungee jumping college professor

Demolish the wreck up any set more than a hobby don't test us

We're just staring your going nowhere like a ?

Raping a beat fuck asking since ?

Seen the sun setting on the scene for a bit

But it's back now though pop music ?

? telling you something that dosen't exist

Come and left the game so under equipped the sons of a bitch

See hip hops rising again though I won't slow till

They fire bieber and i find miley cyrus on death row

If you give me two minutes and the next instrumental I'll kill it

Then give it life again with the lead in my pencil

Hip hops an essential that's damn right I shout it's name proudly

And stay doing me untill the day my graves found me ?

My heads spinning off my neck untill my brains rowdy self destructive

Insane south three

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Arghhhh who's next on the menu

(Verse Three: Res)

Hi I'm mr nice when the chronics sparked

But catch me with a brandy getting angry if my wallets parched

Mind sweeped forgotten bars barking like a rotti starved

Lost rotten volatile child with bags of rocks to char

I'm hear to hop the bar turn around and raise it like a topped up glass

Doctor what's the charge for my medication an eighth and some meditation

Painting the day with the paper and pen that's when my brain reinstates me again

So spin the ? to make your back break

Last take I burnt my loose ends empty ashtrays and empty hands take on skinny arms

The city psalms are never written like a pretty ? in history class

? hit you hard like skunk blunts

Hungry for this music like I hit the bars for lunch munch

Through mics cause my food price has hit the mark of to high price

It's just life in my boots right

(Dat Kid)

Urgghhh what is next on the menu

(Verse Four: Dat Kid)

Yo it's the cheeky prophet trying to feed his bulimic pockets

And eating till his teeth are rotten without even stopping

Keep on jotting notes spitting till I got a froggy throat

Foggy smoke fills my lungs as I keep you bobbing

Listen closely you might just hear my stomuch shrinking

Screaming at me bruv stop drinking what you fucking thinking

Then you'll see me running round shouting something loud ?

Cause I've just lost my last fucking pound keep my muzzle bound

I might just munch through everything I'm out for anything

From your rollies to your telly kid get it in nah that ain't really happpning

I'm broke like an old tire stashed in a scabbies bin

But still I get on with my daily pursuits stand straight in my boots

Driven since I raised from my roots in a room with pens paper and zoots

Bringing out shit that'll make your granny's hips snap each eighth of the loop

There's nothing left you greedy cunts you ate it all