Werd, Supermann on da beat

Go all out, crescendo

Crack’s like hit with a kendo

Nagasaki gon' mental

Take off the mask and I bask in instrumentals

Yeah, back to offend you

Bad to the bag-pack rap crews

Tend to; get them upset with the bars & my own views

I don’t even take aim, I just stain through

Guess it’s the ink that I must use

Trust, I don’t think I’m above you

Just, I don’t cling and suck up dudes

Just, just do me and f**k up tunes

First, in the Firth

Done kilt it in kilts

Done ceilidhs for cash to help pay the bills

I done Robert Burns raps on stages still

I want to be me - Not found my-sеll

So, I’m back to this, cactus with

All these wee pricks pushing me to spit

But thе mic’s gone cold and the dust it sits

Though now and then the rap-addiction hits

I like new rap…

All you’re dictions good

Just think you’re dicks when you ditch who’s you

You got London slang, and your bars are good

But you got London slang, so bars your aren’t true

I guess I’m a’ Judge (Judge)

Call me Dredd

But ain't on the police side

Or policing you Hip-Hop Heads

I just can’t rest

No sleep for the wicked

No tumbleweed and no crickets

No here to appease to critics

Reason I did it? Well...

We’ll come back to that in a minute

Sounded like a hook, sometimes I just sing in

Sometimes just wing it. Sometimes unwritten

Rap’s pretty easy, some emcees kidding

Fibbing, listen; those bars are your prison

Locked in with syndrome

Of spitting like kings in the mid-lands

Your Kingdom is shit, man

We stay in a place that is hurting

So really don’t care when bragging’s the subject

See I’ve mates dying or chasing the dragon

Crying for purpose

(So, f**k happy dug-shit)

I’ve been lost for a while

I went soft in my style

Had a whole album I held back

Had to patch rap when the love of my life passed

Like I was shoved in an ice bath

Want to take my life to have her back

Lucky I had shrooms and a note-pad

Else I’d consume the doom and not fight back

Still broken. But I’m coping

A lot better place when the rhymes have focus

A lot better face when your eyes aren’t swollen

A lot better mates now the fake one’s bolted

Oh how I fell

I was an echo of myself

Chased Heaven - found Hell

Oh how I fell

I was an echo of myself

Chased Heaven and found

Hell