Pissing in the Fowler, did it live When I lived by Howler, the Caroma met my eye I felt like a woman, niggas told me I should smile When I dipped my foot in, I disturbed the crocodile Out there for a boogie, I was looking at a pile Spitting fucking loogie and we’re moving to real life Then I said “excuse me”, I must not have heard you right Cunts are fucking choosy, must have had it pretty nice Cunts are fucking loony, thought I saw the lunar rise And I’m stupid, feeling goofy, fortunately didn’t drive And my fortune is elusive, maybe one day we’ll be fine And they’re cutting back protrusions, didn’t want to be that guy When you tell them how to do it, cunts will lose it at the sky And I know the feeling too: when you’re praying and it’s quiet And it’s life but niggas knew it, no use acting like a child I did what I could do Since it was sunny, made a dial When it’s there in front of you Running to your doom Thought I thought it through Cunts are fucking rude! None of them talk my language None of them cracked my code Wrote it down for my grandkids Learned the script from my folks None of this shit was average then On me, shit no can grow Found us some peace on further lands But they need us back home I built my wings with wax If the sun drowns when he heads down, that’s that And it is what it is, but the wind saw me flap Fucking drifted a bit, had to sift through the stack And my liver is sick, got the gift from the pack I was dodging that shit ’til I grew to a man There’s a curl to the lip but I kept to the track For a sec, for a bit, I avoided a clash And I did what I did for the sake of the cash For my girl from the ‘mish where she’s not going back For the pearl in our grip, had to fuck up the clam Haven’t made one wish, doesn’t work like that ‘Round 2006, working for my old man In containers shipped off the coast: Docklands And the fragrance sickening, smelling like trash And the pace keeps quickening Who could relax? None of them talk my language None of them cracked my code Wrote it down for my grandkids Learned the script from my folks None of this shit was average then On me, shit no can grow Found us some peace on further lands But they need us back home

Suppose I let it ventilate Bouncing off the walls Could almost hook me up to generate Currents you could store What I saw from washing dinner plates Rinsing off the sauce First a cleanse, then for better change Did it for the cause Since it’s purgatory anyway Lessen your remorse All my ethnics making lemonade Spreading the resource You’d think it over if you demonstrate I might bring a torch Set the Porsche dealership aflame Fuck out of the North! Let out sigh, out sorrow Don’t ask why, why you think I know? Sword in sky, I feel like Zorro I said “bye, see you tomorrow” See you here next week again Scream into void, I’m super saiyan Could list your choice: you act, you pay I’ve been annoyed but not that way I’m seeping coin and not that phased I missed the point back in the day I miss that boy who had no place I had to grow up, find my way Don’t blame me Poking the bear Drinking tea Running on E And I’ve been there Don’t think I need you Made with cedar Roots burrow deeper

[ZK king] I stood too long like this Now the wind is really changing Got me existential crisis, don’t know where my head is Market me like back of novels in apocalypse Barely time just skip to substance Bun it down, run along, re-up Analogue moving like FIFA Done a lot within my years I’m not trying to hang around, CYA

Wellness smasher No-one else absorb my matter Dawn in Eltham Laid down, sat up I don’t need claws on my hammer Sometimes heard my call and ran off Smoke within my walls show Laser grids and patterns On tiptoes, might fall My lips sing though yawns Played that spliff like strings, like horns Who’d think to rip that string, that cord? You’d think I’d wish it out my jaw Whole city noisy from the talk Could need an ointment for the scald It’s looking boisterous from the porch Trials and cloisters, glyphs on doors Clouds bring with moisture, don’t get caught I’m hearing voices in my pods Jumping at noises, run don’t walk Trials and cloisters, glyphs on doors Clouds bring with moisture Some shit runs its course Wellness smasher No-one else absorb my matter Dawn in Eltham Laid down, sat up I don’t need claws on my hammer Stop first, check my left and right Staring down the vehicle as it switches sides I already know what’s resting on its mind I don’t want to go that way No, not tonight I don’t want to go away, just started life Got my bag, my dime piece Yeah, I’m satisfied Wellness smasher No-one else absorb my matter Dawn in Eltham Laid down, sat up I don’t need claws on my hammer

[Teether] Had to laugh ‘cause shit wasn’t funny Wiping my nose off, shit got runny Otherwise I’d doze off, buddy West side of Brunny where my bones stopped struggling When I got my own docs, shit was lovely Skinned like the cow was Not me, lucky! Called by a rogue cop to search me or something Dodging those flames since back with the bunsen Days of judgement When you can’t shrug it Pain in myself went away with the substance Pay uncommon And it can’t wait, I had to get something Look in my face I’m fucking losing my faith And we’re so far, far away from the lake And it got harder as we got safe And we went harder to spite the delay [Realname] Live alone just below the middle, squat Brittle home for the grotty quitter, spot Listen closely for folky pickle, what Wrote the devil if he don’t bring fiddle to negotiations then I won’t be civil God Hit the road upon yolkey eggshell, stop Wish for upskill in woven riddles, lost In the moment always rode a cycle off Hit the podium coz I’m owed a nickle, cop Nickelodeon and broken people, not Grown a little since oldies shrivel, just Sit a throne with a croaky swivel, cough Switch a phone off like shows beginning, got Triple 0’d again for mobile issues Hospital loathing in sober pickle, fuck Tickle dope out a coping kegel, Nostril a load from the mortar pestle, pop Pill and mosey on ignore the kettle… Lick the sodium and throat a little cup Bit some lemon didn’t throw my dinner up Off the wagon tired pony settled, path Isn’t lonely if I call it Jeckyl but Shit is over if the potion dwindle Addiction holds me like mother didn’t love Addiction told me that’s gods forgiven us.

[Teether] Somewhere I’m not trying to go Six below It looks hectic through the periscope Niggas know Fuck from ‘round me you don’t care to grow Said it so Even then, hope we’re let alone Bear a load hefty Parallel Red Betty Test the physical Niggas not ready: I’m not feeling well Cold, stressing about the parables Gold incidentally invisible And no confetti Just when life got steady God hopped down Caved my head in with one pound [Sevy] ???

Kicked off in the mound Fucking stomping around Frog in the mouth Hell fauna around Swarm and the hounds Stories, accounts What the storage allows Drop anything, gotta play ball when it bounce Got medicine that the docs don’t know about So effortless, universe sorting it out I plead with it, so it couldn’t turn me down Think it heard me now I’m separate, never been in those bounds But I heard it out I heard they’re talking about you I don’t feel nothing about you Just met bruz and we’re talking Bantu “Muli bwanji, mulamu" WhatsApp call from my uncle “What’s up on that side of the juncture?” Don’t remember what I asked you Felt like Thug when she fuck my tattoos My girl acts like Ta-tu Not gonna get us off our own two All the things she said, I won’t tell you Eyes open when I achoo Watch out, some people forge their values I’m spilling raw corpuscles We can’t afford to be subtle Got more knots in my muscles M3, next to the freeway Back in the day, went blonde like Cissé He say more like Frank Either way, got no bucks in the bank I’m trying to up my francs Black dog, I don’t fuck with France Black dog made me sad Stuck in the past, I’m Superman I plead with it, so it couldn’t turn me down Think it heard me now I’m separate, never been in those bounds But I heard it out Pulled it out then Fuck up my corral there Did a pout Bet life will sort it out

Holding up my ticket at the raffle One apothecary hauling shit within a satchel Who it is depends on what it is that caused the battle 2AM or thereabouts I ordered the falafel Don’t know where my whereabouts, I sat atop the saddle Boat, no fucking paddle Braces on the gap tooth At the Cenno centre out necessity, I scrambled Like my rents I reno’d with a remedy, I had to Rossoneri, Cafu Formation, at back too Felt it in my skin, it’s a sting akin to tattoo All it seemed to be was many voices talking at you Crawling, centipede I freeze the lagoon and its liquid Whose helicopter over me maintaining angles? These traits embedded in my genes, I free and wrangle Stuck up in the tower for some hours Felt like Tangled Hunger was devoured by the powers Kept a sample Red and turned it louder I got sour and it’s ample Shit was looking dour I allowed it and I’m thankful Frantic, hid the powder Could be cowardice or hazard That’s the older me: I need tangible matter If we had cash, we could get it all built If we get the grant, we could get it on film Drifted like Tokyo Nose wide, I’m a black guy Pinocchio White lie, I got plans, I’m not gonna go No type, Sremmlife in my pheromones Nose dive, all that gravity has gotta go Any pandering is stored inside the collarbone Niggas rambling again on not a lot of coke With my family and them, cut it to the bone My analysis and stare were still holding on Held the balance in the air, I’m the only son The establishment was bare, didn’t notice one We established that in there, shit is going on And we carried on We, proletariat Tomb not a pyramid “Boom”, go experiments Fuck your experience! If we had cash, we could get it all built If we get the grant, we could get it on film