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And it's a sickening rhythm

On top of the flow that I'm killing

You know that I'm chilling

I'm rolling my weed up

And a man better ease up

The temptation of the beat

That I'm hearing is penetrating

Evoking a vocal on its own

That cant be mistaken

It's Winston on the break

And I'm spinning riddles at great haste

Just so I can get a taste

Of Mary from the rotation

You know we'll never break formation

As I reach out in to a grey haze

I pass it left ways

And if you know you know

And if you know you blaze

Musical Youth from the eighty's

My favourite pastime with my mates please

And we should all smoke trees

Quintessentially I'm experimental on beats

A rhythm so fast

I can hit an attack

And where others might lack I'm just gunning

It's like when talk my mouths running

So smooth so stunning

And rude boy no money

I've got the brown skin that attracts the honeys

And bragging ain't shit if the beat ain't lit

If the beat ain't lit then a boy better

Stop babbling shit

Tone it back 'till it fits

Mould that beat to a groove

And come back in a bit

I don't play when I spit

Try to keep it legit

Every beat that I hit

Try to mix up the licks

The savagery is harder than

D**k Dastardlys grind for the races

It takes the time and arrangement

The perfect syllable placement

Then I just squeeze in the breaths adjacent

It's heinous that I can do this while I blaze spliffs

My tranquillity and the green will leave you fiending

Without reason

Yeah to spend another twenty's of the queen and

Try to keep it off my brain

But I'm still dreaming

Heed the deeper meaning

Bleed before I'm weaning

I'll smoke the green again this evening

I'll be blissfully rolling my weed up again while I'm chilling

I'll never be billing

I watch the smoke rise from my lungs to the ceiling

The sensi is healing me

And aiding my flow here on top of the beat

The malice is sweet

Helping me run on my feet

And never will I be defeated

Cos of the sickening rhythm

On top of the flow that I'm killing

I'll always be winning

I'll always be sinning

I'll always be here and forever I'm dreaming

Of sunnier days and mellower evenings

Party all day with brothers and heathens

Melodies slay to say it I'm pleased

And my flow is as smooth as the seasons

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