[Verse 1: SKUFF]
Touch the flavor, it's on for force of nature
Cutting through the layers of sound like swords and saviours
I cater through your hometown, spit with my own sound
I'm sick and dope as brown, ripped flows in smoky towns
Gifted, find me in a car where the lift blaze
Ride it to Brighton as I'm arriving, kids like "[?]!"
I'm totalitarian, so bad I'm scaring them
Delegates of culture bring the dope raps, we tearing them
[Verse 2: KOASTE]
Heads scatter, I run the wall like Sepp Blatter
The next snapper skip the next chapter where my text shatters
Glass, the paragraphs cut you like amortoise
String you up red like a band of clasps in ballet class
It's Pappalard's big shout on the south coast
The outposts giving competition, the brown flows
Check the alcoves in the ring where your towel [?]
[?] leaving rappers blue like [?]
[Verse 3: DR. SYNTAX]
Turn generic fakes to negative space
Similar to a venomous snake's deadly embrace
Cause I'm reveling my predatory traits when I lace [?]
Haters get faced, rearranging their statements
Taking vacations, Cain for the laziness
Pay for mistakes when remaining complacent
I get live like, waking the dead
Rhyming nightmare, you're not safe in your bed
[Verse 4: SONNY JIM]
I just rolled this one spliff the size of a drumstick
When Son’ spits, lads are like “Fuck this and jump shit”
Fucking philistines, Jim's got bigger fish to fry
And I've been sitting tight, but right about now, it's my dinner time
I get you open like an allen key
None of this is an act of me so you won't be casting me in your master [?]
Oh, you see my name in the magazine?
I snatch up a wack MC and gladly dash him right off the balcony
[Verse 5: RUPERT]
Yo it's Rook and you I'll smack you up with a snooker cube
Puke on you and still get a good review from you
I'll put the shoe to cruise
Letting Rupert loose is a stupid move
We'll be butting heads like we're two canoes
I use canoes and beat a powerboat across the channel
Refuse to lose with just the power of a broken paddle
I use my flow to mangle man's heart
You can get your hands cut with brambles if you ramble on my land, cunts
[Verse 6: STIG OF THE DUMP]
Well, of course I'm heavy, dickhead, I'm totally overweight
You know something's wrong if I'm rapping in a sober state
I drink till my head spins quick in a row of blades
And any chance of silence is rapidly thrown away
Shit faced, you see I'm always on a piss take
I barge into a party and the kids are like “Stig, ‘ey!”
I'm totally inappropriate
Most don't know how to take me, I'm crazy, they can't cope with it
[VERSE 7: SALVO MIFUNE]
I'm glued to the box, this is my type of dust work
Swap a job search, hands down for a crossword
The lost nerd, I stumble all the way home
Every city's been covered in these broken down payphones
This sick country ever hungry for a buck or two
Scamming breaks straight at your crate, I take the coppers too
It's nothing new, see, I'm naggy, so I won't fail
Fuck riding up on anybody else's coattails
