2003

[Intro: Archy Marshall & Jadasea] Edgar It's the Jadasea (Blam blam) The ambassadors (Blam blam) Thank goodness Yo [Verse 1: Jadasea] This [?], to be or to stone Accept what you owe, only rap what you know Blow left with the slow rap, listen to soul Looking left over low, looking so You rest where you sow 'Cause [?] that shit that you know 'Cause [?] that shit that you know Oh, oh [Verse 2: Jadasea & Archy Marshall] In a spot put the throttle on Pop the top of a bottle on some marathon Lot stop lone barrel clocking onto me The [?], there's two sides, a lie Packing up [?] Or taking up arms and grabbing a riffle [?] trifle I need to cool out Fucking going all out So I say in the wind I can fall out I fall in, before I fall out Slick like Rick to the rule out No I be fooling with the school foolery And usually you wouldn't gеt through to me Before thе jewellery and crime But who's the beauty in the eulogy in time You have a mind to buy my songs 'Til they make a wrong, run this over, getting metal [?] can stay still feeling high from the decker once I reconcile As Ralph wreck in style, so how you reckon now? So how you reckon now? (Blow) So how you reckon now? (Blow, blow) (How you reckon now?) [Verse 3: Jadasea & Archy Marshall] But But your mind folds This blackjack with the plan with the blindfold I can see, to read in-front of me, that's all I need To flee free from the sticky scenes, it's like Fight or run, clench fists, hold your mouth, bite your tongue Write weaponry words that art funds Step up the curb you shunned son You lost the function, erupt the ruction My promotion destruction ended up another potion Important, this smoke screen moulding Cryogenically frozen like Solo or Mr. Freeze Bring me back, I unravel the mysteries I got the list of keys that got blitzed, 2003 Little boy, easy for the breeze Just a little boy, easy for the breeze (Alright) Easy for this breeze (Little boy) [Verse 4: Jadasea & Archy Marshall] Uh, fucked up From the toes to the head, swimming Get a blow to the head, bringing Like Mr. Rago said Get the fuck back to bed (Blow, blow) Watch the wind in these willows As your head turns to pillows Behold [?] below, that bellows out smoke Caught the filament you feed him to choke Still I will put a spike in the still [?] I ride with my license to kill Slide stifle the silence with still Knives stifle the violence to chill On top of this metropolis, year 2, apocalypse, nil