[Intro]
"Product of my-
Yeah"
[Verse 1]
Product of my environment
So, I tip the scales, stay slidin' it
Like the 808: kick in the base only requirement
Held so much glass, swear down, think it turned me vile
Magic man, potion packed, spread that out - that's a Green Mile
How's he just gon' run it up? Run it up?
Like, man ain't been through the trials?
Been punchin' the clock like Joaquin - can't forget to smile
When I catch that glimpse and see diamonds
Manna got hands till times still
Time, steel, like a pipe - ain't that a right thrill?
[Interlude]
Powder Keg
Wonderin' how much time is left
Mmm
Cus' am 'boutta blow up, no Osama, yeah
You're all dead
Won't evеr go right till nothings left, cus' it only goes right till knottings left
Bout timе I get my bread, collect what's mine, quite like your head
[Verse 2]
‘Way I always run the bars like a stubborn convict, man L Chap, oh, when I want
And if ye tryna' war me, I got plenty more than arms
And I ain't pullin' leg, cunt - am comin' for your skull
Wolverine: tings only dig in if it's three's
Been a true cynic, so, you know I gotta' keep the peace
Hold it under dungarees
No one knows how punk will gut the scene
Fuck it, bout to explode, set the tone like: 1,2,3
3-3-2-1
Like 3-2-1
[Verse 3]
Been on my ones like Neo, but I'll flip that and live for Eons
Ain't playin', but, I've got cheaters
Know what am sayin? Boutta break this sphere
Paint me as a Villain, so, I can't end this as a Hero
Quest of redemption, lest we forget the - the -
Feelin' like a haystack needle buried deep, can't see that reason
Sinkin' feet like those that appealed, left beneath everythin' they built, gave meanin'
What a shame, but, I won't stay retreated
Feel the cave break, I may just heal it
All that reckon - my veins, like Vascular Conditions
Been a while since I had a pot to piss in, but, I gave up on the rainbow when I lost all colour of da vision
[Verse 4]
Am on the Spectrum like a Prism
This world feels just like a prison
Another day, a wrong decision
The bed I've laid
I can't sleep, yet, don't want keep driftin'
Heart-beat slippin', have I finally got peace?
Sickness in my conscience, feelin' like a zombie - but I got keep spittin'
Feel like I might be Shiv - ah!
Does God fuckin' want beef?
Cus' am about to Kamikaze, run these drillings
I can't keep slippin', so, amma' grab the harp-piece grippin' strings around The Stratosphere
North Western boutta' be The East Ender - all South from here, if you get meh?
(haha! What?")
[Verse 5]
So, say it for Aitch, cus' I'm the G
Say it fore' me and that's an F
Always my buttons they tryna' press, but they ain't sowin', knottin’, with that intellect and lack of ched-
Dick 'ed, where's ye bread?
Said her fella's pissed? Tell him: "Get new kecks"
Cus' I'll sever head till it's drenched his treds
Can't tell feds when message never sent
No steps to check, no shells on ground
Reppin' the Gray - Glasgow through chest
These pests through crevice won't intercept
Energy leave em' shattered - heart go through neck
Still, ain't no crowbar
4 - 7 debts but am close to exit, then it's bills, no rent
Mass Appeal to these 10's/10's, whole meals on check
Celiac - am goin' against the grain
Good Kid, remorselessly sent the hale
Been through the storm, weatherin' the sail
30 G's, no Berkin, Dame - am just too real
You can pay for yourself, still, let's make a reel
Shouldn't've told her I got Alligator Skin
Tearin' out a nail while she hammerin' head
Yeah, am fuckin her about, boats nearly left out from the deep - Jeremy Wade
Playboy - Bruce Wayne
Boy in the Dark of Knightingale , Abbey road left, Hamilton Terrace
In other words: can't do shit in this apartment
Left her flat, she possesses nothin'
Yet eye's rolled back, seen her soul go stuntin', flyin' North to the West like Gray when poppin'
Breakin' the Chopper, that's Harley, stop it
Can't slow down, she fuckin' loves it
Calls me 'Duck', she's in her forties, we're in The Winchester, these shot's revolvin'
Glass keeps turnin' just like the watch face, (no One Direction, no Niall Horan)
The what?
Yeah
No Niall Horan
[Verse 6]
Maddie Moody, that's her Irish groupie, Four Leaf Clover if she brings another two in
Wetness made the room haze
They'll be sweatin', steamin', four leaf clover > pipe, and then they blew it
Left it leakin', blessed in features, looks the best of influence in-
Gettin' dreams in
No bread, but, collect chicks steezy
Fuck it, whip out Baguette, French descendant - No yeast infection; but, I left her screamin'
She wanna be a Director, so, let's get to scenin'
This A-Team effort, still I'll minimal effort please em'
Plenty Fish in the sea, yet she's a Star
Is she dead? felt my penis beat her heart
Brr, Brr
Trapped my balls under my drawers, damn, should Know Better
Eat Pussy Breakfast, Lunch and Supper - I don't Know Better
She expectin' me to call her, she should Know Better
I guess that's no head, yeah?
[Outro]
"Fucksake"
(unintelligible primal-screaming)
"Think She's pullin' up, ye know
What's that?
Is that a fuckin' Molotov, bro?
What the f----"
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